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mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Mar 30, 2013 - 04:51pm PT
A heat-felt thank you, Gene! It's warming up here in Middle Earth today.

I'll be heading out East Olive in a bit to spend the afternoon with Liz's grandchildren and her son Scott and his bride Jennifer.

This is big doings for me, as the link to them has been tenuous in the last many years since Zoe died. She lived next to the triplex owned by Liz's stepdad, Richard. When they were neighbors, I saw them often, as I was Zoe's regular afternoon Scrabble-playing/Bud-drinking partner. I suspect that Jen's sensibilities were offended by this lush aspect of her husband's stepdad's personality.

Be that the way, they have a place just east on East Olive Avenue, in the 1500s, while my folks' old place is in the 800s, a distance of a quarter-mile. I am in town, however, and this small geographic difference separated us. They had two boys when they moved out there from town. They now have added two girls. It's the day the Lord has made.

I have a bag of kiddie-litter (Mardi Gras beads, candy leis, and felt eggs and chili-flavored dried pineappple bits. And a 49er bear mascot who converts into a plush football. And the camera and tripod for timed family shots. And a container of old Liz & sisters & relatives snapshots. And neebee's promised painting of Scott and Mike and Liz.

I've told Scott about this, neebee, so it's not a surprise--if he knows, then Jen knows. But I want it to be a formal unveiling and will let Jen choose a special date for the kids to gawk and gasp and remember. This should be a fun afternoon.

It's odd that the Savior died on a cross, an omnidirectional symbol, because in Christ there is no east or west.



Gene

climber
Mar 30, 2013 - 06:01pm PT
.... because in Christ there is no east or west.

True dat!

Methinks the pertinent axis of the cross is the one that points up.

g
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Mar 30, 2013 - 10:30pm PT
Credit: mouse from merced
Happy trails to you, until we meet again.  It was great to see the Hig...
Happy trails to you, until we meet again. It was great to see the Higher Spire. I remember my first 5.8, introducing Liz to him, and lots more.
Credit: mouse from merced

Symbology, eh?

I've enjoyed the white hat all my life. So has Royal Robbins, for lots of his life. And so has Roy Rogers, King of the Cowboys, and his Queen of the West lady-wife, Dale Evans.

Now hasn't someone at least noticed the similarity between Royal and Roy lies not only in the color of the hat?

RR and RR.
Roy and Roy.
Roy Ro and Roy Ro.
Top-flight climber and top-flight singing cowboy.
Handy as heck with a rope.
Hung out with respectable partners.
Hung out around Chatsworth.
There are more, I just thought I would get that out there because it's doing no one any good if I keep these thoughts to myself.

And I'm reading Royal's My Life Vol. I, so I'm bound to have more to share. Like this--

The fantasy world of the Silver Screen had us firmly in its grip. Most of our money was spent on Saturday afternoons at the Hitching Post, a theater on Hollywood Boulevard specializing in western films. It was our church and those movies were our weekly spiritual food. The good guys, like Tom Mix and Roy Rogers, always won, and the endings were never sad. The sense of authenticity was heightened by the requirement that we check our toy guns and cap pistols at the door. Movies were 10 cents. A bag of popcorn, a necissity, cost five more precious pennies.--p. 87


As I grew up viewing western heroes like Davy Crockett and Wyatt Earp (two t's each) and soon had to cope with countless other white hats, like Lucas and Yuma (figurative white hats for Crockett and Yuma, OK?), due to the general lack of TV originality and the grossness of TV venality, I started reading more and more. I got into SciFi in the fourth and fifth grades, then took a chance with adventure books about the Himalayas and Alaska. It became open season on anything when Sister Justine started us out in eighth grade (I had just come to Merced-it was a new school at Our Lady of Mercy) by reading part of a book in the period after noon recess. The Pearl, Hiroshima, the story of the Bataan death march. I read The Incredible Journey and The Longest Walk both around this time for the first time each. Justine was "The Voice." A cattle car full of rowdy boys (42) and girls (only 12 or 13) settled down immediatlely. Who reads to the eighth grade anymore?

Liz told me once she had Roy on the brain, while her sister Betty Rose had Gene Autry as her ideal. Two very different girls, but alike in one thing, they had idols. There's a lot of truth to what Pulp Fiction claimed about there being two types of people in the world.

Neither type has a claim to the truth, as truth is relative.

Here's Lizzie, all in a twinkling, the apple of my eye.
Lizzie Michelle Ruffalo.  Two years, some months.  <br/>
Naturally curly g...
Lizzie Michelle Ruffalo. Two years, some months.
Naturally curly girly. I believe the camera loves her.
Credit: mouse from merced
I want more books, please.

And here is Scott with little Sophie, one apple of many, I think.
Sophie and Scott Ruffalo.
Sophie and Scott Ruffalo.
Credit: mouse from merced

neebee, I'm having some eggs benedict in the morning. I'll make some for ya and I hope you don't mind de ketchup, de Hollandaise is soured. There's just Club Crackers and some three-week-old eggs, too, so it's kinda funky. There's lots of coffee, though.

The ham is a gift from Jen. De ice is melted. Have a brisk day and lots of sunshine.
Ruffalo sky.  Heading your way.
Ruffalo sky. Heading your way.
Credit: mouse from merced
And a Blessed Mother of an Easter!






neebee

Social climber
calif/texas
Mar 30, 2013 - 11:20pm PT
hey there say, mouse... wow, will be in the mail this week, :)

also, a few more little surprises, :)


happy easter... say, nice to see Gene here too!

happy easter to you all...

me and ol' patty ann marie, will be here alone, most likely...
and will enjoy the yard of winter-melt-off...

we did get invited to see the kids at a gather last week to a pre-easter gather supper of sorts, at a church building (all step grandkids) (as the others are in south texas) and that was nice...
yep, my real family of kids have not much to do with me at all, no calls, letter, emails, and rarely a facebook hi...
so these folks here, are like my family, here, ... god is so good to give us, for what we lose...


so mouse, i sure understand, getting in tough with your family, and how
special that is! :)


all for now! :) will be a busy night... for other projets going one, :)

zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Mar 31, 2013 - 12:50am PT
zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Mar 31, 2013 - 12:58am PT
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Mar 31, 2013 - 01:03am PT
My heart was missing Liz today.
I'm sure Gypsy has the same feelings.
I remember the good times and there were sad, trying times.
Love remained alive.
Two versions of one of Mancini's best works.


zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Mar 31, 2013 - 01:05am PT


Well that's about it. No direction home. Why do so many directions lead to a woman?
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Mar 31, 2013 - 02:09am PT
neebee

Social climber
calif/texas
Mar 31, 2013 - 04:35am PT
hey there say, mouse... just saw the breakfast part...

yep, coffee will do...

also, just a simple easy over egg, or a hardboiled, whatever...

:)

scrambled is good with onions and tomatoes, :)


i got your other surprise to add the painting half done, now, :)

awwwww, you will be so very glad...


say, :( i am sorry as to you missing liz, tonight, :(

as i always say to folks:
thank god for the times that you did have, though, as,
they helped make you who you are and the memories that STAY,
sad though they may be, HELP enhance who you are now...


god bless... :)
prayers and happy easter with the family!!! :)
so very glad it is coming to pass, :)
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Mar 31, 2013 - 04:49am PT
Glory be! Itís raining
After what seemed days of straining.
Ma Nature has us singing!
All around us, Spring is springing.

We had that bad moon a-risin. It was OK.
Let's try a good Son a-risin. It'll be perfect.
Welcome, Boy! Howdy! God love ya! I sure do!

And I still wonder, I still wonder,
"When will He stop the rain?"

Copyrighted.
Copyrighted.
Credit: Dean Fidelman
"It doesn't really matter. I'm ready for the rain."
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Mar 31, 2013 - 05:13am PT
Been saving this video for an occasion.

Love it!

mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Mar 31, 2013 - 05:22am PT
Never hurt a fly, it could be somebody's lover.
Number sixteen in your hymnals, children.

Surprise, surprise, surpise!

PINK PINK PINK

FLOYD FLOYD FLOYD

FLY FLY FLY

and never land again

Then at last the mighty ship descending on a point of flame
Made contact with the human race


Oh God, Pride of Man, broken in the dust again.
The meek shall cause your tower to fall, make of you a pyre of flame,
Oh you who dwell on many waters, rich in treasures, wide in fame.
You bow unto your God of gold, your pride of might shall be a shame,
For only God can lead His people back unto the Earth again.
Oh God, Pride of Man, broken in the dust again.
A Holy mountain be restored, and mercy on that people, that people LORD.

Eggs Ackley like the man said, "Infinity flambe."

Happy zEaster, z.

mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Mar 31, 2013 - 10:43am PT
Feliz Pascua, Amigos
I dreamed I saw St. Anthony,
Alive as you or me
Tearing throught these quarters
In the utmost misery.
But he was too slow
As his britches show
He dropped his load
All over the flo.

Patron of lost things and missing persons.
Who ya gonna call?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vg6i4E0Woak
Red velvet, not blue.

Try to depend on yourselves;
when you can't, call on the rest of us, you Topians.
A Happy Peaster to You, Comrades!
A Happy Peaster to You, Comrades!
Credit: mouse from merced
Credit: mouse from merced

Need some help, ask.

It's not beggin'.

It's kindness and brotherhoodly action that makes us human.
zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Mar 31, 2013 - 11:57am PT
Why zank you very much mouse - and the same sentiment to youz and yorz

from meez and minz







message de Google


We could not calculate directions between Marquesas Islands and Easter Island.

But I think it's smooth sailing!

Speaking of CSN, when I went to see ole Bob Dylan, Joni, & Van (at leastat the Pauley Pavillion one night, I was standing right there next to Graham Nash for a while and whilst I didn't speak to him, I could hear everything he was saying. Seemed like a very down to Earth guy.

Never encountered Janis, but she viewed the world differently (at least sometimes)



Legal update: looks like this one may be a winner (whew)!

mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Mar 31, 2013 - 03:04pm PT
Yeah, Marlow. Talkin' to you, Baby!
Won't somebody tell me wdshtd? No, let her tell it.

I don't understand how come you're gone, man. I don't understand why half the world is still crying, man, when the other half of the world is still crying too, man.

Papeetee, TX., man. Never heard of it, have ya?--JJ
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Mar 31, 2013 - 03:43pm PT
Melanie Melonsugar, Janis' other best friend, mentioned that there is a sad lack in reportage de Y JJ fell in with BB&HC in SF--her connection to zGood Ol' Boyz in zBand, Chet Helms (RIP) by name, the Dogfather by fame.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p7lplgu8pJE

Cuckoos don't need to jump, but they can.--Woddy Harrelson, cowpoker

Splitter, time to rise and shine and join the choir. Wash that face, comb that hair, wash yer hands, and find a chair.

Cosmic, find it in yer heart to call me today, OK? Enjoy some BACON!, just a little more RIND, baby!, with that TOMATO! Hoping yer home and happy!
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Mar 31, 2013 - 03:55pm PT
Highway 41 Minus Forty-One Years.
Easter Sunrise, Merced.  3-31-13 = -41.
Easter Sunrise, Merced. 3-31-13 = -41.
Credit: mouse from merced
JJ was recruited by band manager Chet Helms to join Big Brother as lead singer on June 4, 1966. They soon landed a record contract, issuing their first album on Mainstream and their second Ė a top seller Ė on Columbia Records.
Janis didn't even make it to the end of her summertime. I'm eternally grateful to have reached winter.

And to be able to lay around listening to an angel, surfing at the same time--catching up to the modern world is easy with a computer.
http://churchofrabbit.com/?cat=10&paged=2
Why didn't somebody tell me years ago?--and taking the odd photo or two now and again.

I do think that for me, the Center lies someplace very close to the Bridalveil Junction. Highway 41 meets Highway 140 and Southside Drive is the resulting traffic glacier/river of nice people on holiday.

It wouldn't be the same without the contributing Highway 132, which joins the 140 just west of the Bridalveil. Thank you, Too All Of Me.

Yes, I am in fact, the Yosemite TRaffic Cam, high atop LCR, the eye in the middle of the forehead of the valley, the outpost.

Job one: Keep an eye on The Sentinel. She's getting restless. She's the Janis of the Group, see, in her "mind." LSD is nothing, everything in her experience is long--slow--deliberate, sort of like a climber on "hard-daid."

Yep. Someplace between the Cathedral and Pulpit Rock.

If it's bothersome I'm on about La Pascua, let me say that Liz's "people" were descended from a man considered special by the Yaqui of Phoenix, AZ. They are known as the Pascua Yaqui.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pascua_Yaqui_Tribe





zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Mar 31, 2013 - 04:45pm PT
Her's one for ya



here's the one



I know what I know anyway
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Mar 31, 2013 - 05:38pm PT
The back of my head. HA!
back of my head.  back of my mind.  my back has a mind of it's own.
back of my head. back of my mind. my back has a mind of it's own.
Credit: mouse from merced
Some of my deepest fears, were I my alter-ego.
Danger, Will Robinson!  Too late!
Danger, Will Robinson! Too late!
Credit: mouse from merced
Better run away...slowly I turned, inch by inch...
Better run away...slowly I turned, inch by inch...
Credit: mouse from merced
Some of my greatest joys.
TBA--I have to think hard.
But I know I'll find the answers.
In the meanwhile, from the Beatless Allman Brand Band.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iprKNOKMvqs

Interview with Bill Connell.
http://www.alabamamusicoffice.com/artists-a-z/c/580-connell-bill


Lifted from the interview with Bill Connell:

What was your first drum kit?

That was in Ď61. My parents got me bass drum and a cymbal. They were Ludwig, blue with a silver stripe. That same year I started playing with some local older guys and even played with my father. We played Dixieland and Swing at the Elks Club, the Moose Lodge, Tuscaloosa Country Club, places like that. I was 12 years old. That summer I worked for the basketball coach at Tuscaloosa High, Tom Tarleton. He was in charge of the little league field in Northington. He gave me a job in the refreshment stand. I worked all summer to buy a high hat. I was living then. I had a bass, snare,cymbal, and high hat. (laughter) My Grandmotherís next door neighbor had a nephew that was a drummer. We met and he was a wonderful guy. Today I would say he was like the Paul McCartney of drummers. He was know everywhere. He played rock and roll! I asked him if he would teach me a few things. We got together once a week for several weeks. One night he called me and told me there was some university students forming a rock and roll band and they need a drummer. He asked if I wanted to play with them. He said it would pay better than the Dixieland stuff. We would be playing the frat parties. Iím still 12 years old. The leader of the band was Fred Styles and he called me and asked me to come and audition. I went over to the ball room in the Union Building and passed the audition and started playing the fraternities. Needless to say I grew up quick. But I didnít drink, smoke, or any of that sort of vices. My total concentration was on the music. My total focus was on becoming as good a rock and roll drummer as Marbry Smith, my teacher. That band was called The Pacers.

That was Fred Styles, Doug Hogue on guitar, Johnny Duran played bass, and a piano player named Sam Hill. Back then we just used the piano at the fraternity or sorority house. We didnít put a mike in it. We had a little bitty PA system and nothing was miked except the vocals. It was very basic. Looking back I wish I had some recordings of that. We did a lot of black R&B, Ricky Nelson, Elvis Presley, Jerry Lee Lewis, Everly Brothers, Little Richard, Bo Diddly, it was all rock and roll to us. Later The Pacers went through some member changes. We lost our bass player, so our guitar player moved to bass. We found this freshman, that we heard was really good. He was from New Brockton, Alabama. His name was Paul Hornsby. That second year we had Paul Hornsby on guitar. Paul and Fred Styles till this day are still in the music business. Paul and I have a publishing business together which was established in the early 70ís. Fred just finished helping put together a album of stuff we cut with Eddie Hinton. The name of the album is "Beautiful Dream". Itís getting fantastic reviews...

The older guys in The Pacers wanted to go do the beach circuit. I was just 13 and my parents felt I was just too young to go down there and live all summer. So they went and I got a job with a new band that was forming that was Johnny Townsend, Tippy Armstrong, with The Pacers bass player that didnít want to go to the beach either. That group was called the Night Caps to begin with. That name got changed after about a month because Johnny Townsend was doing some wild things on stage that wouldnít be considered wild at all today. Johnny got the name Dirty John. So then we went by the name of Dirty John and the Night Caps. When I left The Pacers they got Johnny Sandlin to play drums and changed their name to the Five Men-Its.



In the back-back, sorta layin' there:
Nearly everyone in that group of cutting edge climbers soon became guides and instructors, and reached out to the kids that wanted to learn. I think you can discover much by the way kids are treated, you see.--Peter Haan, March 18 in the true super-thread called Frank Sacherer 1940-1978


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