Live your life in such a way that when your feet hit
the floor in the morning, Satan shudders & says...'Oh
shit....she's awake!!'
Television
Starlight Waltz
Storeyville Lady of the night
Died from yellow fever epidemic, her plight
Her bones now rest in the caveaux, the hole.
A onetime tomb marked with the sextons cross.
Rebuffed, pushed from the oven vault, covered in moss.
Now vanished, history lost.
But aroundher burial plot,
Some still witness her haunting Starlight Waltz.
Who I'd like to meet: My New Orleans
Sometime during your visit to New Orleans, find a wrought-iron
balcony, an oak-shaded courtyard, or a columned front porch and sit
quietly, favorite beverage in hand, at 6 AM. At this hour, when the
moist air sits most heavily on the streets, New Orleans is a city of
mesmerizing tranquillity. By noon, early-morning calm confronts
big-city chaos: with all there is to see and hear and eat and drink
and do, the old, mystical, weighty spirit in the city's air can at
times be frustrating, seeming to prevent you and everyone around you
from accomplishing anything too quickly or efficiently. But when it
also keeps you from really caring, then you have found the true
secret of New Orleans.
If the Red shirt thing is new to you, read below how it went for a man...
Last week, while traveling to Chicago on business, I noticed a Marine sergeant traveling with a folded flag, but did not put two and two together.
After we boarded our flight, I turned to the sergeant, who had been invited to sit in First Class (across from me), and inquired if he was heading home.
No, he responded.
Heading out I asked?
No. I'm escorting a soldier home.
Going to pick him up?
No. He is with me right now. He was killed in Iraq , I 'm taking him home to his family.
The realization of what he had been asked to do hit me like a punch to the gut. It was an honor for him.. He told me that, although he didn't know the soldier, he had delivered the news of his passing to the soldier's family and felt as if he knew them after many conversations in so few days.
I turned back to him, extended my hand, and said, Thank you. Thank you for doing what you do so my family and I can do what we do.
Upon landing in Chicago the pilot stopped short of the gate and made the following announcement over the intercom.
'Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to note that w e have had the honor of having Sergeant Steeley of the United States Marine Corps join us on this flight. He is escorting a fallen comrade back home to his family. I ask that you please remain in your seats when we open the forward door to allow Sergeant Steeley to deplane and receive his fellow soldier. We will then turn off the seat belt sign.'
Without a sound, all went as requested. I noticed the sergeant saluting the casket as it was brought off the plane, and his action made me realize that I am proud to be an American.
So here's a public 'Thank You' to our military Men
Well this didn't happen this year but it's somthing all never forget and I dont think you will ether. The night I come home drunk with chris and wanted to cook a pizza. I turned the oven on but little did I know that someone had left their pizza box's in it. So I go up stairs to take a BT or somthing but when i went down stairs ther was more smoke then up stairs and that aint good. well thankfully no fire trucks were needed. love ya
hey mom, just thought i would wish ya a happy turkey day, your page is lookin kick ass.. Ill have to come over with your son one of these days and see you and charlotte.. Keep in touch
Leeroy
You don't have to tell me hi through Chris, you should leave me a comment. Just because your son is a jack ass doesn't mean you can't say hi... ;) Hope everything is going great, see ya.
