PoetryGirl

My deepest condolences 💐. I gleaned she was a beautiful pillar in your life, in so many ways. May you find comfort and peace that passes all understanding. She is with you and you will see her spirit in ways that speak of her love for you. All the best-💙💫

Stoked I’ll be in Charleston that weekend. Better anyway than a drive to Greenville!

Haha. Truth. How to make a Tomato sandwich John Holt tells how to make it: "Do this. Get a tomato. Not just any tomato. One from Johns Island or elsewhere along the Southern South Carolina coast. Make sure the tomato is firecracker-red and softer than the hindcheeks of a two-month-old. Find a serrated knife. Cut said tomato into thick slices about the width of Margaret Mitchell’s “Gone With the Wind.” Tomatoes from the South Carolina Lowcountry are different from common varieties. They are superior tomatoes. In fact, top archaeology scholars at Columbia University now believe that the original Garden of Eden was located east of I-95 in South Carolina. And most experts agree that the forbidden fruit consumed by Adam and Eve was possibly purchased from a roadside stand in that area. Next, find two slices of Sunbeam bread. In a pinch, you can use Bunny Bread, Wonderbread, or Colonial bread. But stay away from any bread with packaging labels that read something like, “59 whole grains and seeds!” or “3,234 grams of dietary fiber!” This isn’t real bread but an abrasive material meant for sanding boat hulls. Consequently, if all you have in your pantry is “gluten-free” or “keto” bread, please stop reading here. Once you have your white, floppy, flaccid, tasteless bread ready, open a jar of Duke’s mayonnaise. Duke’s is the brand with the canary-yellow lid, manufactured and packaged by real evangelical seminary graduates so you know it’s sacred, mostly. If you don’t have any Duke’s, you’re not totally out of luck. Blue Plate mayonnaise will also work if it’s all that’s available. Hellmann’s, however, isn’t fit for consumption by a Yankee. Similarly, Miracle Whip is neither a “miracle,” nor a “whip,” but the brainchild of communists sympathizers who don’t love the Lord. And Kraft mayo is industrial doorknob lubricant. It bears mentioning, if all you have in your refrigerator is a kind of mayonnaise labeled “light” or “low fat”, please forfeit your tomato to someone who will use it correctly and resume doing Crossfit until your buttocks turn into tiny shriveled prunes. Next, use a No. 8 masonry trowel to apply approximately one gallon of approved mayonnaise onto your limp, lifeless, nutrition-free bread. If the bread is still visible after mayonnaise application, you did it wrong. Step Four. Carefully place slices of tomato onto your prepared bread. If, by chance, your bread has already absorbed too much mayonnaise and tomato juices and is now disintegrating into a papier-mache-like puddle on your kitchen counter, and it no longer resembles bread, congratulations, you’re on the right track. Salt and pepper to taste. If you discover that you are tempted to add cheese or onions or lettuce or something else weird to your sandwich, thereby violating the Holy Trinity of tomatoes, mayo, and bread, please step away from the cutting board. Take deep breaths, open a can of Natural Light, and start sipping until the urge passes. Next, place both segments of your sandwich together slowly and softly. Warning: Do not compress sandwich. Do not cut sandwich in half. Do not even blink or your sandwich will fall apart. Now, gently lift your sandwich—very gently—as though you are assisting in a heart transplant operation. Walk across the kitchen and stand over the sink. Say grace silently. Go ahead, we’ll wait. To eat sandwich, open mouth wide, place one corner into mouth and bite firmly. Your tomato wedges should slip from between the pieces of bread, shooting forward, falling directly into your sink, leaving you with two naked pieces of bread. If this does not happen you did not use enough mayonnaise. Retrieve tomato hunks from the basin of your nasty, crud-covered, salmonella-encrusted sink while cussing liberally. Replace mangled remains of tomato onto sandwich and attempt to eat sandwich a second time, making sure to mash your soggy, glutenous, snot-like bread pieces together until they are indistinguishable from lumps of Elmer’s Glue. After the third or fourth bite, the front of your shirt should be stained red, covered in tiny seeds and your kitchen should look like a hog killing has recently been performed on the linoleum. When your sandwich expenditure is finished, you can slap yourself heartily on the shoulder because you have just eaten a proper tomato sandwich. You may now recite the ceremonial benediction uttered by South Carolinians statewide every summer: “Thank you, Lord, for chicken and ‘taters, “For grits, white rice, and baby limas. “But most of all, thank you for all the ‘maters, “From God’s country of South Carolina. “Amen.” – John Holt (via Tom Collins)

What a tasty Playim sandwich

Wow! That’s throwing it around like tossed salad. I like it! Randy. Loose Lucy Lucy I need a Miracle -> Bertha.

Brian Blade fellowship at the Jazz Kitchen Second Show. Stoner Hill Landmarks Shenandoah Her friends call her Dot Farewell Bluebird dang. Wowzah. Beauty. Ecstasy. Higher ground. Over the moon. so happy I had the luxury of experiencing THAT!! the first shownwas a poignant introduction live.

Stuck on “Sweet Forgiveness” Bonnie Raitt

Life’s easy driving towards rainbows. Sitting on my front porch , I’m thinking over the amazingly beautiful weekend with the crescent moon 🌙 hanging low in the west. From graduation to Jubilee, skirting on the edge of a northern weather front, this weekend trip up on Friday triggered the record for rainbows in more ways than one . Longest duration - 20 min worth 😲🌈🌦headed north on I -81. Double rainbow in Bluefield. AND! a Rainbow Tower.!? This shaft of rainbow 🌈 stretching skyward popping out of atop the mountain ⛰ into clear skies. Magical!! After a 50 min rainstorm in W VA mountains at dark and OH roads, we made it ! Glad to have waited considering the muddy muck traps inside, I guess, even tho I would’ve love to have gotten a signed poster and would’ve loved even more to have seen Scottie play. We slept near the front gate. Tho it looked dicey a bit early, Saturday was the beginning of just perfection. By early afternoon, Gertie my westie was perched atop the hill, but not before getting a little dirty. All Good Staff took us to a shady spot between two trees that delivered cool breezes. My only concern was the spot of 3 inch mud previously squished up like white bread through baby’s fingers. However ! This white bread box of a van didn’t want to get stuck . Gertie didn’t mind the dirt on her mudflats. Pretty much a badge of honor for a 2x2. As I swung her freight left through the mud hole , I made my destination; she slid a bit , lost traction and rested in good position. Next step, I needed the stern of Hurdy Gertie to tuck between the trees. Back wheels grappling for purchase to no avail, Tito, Alan, and a friendly neighbor rocked her bow to stern a couple of time, heave ho and away she went. On back, on back…. , and she was safely home. Joy! My boyfriend didn’t know what to expect and was blown away by the well put together festival, out of this world staff, and the sound. To say the closing fireworks 💥 were more than just visual is an understatement. And he was in disbelief it was the same location for Buckeye 1988 show. Nikki, Jason and Tito laid out the red carpet and it was just beginning of kind beautiful people. Strangers to reuniting with friends brought a sense of peace and goodness prevailing in the world despite the craziness out there! I get by with a little help from my friends. It has been a roller coaster year , without much respite. I saw the Quasi Kings in the burg months ago and enjoyed listening on the walk down. The Amazing Giants were poised on the wings hallmarking the festival spirit. Ready for some great JGB. Tore Up, That’s What Love Will Make you Do, Dynamite!, Get Outta My Life Woman are what I recall. DSO! It is always too long to see them. Lol. The system sounded great and I tended to drift more center for good sound. Wang Dang Doodle screams 80s to me, add Day Job and the Yamaha baby grand played between 82-84 , there ya go. Overall solid and fun! Add the mirror suit guy and a bird on stilts and Barraco on Lovelight it doesn’t get any better. Sunday came fast. It’s been a hell of a year. I’ve been busier than a one armed wallpaper hanger. What I consistently find tho, love that raises your vibration is everything! It doesn’t matter physically how I feel if I’m peaceful and content; the wellspring will carry me on. After spring reunion Suwannee, I decided I’d go see Peter Rowan any chance I get. He still has that Hollywood polish. Railroad Earth played his tunes so well and seemed so honored to back him up. At one point he traded licks back and forth with the guitarist and hit those high notes like he can. Something about singing out vowels is such a heart opener. He loves crowd participation! “Wild Horses”, “Land of the Navaho” , “Fetch Wood, Carry Water”, “ Midnight Moonlight”, “the Hobo Song” to name a few. What is most captivating is the joy he shows when performing. You watch his soul dance much like a keyboardist we all know. I’ve been told “I want to give you all the things you want and none of the things you don’t want”. My heart was filled to the brim Sunday night. All the songs like Casey Kasem airwaves. The hits kept rolling. A birdie told me VIP deck had cleared out and it was heavenly dance space. There is magic at DSO shows. I never tire of seeing them perform. There is no one who delivers like they do. Thank you. And I have to say, I have been blessed again and again through the years by a kindness and joy that heals my soul.

That makes me laugh because there are all these no’s from Nov and then the question if the forum shut download n May.

By author Tom Robbins Commencement speech at the Off Campus School in Oak Harbor on June 7, 1974. The Off Campus School was an alternative for students who previously dropped out of regular high school. “I am often asked whether there is life after death. Certainly, there is. There is also death after life, and life before death, and death after life. It goes on forever. There’s no stopping it. You will live forever and die forever. In fact, you already have.” “As for heaven and hell, they are right here on Earth, and it is up to each of you in which one you choose to reside. To put it simply, heaven is living in your hopes and hell is living in your fears. “One problem with the notion of Heaven and Hell,” Robbins continued, “is that although they are exact opposites, an astonishing number of people seem to be confused about which is which. For example, all over the United States on this very evening, commencement speakers are standing before audiences not greatly unlike yourselves describing hell as if they were talking about heaven. “Their speakers are saying things such as, ‘Graduating seniors, you have reached the golden age of maturity; it is time now to go out into the world and take up the challenge of life, time to face your hallowed responsibility.’ “And if that isn’t one hell of a note, it’s certainly one note of hell. “When I hear the word maturity spoken with such solemn awe, I don’t know whether to laugh or get sick. There circulates a common myth that once one becomes an adult, one suddenly and magically gets it all together. And, if I may use the vernacular, discovers where it’s at. Ha ha. The sad funny truth is adults are nothing but tall children who have forgotten how to play. “When people tell you to grow up, they mean approximately the same thing they mean when they tell you to shut up. By shut up they mean stop talking. By grow up, they mean stop growing. “Because as long as you keep growing, you keep changing, and the person who is changing is unpredictable, impossible to pigeonhole and difficult to control. The growing person is not an easy target for those guys in slick suits who want you to turn over your soul to Christ, your heart to America, your butt to Seattle First National Bank and your armpits to the new extra crispy Right Guard. “No, the growing person is not an ideal consumer, which means, in more realistic terms, he or she is not an easy slave. Worse yet, if he or she continues to grow, grows far enough and long enough, he or she may get too close to the universal mysteries, the nature of which the Navy and the Dutch Reformed Church do not encourage us to ponder. The growing person is an uncomfortable reminder of the greater human potential that each of us might realize if we had the guts. “So, society wants you to grow up to reach a safe, predictable plateau and root there. To muzzle your throb. To lower the volume on the singing in your blood. Capers all cut, sky finally larked, surprises known: SETTLE DOWN — settle like the sand in the bottom of an hourglass, like a coffin six months in the ground. Act your age, which means act their age, and that has, from the moment they stopped growing, always been old.” Growing up is a trap. “As for responsibility, I am forced to ask, responsibility to what? To our fellow man? Two weeks ago, the newspapers reported that a federal court had ruled that when a person’s brain stops functioning, that person is legally dead, even though his or her heart may continue to beat. That means that 80% of the population of the Earth is legally dead. Must we be responsible to corpses? “No, you have no responsibility except to be yourself to the fullest limit of yourself. And to find out who you are. Or perhaps I should say to remember who you are. Because deep down in the secret velvet of your heart, far beyond your name and address, each of you knows who you really are. And that being who is true cannot help but behave graciously to all other beings – because it is all other beings. “Ah, but we must be responsible, and if we are, then we are rewarded with the white man’s legal equivalent of looting: a steady job, a secure income, easy credit, free access to all the local emporiums and a home of your own to pile the merchandise in. And so what if there is no magic in your life, no wonder, no amazement, no playfulness, no peace of mind, no sense of unity with the universe, no giggling joy, no burning passion, no deep understanding, no overwhelming love? At least your ego has the satisfaction of knowing you are a responsible citizen. “The only advice I have for you tonight is not to actively resist or fight the system, because active protest and resistance merely entangles you in the system. Instead, ignore it, walk away from it. Turn your backs on it, laugh at it. Don’t be outraged, be outrageous! Never be stupid enough to respect authority unless that authority proves itself respectable. “So be your own authority, lead yourselves. Learn the ways and means of the ancient yogi masters, pied pipers, cloud walkers and medicine men. Get in harmony with nature. Listen to the loony rhythms of your blood. Look for beauty and poetry in everything in life. Let there be no moon that does not know you, no spring that does not lick you with its tongues. Refuse to play it safe, for it is from the wavering edge of risk that the sweetest honey of freedom drips and drips. Live dangerously, live lovingly. Believe in magic. Nourish your imagination. Use your head, even if it means going out of your mind. Learn, like the lemon and the tomato learned, the laws of the sun. Become aware, like the jungle became aware, of your own perfume. Remember that life is much too serious to take seriously – so never forget how to play. Looking at you tonight, I know you are going to do just fine.”

This was where Tea got on the bus! I had a feeling it was so.

4/11/88 Detroit E: White Rabbit Hell in a Bucket Sugaree New Minglewood Blues It Must Have Been the Roses Stuck Inside of Mobile To Lay Me Down Music Never Stopped Touch of Grey Man Smart/Woman Smarter Ship of Fools Truckin' drums The Wheel Gimme Some Lovin' All Along the Watchtower Stella Blue Turn on Your Love Light Happy Birthday Brokedown Palace

🥰, Doc!! Not my pass but I did bail for Jubilee instead and needing to be close this weekend. My son is out of knee surgery and will snowboard again! I will be hauling VW a$$ to OH on Friday after daughter graduates and we celebrate. try cash or trade Gr8tfulpair.

STOKED!!! I'm 100% committed. Gonna be good....don't ya know....

42!!! some he played like a harp

Pat Metheny Side Eye Project! Thomas Wolfe Auditorium with James Francies on keys of Houston and Joe Dyson on Drums and of course the orchestrion. Wow truly inspired playing by his bandmates. Monstrous! What I've got is...... Have you heard? Antonio Message to a Friend It Starts When We Disappear Timeline When We were Free A dissonant crazy Ornette Coleman song Acoustic melody with This is Not America and Last Train Home included. I think the final exam for a new crew member is can you tune the Picasso guitar? 😉 I did get run over by a spotlight during "It Starts When We Disappear". jeez. It was strong and came right at me. 🤪

Last I remember Bobby Weir playing with them was 2/11/14 at Great American Music hall. what a thrill! I’m glad to see Viola in the mix . I miss her. I had talked of coming to visit and my friend Rose but I’ve been setting up a new office. Playing my cards as they are dealt.

67 style first set 2/12/69 second

Ashland 2019 1967 style show. Good Morning Little Schoolgirl opener!!💥 wooden floors. great space. good vibes. loved the crowd.

Haha! I just got a notice from this thread when I checked in and just this afternoon I was thinking about what I think is a fantastic opener. GDTRFB. It pretty much gets everything right on track as it should be.

like - Do you know NASCAR’s origins? Running moonshine.

I think looking for sassafras to make tea should be in there. Glad Jerry was a little bit country, and a little bit rock n roll. Maybe add you know all the words to David Allen Coe’s Darlin song. Or you sing Hank Williams Jr song “ Country Boy will survive” more times than you can count

HOW REDNECK ARE YOU???? My score is 29 🤣 Let's see just how redneck you really are. 10 - 20: A little redneck 20 - 30: Pretty much redneck 30 - 40: Bona-fide redneck or Appalachian!! Have you ever... 1. Owned pellet or BB gun as a kid? ✅ 2. Owned a real gun? ✅ 3. Shot a real gun? ✅ 4. Gone squirrel or rabbit hunting? No 5. Gone fishing? ✅ 6. Owned or used a slingshot? ✅ 7. Plucked a chicken/turkey? No 8. Gathered wild ginseng? No 9. Eaten deer meat? ✅ 10. Eaten frog legs? ✅ 11. Fed a baby farm animal with a bottle? ✅ 12. Gathered fresh eggs? ✅ 13. Driven a stick shift? ✅ 14. Started a vehicle using a manual choke? ✅ 15. Rode in the back of a pick-up truck? No 16. Shucked corn? ✅ 17. Waded barefoot in a creek? ✅ 18. Caught fireflies in a jar at night? ✅ 19. Tasted wild honeysuckle? ✅ 20. Gathered wild blackberries? ✅ 21. Used an outhouse? ✅ 22. Rode a horse? ✅ 23. Smelled the scent of cured tobacco hanging in a tobacco barn? No 24. Taken the ashes out of a wood stove or wood heater? ✅ 25. Carried in wood? ✅ 26. Walked barefoot down a gravel or dirt road? ✅ 27. Slept in a tent? ✅ 28. Been attacked by a rooster? No 29. Eaten raw apple, potato or turnip off the blade of a pocket knife? ✅ 30. Dipped skoal or chewing tobacco or had it applied to a Bee sting? ✅ 31. Eaten homemade snow Ice Cream? ✅ 32. Used a pump to draw water from a well? No 33. Been on a hayride? ✅ 34. Jumped into a pile of raked leaves? ✅ 35. Carved your initials into a tree? No 36. Sucked on a piece of water hose to siphon gas out of a gas tank? No 37. Been shocked by an electric fence? No 38. Split wood with an ax? No 39. Hung laundry outside on a clothesline to dry? ✅ 40. Eaten fried bologna? ✅

I refuse to argue a red herring. The Covid vaccine is not like a polio vaccine or smallpox. It doesn’t confer immunity but allows your system to recognize the antigen for the attachment site of the virus to the human organism. Any entity with the same antigen will be attacked by the human immune response. The immune response, if not overactive, helps prevent cytokine storm which turns lungs to soup. I’ve seen pictures first handedly. Covid is new to humans because it has been transposed in some currently unknown manner to attack humans. Coronaviruses mutate too fast to eradicate with a vaccine. That is why the common cold that is that class of viruses is still around and no vaccine has been made! A similar process is in effect with Covid-19, in that natural occurring coronaviruses also constantly mutate like the cold virus so that these viruses are resistant to a vaccine in the long term. The virus classes that effective vaccines have been made against do not mutate at the rate the coronaviruses and cold viruses do and those effective vaccines are not specifically directed to a single antigen like the Covid-19 vaccine, The Covid vaccine is designed to recognize and develop an immune response to the attachment antigen on the virus. THAT is about as simple as I can explain!!

Watch what you feed your head. evidently ….. Too much Fox News…. 🤪 Heard it playing the other day and they are STILL talking about a stolen election. Geez. Pumping out vituperation and conspiracy theory is all they do at that “news” vender. Sad Covid is still a stumbling block. I hope everyone feels better soon. On the up side, what better natural immunity can you build than from true infection if you can tolerate it. Damn Covid!