Well today is my birthday. I’m LXI years old. I’m doing much better than last year. Last year I had a bit of a problem turning LX but today I’m much better. Today I have two cats to keep me happy and anyways LXI is just a number. I’m only XXV in my mind but my knees and hips tell me otherwise. The Miata has become very painful to get out of but that’s OK because I’m going to sell it and I’m getting a Mazda 3 Grand Touring Sedan. The cats are a great distraction and we’re all best friends. They are Kashi and Klipper. They a re eight years old and were Maggie’s cats but she is moving and can’t take them with her. Klipper is a small black cat who thinks he’s a tough guy but really isn’t and Kashi is a big scaredy cat who loves everyone. It’s going to be a good year. I don’t mind turning LXI.
General Orders No.11, WASHINGTON, D.C., May 5, 1868
30th day of May, 1868, is designated for the purpose of strewing with
flowers or otherwise decorating the graves of comrades who died in
defense of their country during the late rebellion, and whose bodies now
lie in almost every city, village, and hamlet church-yard in the land.
In this observance no form of ceremony is prescribed, but posts and
comrades will in their own way arrange such fitting services and
testimonials of respect as circumstances may permit.We are organized,
comrades, as our regulations tell us, for the purpose among other
things, “of preserving and strengthening those kind and fraternal
feelings which have bound together the soldiers, sailors, and marines
who united to suppress the late rebellion.” What can aid more to assure
this result than cherishing tenderly the memory of our heroic dead, who
made their breasts a barricade between our country and its foes? Their
soldier lives were the reveille of freedom to a race in chains, and
their deaths the tattoo of rebellious tyranny in arms. We should guard
their graves with sacred vigilance. All that the consecrated wealth and
taste of the nation can add to their adornment and security is but a
fitting tribute to the memory of her slain defenders. Let no wanton foot
tread rudely on such hallowed grounds. Let pleasant paths invite the
coming and going of reverent visitors and fond mourners. Let no
vandalism of avarice or neglect, no ravages of time testify to the
present or to the coming generations that we have forgotten as a people
the cost of a free and undivided republic.If other eyes grow dull, other
hands slack, and other hearts cold in the solemn trust, ours shall keep
it well as long as the light and warmth of life remain to us.Let us,
then, at the time appointed gather around their sacred remains and
garland the passionless mounds above them with the choicest flowers of
spring-time; let us raise above them the dear old flag they saved from
dishonor; let us in this solemn presence renew our pledges to aid and
assist those whom they have left among us a sacred charge upon a
nation’s gratitude, the soldier’s and sailor’s widow and orphan.
is the purpose of the Commander-in-Chief to inaugurate this observance
with the hope that it will be kept up from year to year, while a
survivor of the war remains to honor the memory of his departed
comrades. He earnestly desires the public press to lend its friendly aid
in bringing to the notice of comrades in all parts of the country in
time for simultaneous compliance therewith.
Department commanders will use efforts to make this order effective. By order of JOHN A. LOGAN, Commander-in-Chief And so began our observance of Memorial Day. It was renamed and the
date changed to the last Monday in May in 1971 so gub’mint employees
could have yet another 3 day weekend. This Monday we shall celebrate
those who sacrificed all in defense of our country.
What’s with this opioid epidemic? We use to call them junkies. People who shoot heroin into their veins are pretty stupid. I understand addiction but heroin I just don’t understand. I knew a cute little 20-something we’ll call her Brynn. I met her at an NA meeting called “The Lunch Bunch”. I would have a smoke after the meeting and she came up to me and introduced herself to me and all the other smokers. She always made a point of giving me a hug before she left. She was a nice intellegent very attractive little girl. I figured she was one of my many NA friends. I hadn’t seen Brynn in a month or so so I broke down and asked around about her and everyone kinda’ looked away and blew me off. WTF? Finally someone told me that Brynn OD’d on heroin and was dead and noone wanted to tell me because they thought we were close or something. Brynn was dead. Through her obit I learned she graduated from Penn State with a double major and was a cheerleader. Last I saw her she was happy to have six months clean. I just don’t get it! Sometimes I smoke too much. When I find myself doing that I cut down. When I realised I was drinking to excess I quit drinking. If you smoke too much pot you just stop buying it for awhile. When I have had surgury they gave me painkillers and I didn’t like them. They don’t take the pain away they just get me stoned then I’m stoned and in pain. No thank you. I just can’t see being hooked on painkillers so bad you stick a needle in your arm to get high. Haven’t we learned anything from history? Jimi Hendrix, John Belushi, Janis Joplin, Jim Morrison, Keith Moon, Sid Vicious, Dee Dee Ramone, Rick James just to name a few. People who stick needles in their arms to get high die! What part don’t you understand? In my opinion there is no opioid epidemic there is an overabundance of junkies.