The Eagles eyes spoke!

It was a very warm day in Wyoming. I was on the road going to take care of some warranty work on a mobile home. The highway I was on was deserted. There was no one in sight and hadn’t been for the last 30 minutes. The only company I had was the radio and the sudden appearance of a Dust Devil. This miniature tornado had to be 30 feet tall and maybe 4 feet in circumference. It was unique because it had a whirling glittering appearance to it. It brought me back to the old Walt Disney TV show where Tinker bell threw a handful of pixi dust out of her hand to start and finish the show. There must have been mica in the dust for the sun to produce such a show. It was if all the stars in the galaxy were spinning in front of my eyes.

About ten minutes later while hypnotized by the road I noticed something out of the corner of my eye. I turned and looked, and to my surprise I saw this magnificent Bald Eagle. He was flying right on the other side of the two lane road at eye level. Our eyes locked and it was the most spiritual thing that ever happened to me to EVER. The Eagles eyes saw right into me, into my soul, heart, and mind. All my secrets were exposed. All the bad and good I had done were known. The feeling of freedom I felt from having no secrets was so uplifting that it felt like I was flying too.

Then I was overwhelmed with the knowledge that it was ok. I felt forgiven. All the crap I had done throughout my life was lifted from me. Everything in the future I would slip up on was forgiven too. I really don’t know how long the Eagle was with me, perhaps a split second, perhaps a minute. I don’t know and don’t really care. Was the Eagle a messenger from a higher power? I think that it was an encouragement to continue on, and that there would be ups and downs in life. To stay close to the path and not lose faith. Love one another.

Bob

World War II vet (true hero)

He is 93 years old and still has a gleam in his eyes. My wife and I took this WWII vet to a dinner theatre as a gesture for employing my wife for the sale of his house. We were going to see Oklahoma! We pulled up in front of his new residence and as he approached the car slightly bent over with a cane keeping him steady I thought of the great bald eagle. Our great American symbol. His eyes were sharp and full of knowledge. The slight crouch reminded me of the position right before take off. I couldn’t wait to talk to him. Wayne got in the car and off we went.

After our initial greeting my wife and Wayne began singing the first line to Oklahoma and maybe half of the next line. It was a treat for me to see that there was truly a friendship here, because up until now all I had heard was how nice he was. I had googled the Battle of Bastogne which Wayne was a part of. I wanted to be able to talk about it and ask some questions. Wayne had twelve tanks under his command and was part of the101^st Airborne.

We arrived at the Candlelight and were seated. It’s a nice place and I was impressed immediately with it’s ambiance. The actors were your servers, which gave it a wonderful feeling of community. While waiting for lunch I got the chance to talk to Wayne about the Battle of Bastogne. I asked what role he and his tanks had in the battle. As I waited for the answer I saw him travel back to the battle through his eyes. He got there and then started to speak. He left 4 tanks over there and 4 more at another location. The 4 tanks he was with drove up to where the 101^st was dug in at the tree line. They were completely surrounded by the enemy.

He spoke with the commander of one of his tanks and told him to move back so he could have a better line of sight. He walked away and came right back and the man had been cut in half by shrapnel. Then one of his men asked who he wanted in charge of that tank. He never answered because at that moment he was hit. Shrapnel came down right behind his left shoulder and bored a hole moving diagonally towards his right side. He asked his man how big is the hole? He rolled his shirt up and told him he could fit his fist in it. Well you better take me to the medics (he said).

Wayne also made it to the battle of the bulge and went on a rescue mission to save some of our men. He was praised and thanked by our nation and it’s president. The mission was a very big deal. My own dad was a WWII vet at Anzio Beachhead, I wish I knew more about his time there?

On the drive home from Oklahoma we sang some more! Actually remembered about two and a half lines J God love this country and the men and women who protect it. Thank you Wayne and Dad. Love one another!

Bob

　

The Hitchhiking Lady

It was a beautiful July day in Staten Island N.Y. It was around 1962. We were in our big brown 53 Chevy going down Manor road heading towards 4 corners. My mom was driving and my two sisters were there too. We got to the corners and were stopped by the red traffic light. To our right on one corner was the Sunnyside Club where people went for a few drinks. On the other corner (diagonally) was the A&P grocery store, which would be a bank in the future where I would get Frank Giffords autograph as he helped it’s grand opening.

While waiting at the red light my Mother said lock your doors because the Hitchhiking Lady hung out here and would just get right in your car. I was surprised and a bit terrified at this news. I couldn’t fathom that a person, especially a woman would just get in your car uninvited. My mind began to swim as I imagined what she must of looked like. I thought she must have had a wild look in her eye much like the lady from the original 101 Dalmatians’ in1961. She also had a very long coat but this one was tattered unlike the luxurious coat from the movie. It had to be tattered!! Surely the woman had to be down on her luck and not in her right mind to brazenly get into strangers cars. Her hands were very lean and showed every bone and vein in them. The type of hand that would be stirring a cauldron, and with a wicked laughter that sent chills down your spine.

This was a very inventive way to get us to lock our doors, yet I wonder why it was that way and not just (ok kids lock your doors). Maybe she was real? This warning was repeated several times by my mom, and always at 4 corners. After a while the warnings stopped and the Hitchhiking Lady disappeared from my mind. I thank my sister in law who posted on facebook about Mr. rubber toe, a fictional character that her daughter in law uses to keep her two boys in line. It sparked my memory of Hitchhiking Lady and also gave me a vivid memory of my wonderful Mom. Love One Another!!

Bob

Merl the Squirrel (Thanks Gary)

It was a mild morning in Louisiana. The sun had not come up yet. My brother in law- his friend- and I were going squirrel hunting. I was given a crash course on the shotgun the night before and I was ready? We entered the woods and his friend immediately took off in another direction. Gary brought me to a spot and told me to sit down and wait for sunlight and I would know what to do. He then left me to find a spot of his own. He left a New York City boy whose only hunting experience was lifting rocks and looking for salamanders across the street from the projects!!! I was a bit nervous but exhilarated.

So I sat and waited. Finally the sun was rising and the squirrels went scurrying around. This is what he meant when he said I would know what to do. Well I was so busy watching them play around that I missed every possible shot. What a city slicker! The next step was to walk about fifty yards, give or take and settle back in and wait for more squirrel scurrying. During my walk to a new spot I was just amazed at the things I was seeing. While walking through a dry creek bed I was in awe of the huge trees whose root systems hung out in plain sight. It was natures art at it’s finest.

I then came upon the BIGGEST spider web I have ever seen till this day. Then I saw the spider. It was a Behemoth. This creature must have been born at the dawn of time!! I was hypnotized by the King of all spiders. I immediately named him the “banana spider” because of his bright yellow body. All the while I’m hearing shotgun blasts, hmmm someone is shooting squirrels. My walk through a National Geographic magazine finally came to an end.

It was Gary. Did you get any brother in law he said? Nope said I. I think he realized at that time I needed help. Then we saw Merl. Sitting on that tree branch just asking us to get him, reminded me of Captain Ahab strapped to Moby Dick beckoning to his crew to come after him. I took a shot and hit him. He flew up in the air and did about five 360 flips in mid air. Extreme snow boarders eat your heart out. Merl landed in between two large branches with only his butt hanging out. I shot again.

Another hit! He moved and Gary said there he is get him. I looked up and couldn’t see him. You get him I said. Blam, Gary finished him off. He took Merl and got him mounted for me. Merl proudly resides in Virginia now with my Son who takes good care of him.

Thanks for the adventure Merl and Gary. Hey remember. Love one another!

Bob

Just give me the truth!

My old cell phone company and I had problems! Things were just getting too expensive, so I called customer service. I told them we needed to do something with the account or I would have to go elsewhere. They came up with a deal that wasn’t good enough so I told him what I wanted and for how much. This poor guy had enough of me and said he would have a superior call me back, because he couldn’t authorize it.

No call back after two weeks! I got in touch and during our conversation, found out that six months prior most all of their plans were lowered $30 a month. I was shocked and asked why I didn’t know about it. “ Well sir we did a press release” -So I didn’t see this and I didn’t get the discount, hmmm! I fought a good fight and got 3 months worth credited to us. However this was really annoying and I knew it wasn’t over for me.

I felt as if they did the press release and crossed their fingers hoping that not too many customers saw it. Then as people complained about cost they would reveal the new price. Not to my surprise texts started coming on new things we could add to our account, and they seemed to all be around $30. I called up and told them I was done. After a week or so we started receiving their correspondence with a early termination fee.

I gave it another week and called. I requested they drop the fee and we both move on! I explained how they never called back with help on the cost of our account. I wasn’t getting very far until I started talking about the press release and the texts I started receiving to spend more money after my discount. I merely said, “why didn’t you text me about the discount if you really wanted me to have it”--The silence was deafening---------- She then said that $18 would be all I needed to pay and we were done. I took it as opposed to the $300.

I think it would have been beneficial to their company to be honest and truly revealing about their discount. Lets just be honest. Just give me the truth! Come on American companies. God Bless America. Remember Love One Another.

Bob

　

Shoelaces

I finally broke down and got myself a new pair of jogging/cross trainers. (I don’t run anymore) I had four pair of old ones laying around, dating back pretty far. Trying to be as green as possible I thought to save all the laces because they’re in great shape. Possibly fill the sink with bleach and get them white again. I should be able to find some use for them, I thought. Then it dawned on me?

It’s probably been four and a half decades since I broke a pair of shoe laces. What does that mean? I’m not sure. Maybe laces are made much better these days, or perhaps shoes are not and wear out more quickly to increase profits. I heard today on the news that someone designed a light bulb that will last 30 years? Where do I get a box full of those babies? Probably need a loan to buy them J .

I’m not sure why I was moved to ramble on like this. I haven’t blogged for a while, so needed to put something out there maybe? I do know that quality shouldn’t cost the consumer in excess of what’s fair. I would like to see our country of inventors and entrepreneurs create and sell products of quality, but most of all sell these products at a fair price. Lets charge more for inferior items to move people towards what’s good for them. An example is food- good quality food (organics) are more expensive then the chemical laden junk (processed) we buy. Something is wrong here!!

America is a great nation, but our best is still ahead of us. God bless America!! If you read this I’m sorry for the rambling, just one of those things. Remember- Love one another.

Bob

Star Hanger

I was a Catholic boy who grew up on Staten Island, New York. I went to Blessed Sacrament school just like my sisters before me did. The Sisters of Charity ran the show there with an iron fist. Catechism was a class among your other ones. This class was about God and all things related. It troubled me because I wondered if I was good enough to make it to heaven. A question that reenters my mind from time to time.

I didn’t spend a lot of time worrying about my salvation, yet it lingered in a neat little compartment in the back of my mind. The nuns were very strict especially in catechism, and if you got out of line you could get smacked in the face. One day we were in Sister Basils class (she was well known for slapping) and Donald Naples was talking to me. I told him to be quiet because I didn’t want her to see us talking. You guessed it! As soon as I told him to be quiet she looked my way!

It was on! She started making her way towards me. I thought of pleading my case but knew it didn’t matter, she needed to hit someone that day. Looking back it was really a sight. Sister Basil was about five feet two inches tall and very large and round. To see her coming down the aisle reminded me of a runaway locomotive being stoked with wood so that the final impact would be sure destruction. Being in her black habit (clothes) she also reminded me of a Big black comet whose short yet fiery tail had my name written on it.

Right before she got to me I decided to stand up and take it like a man, or maybe it was to lessen the blow because standing would get me farther away. Whatever the reason she got me. I can’t remember what happened after, but I’m pretty sure I had words with Donald after class.

Anyway, wondering about going to heaven or not bothered me. Then something happened which changed everything. In 1956 Rodgers and Hammerstein’s musical Carousel was made into a movie starring Gordon MacRae and Shirley Jones. In one scene he was robbing someone and slipped and fell on his knife and died. He then went to a place between heaven and hell. The guy in charge came in and that’s when I learned he was a star hanger.

A great weight was immediately lifted off my shoulders. Surely I was good enough to be a Star Hanger. I could roam the heavens at night and light them up with my stars. Oh salvation you are in my reach. I’m still hoping for at the least a star hanging job. (just in case). Remember folks love one another.

Bob

I wonder what he was thinking?

It was a day not like any other in his life. My dad was landing on Anzio Beachhead in Italy. The landing went very smooth, there was no German presence. The commanders talked about it and decided not to push forward right away fearing that they would be in a bad spot. That was a mistake! They were spotted on the beach!

After being spotted the Germans brought reinforcements in. This was the beginning of a tough campaign for the brave Anzio Beachhead veterans. The beach was at the bottom of high cliffs, so the enemy had a clear advantage. Dad said it was like being stuck on a billiard table. They had to carom and bounce from place to place to avoid being shot.

I wonder what his thoughts were? When your running for cover are you just waiting for the bullet to hit? Are you praying for God to protect you? Are you running as fast as you can, but it doesn’t feel like your moving at all? Does it feel like you’ve been out from cover too long and your time is up? Can you even think at all?

They eventually made it off the beach. My Dads unit was at the factory. This place was an old Italian factory the Germans had used for other purposes. They were eating breakfast when someone spotted what they thought was a German soldier. Then, no it’s not, yes it is. Well it was! The soldier began to communicate that they should give up because they were surrounded by tanks.

As they were being marched off my Uncle’s division watched from a hill. Live to fight another day I guess. What was my Dad thinking when being led away? Am I ever going to make it home now? Will we be beaten and interrogated? Can you see your wife in your mind and just yearn to be transported back home? Are you transported back home in an instant when everything that’s most important to you rushes back into your senses?

Fortunately they were set free after the war ended and helped themselves to eggs from farms to eat while making there way back to home lines. It’s to late now for me to ask my Dad so many of the things I should have. I hope if you read this and still have your parents, that you waste no more time, but cherish the time and talk more. They’re lives are full of stories.

Thanks to my sister Lois for most of the information I have of my fathers Army days.

Love one another!

Bob

　

　

　

　

　

Navy days-The light in the darkness

Normally when I went out on the fantail at night, the sky was teeming with stars. There’s nothing like the magnificence of this work of art. It’s the perfect place to stargaze, out on the rolling sea with no light but the stars themselves. To witness this is uplifting and calming, it’s almost as if you can touch them. This visual euphoria is gently inscribed into the archives of your mind.

However on this night not a star was visible. I slowly walked out on deck and stood in silence. I listened to see if anyone else happened to be out. Not a sound. The visibility was zero, and you could not see your hand in front of your face, literally. This complete darkness was something I had not experienced before or since. Our running lights were off too, so I’m sure we didn’t want to be spotted. I was happy the sea was calm otherwise I wouldn’t be out getting air that night. To fall overboard would be, to never be found again.

I then heard the hatch open and someone walk out on deck. I kept inquiring, hello who’s out here? At the time I didn’t know it but it was a mistake to mark my location. I led him right too me. Then he was in front of me, I felt him with my senses. Suddenly a flash! He had a camera! The combination of the darkness and the camera flash was like pouring boiling water on ice. I started melting! Everything changed in an instant, my senses were scrambled and I was in trouble. My first logical thought was to hit the deck. I wanted some sort of stability in my frenzied state. If I would have wandered off I could have went overboard.

I’m not sure weather that’s the only picture he has or if he snapped several after I was down. I wouldn’t know cause I was merely bacon in a frying pan on high. To lose control of your senses like that is scary. Never found out who it was. Never inquired or told anyone after it happened. Thought if I kept quiet that it would become clear who it was. If by some chance you read this, I forgive you. The good thing about this, is that when things seem to blindside you or seem completely out of control, just hit the deck and regain your balance. Then get up and move on.

Bob

Navy Days-Highline in the Gulf of Tonkin

I was stationed aboard the U.S.S. Truxtun DLGN 35 (the Tommy T). Really loved my ship and my shipmates. DLGN means-Destroyer- Light-Guided missile- Nuclear powered. The Helo (helicopter) was looking for my ship so I could set down on Her for the first time. Finally my ship was in sight. The pilot said there she is and I looked out the front window and saw her sitting in the vast ocean waters.

I decided just seconds later to look again, and to my amazement we were landing on the Helo deck. Time flies in a helicopter. I got into the bay and a first class petty officer handed me a Vietnam service medal. He saw the confusion on my face and before I could utter a word he said just take it you’re here. We were in the Gulf of Tonkin so geographically I was in the right place for the medal. I must say that it never, and still doesn’t feel right, God bless the men who had to walk the jungles in that nightmare.

About a week after I got there the USS Jewitt came along side us to deliver a few more greenhorns to our ship. They shot a line over and it was tied off to both ships and a chair was attached. The sailor got in and we pulled on the rope until he got over. This was awesome especially for me because I wasn’t out there between those two ships in the very rough seas. Suddenly General quarters sounded-battle stations. Luis Flores was in the chair right in the middle of both ships, last man to come over. Two enemy MIGS were spotted on radar.

It would have been a heck of a prize for those MIGS to catch two U.S. destroyers within a couple hundred feet of each other. Immediately the Executive officer yells an order down to the first class petty officer in charge of our line crew. We held Luis’s lives in our hands. I was on that crew. He said- CUT THE LINE- we all heard it and so did Luis. The look of terror on Luis’s face will be forever etched in my mind.

We were frozen for what seemed like an eternity, but was probably just a few seconds. The petty officer in charge turned and looked at us with wild eyes. He ignored the Execs order and yelled PULL!!! That word always brings this memory around. Well it was like there was no rope in our hands. I think we got him over the rest of the way with one yank. Luis made it and we got to our stations.

I was told later that when the ships sped off turning away from each other, the fantails (backend) came within a couple of feet from each other. Luis would have been sucked under by the screws and……… Unfortunately the Petty officer was flown off the ship and brought to justice for disobeying a direct order to cut the rope. Never saw him again. But he has a few fans from back in the day. Thanks bud, I know Luis won’t forget you. GO NAVY!!

Bob

The measure of happiness?

Is the measure of happiness within us or is it influenced by those around us? Is it amplified or deflated by economics? Is it handed down by genetics or do we develop our own formula at birth? Does climate effect it or do the stars influence it? Do you find happiness in God? Perhaps it’s all of these things and more. Perhaps it’s less. Is happiness something we look for or does it just happen?

If I had to come up with an answer on the spot, contentment comes to mind. When I am content I am happy. This answer however is to simple, but then simplicity makes me happy. Knowing ones self is key to having happiness. Once you know yourself and live within this knowledge, your happiness can be unlimited?

Happily

Bob

Leaving home

It was 1972 and the draft lottery was done and the birthdates were posted. The first year I was eligible my number came up pretty high- so it was just a matter of time before I got my welcome to the army letter. I took the letter and showed my good friend Joe Foley (RIP Joe). Joe turned and looked at me- but before he opened his mouth I knew by the look that I should heed what he said. Then it came- “If you don’t go down to the Navy recruiter instead of getting drafted in the Army I will hit you in the head with a f---ing 2x4“. Joe had done a tour in Nam for the army. I listened and joined the navy.

The night before I left-around midnight Joe and Stinky Benson had me sit down on the bench as they lowered the projects flag in a ceremony unequaled by any military outfit. They presented the flag to me and it felt like every hair on my head was standing straight up. I still have this flag and the same feeling- as my eyes well up with tears. Thanks guys.

The day came that I was leaving and it was very early in the morning. No one else in the projects was up. I said goodbye to my mom and all of a sudden there was my dad. He was standing there in his underwear and came over and hugged me. I was really shocked to see him there- we weren’t very close but there was nothing bad between us either. (I miss him) Dad was a very busy man and held down two jobs to keep things going. Only after my moms death and before his (five months) did I start to communicate more than ever before. That is a regret I will always have-yet there was love-mostly unspoken.

I didn’t realize at the time that I was leaving home and New York to never live there again. The Navy was very exciting and changed the way I saw the world. People of foreign lands were very different yet exactly the same. Basic human needs and wants coupled with honor and integrity help cross the boundaries of race-religion-culture or just about anything we let get in the way of understanding each other.

Bob

It happens to us all

I was a young boy, my age I can’t remember. When I woke up that morning I ran to my Mom and said I dreamed a lady drove into the river with her baby and died. Mom consoled me and the day went on. A couple of hours later Mom showed me the Staten Island advance and there it was on the front page. That is my first recollection of knowing something in advance of actually knowing it.

I believe our brains abilities are far more then we may ever know. Please realize I don’t think I’m special. We all, in my opinion have had these episodes. Are you recalling them now? I also believe that it happens more than you think, but for some reason (probably awareness) we don’t notice.

Here’s a couple more. One day when my honey and I were living in our first house on west 6^th street I had a very bad feeling about my Aunt Charlotte. I loved her very much and she was my dads only sister. I went out and bought a card that had cats on it and sent it saying hello how are you. Aunt Charlotte loved her cats, I hated them because they hated me. One especially intimidated me. MEAN CAT. Well anyway shortly after I sent the card my Mom called and told me that Charlotte had cancer.

The other one I’ll share comes many years later when my son Ryan was a senior in high school. I was sitting on the couch watching TV and Bronya was in the bedroom. I suddenly felt very anxious about Ryan. I got up and walked outside and turned southwest looking in the direction of Bodecker lake. After about five minutes I felt somewhat better but something bugged me about Ryan. I went back in and sat down. About five minutes later, the time it takes to get here from Bodecker, Ryan comes in with his girlfriend. He explained to me how these five guys came at him one by one, and he took care of them all. (very proud I am J ) He thought he really hurt one of them so we drove out to take a look but they were gone. Anyway when it concerns loved ones I believe we have these premonitions more that we know. Would love to hear about some of them, so if you want leave a comment.  Thanks for reading and don’t forget to love one another.

Bob

Staredown with the one eyed boy

It was Oct. 31^st 1967 Halloween day. I’m fourteen years old and me and the guys are two stores down from the Sweet Shop loading up on eggs for the big egg war that night. We were in a bad mood already cause candy bars at the Sweet shop just went up a penny to six cents. I would have to find an extra soda bottle to make up the difference. I was shocked at the extra expense. Can you really raise prices?



Well anyway, we purchased the last six dozen eggs in the store. Thank God we got there before they were gone. The mods and the straights had got there before us and almost cleaned it out. Mods wore bell bottoms and straights wore straight jeans. They would have the war of all wars with their eggs tonight. We were outside the store looking over our eggs when a kid with one eye came out looking very distressed. He saw us and came over wanting to buy half our eggs. I told him no way we needed them all and then some.

I had never seen anything before or since. He wore glasses, and the side that was missing the eye had like a half a goggle attached to it. It was opaque and tan in color. This was supposed to hide the fact there was an eye missing. It didn’t and it was a crater and purplish in color with skin grown over the hole. (tough for that young boy) He made a grab for the eggs and missed. I handed them off and got in his face. I told him that if he didn’t back off I’d crack an egg and drop it in where his eye should be. If I only knew then what I know now I wouldn’t have said that hurtful thing to him. He said I will see you tonight and I said, “I can’t wait.”

Well first things first. We had trick or treating to do before Egg Wars. I lived in the Todt Hill projects on Staten Island, New York yeah baby. The projects had six families to a floor and six floors to a building. There were two buildings attached to each other. There was seven of these bi-buildings. That’s 504 families. We kept the Dentists busy for years with our rotting teeth. Oh my though the candy was excellent and lasted forever. You had to be careful though because we got our share of bird seed and dog food for a treat.

Candy in a safe place and the war begins. Under the cover of darkness you prowl around until you spot the others. You either catch someone by surprise or they catch you. Egging among your own age group is what you want to do. Going up against the mods or straights would not be wise. They were older and had more money, so more eggs. CONTACT , oh boy what a mess. To see the eggs flying through the air reminds one of viewing countless shooting stars on their last journey before dying out. Or perhaps a school of fish retreating quickly from a predator.

I was about to head home when I saw him. He was alone and so was I, no matter I didn’t need any help with him. I had to call out because he didn’t see me. He walked towards me as I walked towards him. I could tell by the way he moved that I had the upper hand. We stopped a few feet from each other and I said well here I am and you wanted to see me. He stood motionless and quiet. His face showed fear and he started to quiver a bit. He didn’t want to fight me. I admired him for not running and holding his ground. I felt sorry for him and had been in that side of a situation before. I started talking to him and gave him a way out. As I look back I’m so glad I did. We all need a way out from time to time as I have many times. We’re all in this together no matter the situation. Love one another and show a little kindness.

Bob

　

　

　

　

　



　

　

　

　

2011 is gone

2011 not exactly a slice of heaven
You came and went very fast
Thankful that it's in the past

People standing up
Corporations bowing down
Thank you Twitter/ Facebook
You brought power all around

We're on the right track
A cleansing is what we need
Lets be a nation of do'ers
Be prosperous and let go of greed

The year is gone
A new one is here
Now love your family
And do not fear

Crystal fog and Sunshine

I first noticed the Crystal fog in harsh driving conditions. It was a cold morning and the fog was thick on the way to work in the dark. Because of the exteme temp the fog took on a crystal like appearance.
It reminded me of the tail of a Comet that was flying with wild abandon into my headlights. Or perhaps
thousands of glass chards whose mission was to melt on impact on the warm headlights.
 
  No matter, the point is that there was something nice in my drive to work that morning as opposed to
a stressful journey in hazardous conditions. It helped me pass the time and shortened the trip.
The Sunshine part of the title is just that. Wonderful sunshine always makes me happy. Yet when I think about it, sunshine can also be hazardous.

 My purpose in this blog is to seek out the positive in all things, and not to let the negative get the overpowering grasp. I'm sure I will stray from the original purpose but hope to remain somewhat on target. I would like to reccomend a book. The Hiding Place-by Corrie Tenboom. This woman it seems would not rest until she could find the positive in the many negative situations in her life.

 My first thoughts are down and I say goodnight. I'll write again but don't know when.