tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38155759767069331642024-03-19T01:34:05.283-07:00The Original NightFly - Twenty Minutes Into The Future.LaDukehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08299254251786039713noreply@blogger.comBlogger62125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815575976706933164.post-9440775448596868302018-04-20T10:08:00.000-07:002018-04-20T10:11:06.018-07:00Earth Is A Weird Place To Live...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b><span style="background-color: black; color: magenta; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">First of all, clowns are creepy in their own right. These are real people who, I can only assume, are people. Who really knows what's under the makeup? I sure as hell don't know. But, they make themselves up to look happy, sad, creepy, whatever. We let them hang around our kids, at parks, at the circus, at carnivals, at restaurants, where ever "fun" is supposed to be happening. </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="background-color: black; color: magenta; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Uh-huh. I don't make these pictures up. They are readily available on the internet. Not that I believe everything that I see on the internet but still...come on! Somebody had to take this picture. And that clown had to make himself up and do the liquor swilling. </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="background-color: black; color: magenta; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">My name is Bernard LaDuke and that's my view of this world. </span></b>LaDukehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08299254251786039713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815575976706933164.post-19510300073009064692016-08-06T12:10:00.004-07:002016-08-06T12:16:54.228-07:00I Really DON'T Love Lucy! <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b style="color: cyan; font-family: verdana, sans-serif;">The picture above is of a statue that somebody put up somewhere to honor Lucille Ball. <i>If</i> I'm seeing this right, it's supposed to be from the "Vegameatavitamin" episode (note the bottle in front of her and the spoon in her hand).</b><br />
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<span style="color: cyan; font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b>Okay, first of all, this statue has been nicknamed "Scary Lucy". I see why. I have been looking at this picture for quite some time and <u>I can't <i>EVEN </i></u>think of what that statue looks like or who. It's sort of like a punk Grandma Walton. Or a character in a bad science fiction movie. Or...I just don't know. I just know that <i>I</i> look more like Lucille Ball than that statue. It's just weird. It's just odd. It's just SCARY! </b></span><br />
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<span style="color: cyan; font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b>Now, secondly, there are many, many Lucille Ball fans that are really, really upset about this statue. I see why. </b></span><br />
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<span style="color: cyan; font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b>HOWEVER! If this is the only thing in your life that you have to complain about or be concerned about is this statue, then your life must be pretty good. I'm sure as hell not going to tell you what's going on in the world. I would suggest that you watch ABC's World News with David Muir and get caught up! </b></span><br />
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<span style="color: cyan; font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b>Until then "Scary Lucy" is still with us. I hope you don't find her in your bedroom tonight!!!</b></span>LaDukehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08299254251786039713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815575976706933164.post-81558203779663265702016-07-25T14:57:00.002-07:002016-07-25T14:57:39.270-07:00Why? <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b><span style="color: #cc0000;">In just the past few weeks we have seen images of terrorism around the world. Whether it is domestic terrorism such as the attacks on police in Dallas or Baton Rouge, the cowardly attacks on those who "protect and serve" or other terrorism around the world, it seems to be getting worse.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #cc0000;">In Munich a lone gunman shot at people in front of a McDonald's after setting up a fake Facebook account indicating they were giving away free food. In Nice, a terrorist didn't even need to use a gun or a bomb. He used a tractor-trailer to mow down people in the streets. Their crime? They were celebrating Bastille Day. Nine people were killed in the former incident and eighty-four killed in the latter. These are just the latest events in a long string of terrorist attacks just since January. </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #cc0000;">Why the hell are we so angry? Why do we hate each other so much? Is it the difference in the color of our skin? Is it our fundamental ideas concerning how we treat each other or how we worship whatever deity we choose to worship? Is there a secret text in some of our basic teachings that only some of us in this world hear or read? Does this secret text tell some of us to kill? </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #cc0000;">If I had the answer...well, I don't. I do know that any of the fundamental teachings of all of the religions on the planet do not include injuring, maiming or killing as many people as we can. Perhaps in some satanic Bible or Koran or some other writing there is. But, I know for a fact that these things are condemned by my religion. I have to believe that in all of the other religions the same holds true. </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #cc0000;">I will not hold any one group up to the light as the perpetrators of these heinous crimes against humanity. There are many groups, including Isis, Al Jazeera, the neo-nazis, the white supremacists. Each have there own strange view of what is right and wrong in this world. Each target other people as not being sufficient to be in this world. As not being worthy of living. AND WHO ARE THEY TO JUDGE?</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #cc0000;">What disturbs me the most is that war has been declared by so many on so many more and yet, the enemy doesn't wear a uniform. No, there are no redcoats, no Gestapo uniforms, nothing to let us know that they are near and that we are in danger. All of the sudden, in a flash, people die, people are harmed and our lives our changed forever. </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #cc0000;">As note in the title of this essay my question is still "Why?". It is my (perhaps very naive) belief that most people just want to live their lives quietly and with some prosperity. They want to enjoy their family and friends and maybe a good bottle of wine every so often or a good meal. They want to work their jobs and play with their children and try to teach them right from wrong. They want to hold the person they love at the end of the day.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #cc0000;">I really don't believe any of us want to live in fear every moment of the our lives.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #cc0000;">Only God knows. I hope that He will explain it to me when he takes me home with Him. </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #cc0000;">I am The NightFly and this is my view of this crazy, incredibly mixed up world. </span></b>LaDukehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08299254251786039713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815575976706933164.post-55561177684739166532016-07-02T10:14:00.001-07:002016-07-02T10:14:34.774-07:00May the Fourth be with you. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b>While I realize that many of those founding fathers are rolling over in their graves as a result of the choices we have this year for our leader, our Commander in Chief, our President, it is what we have. We must remember to be grateful to be able to vote at all. For years in what used to be the U.S.S.R. they did not have this opportunity. There are still many countries in this world that don't have that privilege. Many of us don't even exercise our right and responsibility to vote. That's the real shame of it all. </b></span><br />
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<span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b>On this day, we must also remember those who went before us and who are serving now to make this country free and the greatest country in the world. Although I never served, I applaud and appreciate those men and women who have served, who have lived and died to in service of this country.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b>Remember, when you complain about our choices for President or anything else about our government, we have the right to do so. </b></span><br />
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LaDukehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08299254251786039713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815575976706933164.post-43353773131877676972016-07-01T11:48:00.004-07:002016-07-01T11:48:55.107-07:00Many times, There is nothing there! <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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LaDukehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08299254251786039713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815575976706933164.post-16999077179954032332016-06-27T13:54:00.003-07:002016-06-27T13:55:03.413-07:00HOT.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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LaDukehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08299254251786039713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815575976706933164.post-52321665419763214862016-06-24T13:19:00.000-07:002016-06-24T13:19:10.590-07:00Sometimes It's The Sanatorium<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Unlike the previous, very optimistic and upbeat entry about seeing and being with everyone and doing everything, there are days when I just want to be alone. Somewhat like being interred in a sanatorium, it let's me rest and recuperate from the rigors of the world. </b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>The best thing about it is I'm the only crazy one there.</b></span>LaDukehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08299254251786039713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815575976706933164.post-10093410835570403862016-06-16T11:38:00.001-07:002016-06-16T11:38:53.786-07:00<span style="color: cyan; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>Life is good today! I had the day off from everything and everybody and, yet, I still went to see everything and everybody. I miss those in my life when I don't see them. Or hear from them somehow.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: cyan; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>I have a tendency to be lonely and I fill the holes with music and writing and just "hacking around" the house and other places.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: cyan; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>It's amazing how many acquaintances I have and how few good friend I have. But I do have a few good friends. People who know me and my background and who I am and still love me!</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: orange; font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b>I am a cat person. Don't get me wrong, I love all animals, dogs, rabbits, ferrets, cats, etc. I especially like anything that's soft, furry and can interact with me. But, I especially like cats. I have had cats all my life and they're just the coolest little people on the planet. </b></span><br />
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<span style="color: orange; font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b>If you leave a dog over a weekend and go somewhere on a little getaway, you have to find someone to feed and walk and take care of the little dude. With a cat, you fill a big bowl with food, another bowl with water, make sure all the breakables are put away and you leave. 'Nuff said? </b></span><br />
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<span style="color: orange; font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b>When you arrive home from the trip, the dog will go out of its mind. "Oh, my God, I thought you were gone forever", "I'm so happy to see you!", "Dear Lord, I thought you were dead and I really didn't like that person who came over to feed me". All the while, the dog is jumping up and down on you, slobbering all over everything, barking, shedding, biting and just generally being hysterical.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: orange; font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b>When you arrive home from the trip, the cat will look up from your favorite chair and say, "Oh, you were gone?"</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: orange; font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b>Cats are autonomous. The do what they want, when they want and they don't give a rat's rear-end about you or anything else, for that matter. However, when they are feeling like it, they love to come up and cuddle and sit in your lap and walk all over you in bed at six in the morning and let you know that you are part of their world.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: orange; font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b>And I still want a cat. Sometime soon. </b></span>LaDukehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08299254251786039713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815575976706933164.post-69045193949203894672016-05-13T11:28:00.004-07:002016-06-24T13:20:39.705-07:00Life Is...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b><span style="color: yellow; font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Oh, just shut up, Life is good today! </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Life is good today! </span></b></span>LaDukehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08299254251786039713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815575976706933164.post-18382874218315293872013-07-30T14:41:00.000-07:002013-07-30T14:41:18.417-07:00Back Again? <span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Hard to say, really...</span>LaDukehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08299254251786039713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815575976706933164.post-11578813276736414602011-12-21T21:53:00.000-08:002011-12-21T21:53:52.100-08:00Another thought<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<strong><span style="color: #0b5394;">Momma says she doesn't want me hangin' 'round, </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #0b5394;">Whatever you do, now,don't let Momma know!</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #0b5394;">I slip out in the in the darkness, </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #0b5394;">In the frosty moonlight</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #0b5394;">Fly aross the silver morning meadow.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #0b5394;">Candle in the window, </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #0b5394;">Shadow in the shade, </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #0b5394;">I know my love lies waiting inside</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #0b5394;">Close the door now, </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #0b5394;">Have a taste of wine.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #0b5394;">Lord, it's been too long a time...</span></strong><br />
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<span style="color: #073763;"><strong>Way down in the past, My Love, </strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><strong>Feel so young and fine</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><strong>Wrap your love around me, </strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><strong>The wind is high.</strong></span><br />
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<span style="color: #073763;"><strong>Every minute passing</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><strong>I want to hold you,</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;"><strong>Every minute gone,</strong></span><br />
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<span style="color: #073763;"><strong>Too Long a Time</strong></span><br />LaDukehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08299254251786039713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815575976706933164.post-48695766432451558052011-12-20T18:18:00.000-08:002011-12-21T16:43:54.448-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;">Okay, I gotta do this! This is what Christmas has really become about! The people trampling each other for a friggin' Wii, DVD's, Blu_Ray...is that enought to kill for? </span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;">This is Christmas!!! A time of love, a time of forgiveness...</span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;">Not a time of hate and hurting. </span><br />LaDukehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08299254251786039713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815575976706933164.post-63773869905561598332011-12-20T15:15:00.000-08:002011-12-20T15:15:08.241-08:00So, Happy Christmas!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #0b5394;"><strong>I have so many GREAT Christmas memories, from my childhood to my middlehood, to my oldhood! The above picture denotes a long tradition of "The Eating of The Weinies!" Every year my Mom would set out a Christmas Eve smoregasbord of food and we would fill our little plates. Not to be missed were the traditional "Vienna Sausages" cooked in a hot sauce! And not to be missed was the traditional "Eating of The Weinies"! Sort of a competition between my brother and me. Not so much of who could eat the many, but, who could have their first down fast! </strong></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394;"><strong>I tear up a little when I think of the old traditions but I am blessed that I have those memories. I am blessed that I have those Christmas traditions so seated in my psyche and my life. </strong></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394;"><strong>I am blessed that I knew those people...My Mother, Audrey. My Father, Mal and my brother, Lee. We loved each other very much, we enjoyed each others' company and we spent glorious times together. I have to thank The Lord for those wonderful memories.</strong></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394;"><strong>All of the good things that I am today each of those people, including the one who is left, Paul, made me. </strong></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394;"><strong>The NightFly...</strong></span></div>LaDukehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08299254251786039713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815575976706933164.post-64507816656344565392011-12-19T18:17:00.000-08:002011-12-19T18:17:48.408-08:00A Drag<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #0b5394;"><strong>As George said in "A Hard Day's Night",</strong></span><br />
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<span style="color: #0b5394;"><strong>You're..."a drag...a real drag". </strong></span><br />
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<span style="color: #0b5394;"><strong>George could have been talking about me! Read some of these blog entries and you will find I am a real drag! </strong></span><br />
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<span style="color: #0b5394;"><strong>I'll be happier...I promise you1 </strong></span><br />
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<span style="color: #0b5394;"><strong>I don't want George looking at me like that..."Yar, a real drag!" </strong></span><br />
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<span style="color: #0b5394;"><strong>My Best, </strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #0b5394;"><strong>The NightFly! </strong></span><br />LaDukehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08299254251786039713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815575976706933164.post-66556157353976871712011-12-17T16:11:00.000-08:002011-12-18T17:25:57.740-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<strong><span style="color: #0b5394;">Sometimes, I am at peace with myself.</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="color: #0b5394;">Sometimes I am not. </span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="color: #0b5394;">Sometimes, you find someone who you can call a friend. </span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="color: #0b5394;">And very rarely, they will be. </span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="color: #0b5394;">And very much so, sometimes, you want them to be.</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="color: #0b5394;">And it doesn't always happen. </span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="color: #0b5394;">Tonight, I believe I made a friend. </span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="color: #0b5394;">And it makes my heart happy. </span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="color: #0b5394;">And My God will sanction this friendship. </span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="color: #0b5394;">And I will cherish this person</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="color: #0b5394;">For a very long time!</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="color: #0b5394;">If I have not told you, </span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="color: #0b5394;">A Merry Christmas</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="color: #0b5394;">Feliz Navidad Y Prospero Ano Y Felicidad!</span></strong></div>
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<br /></div>LaDukehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08299254251786039713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815575976706933164.post-11885978139830256242011-12-16T22:00:00.000-08:002011-12-16T19:03:58.452-08:00<span style="color: #cc0000;">Sometimes, at Christmas, we are alone...and even when we are with others, we feel alone. But, if we have God and we have our relatives, we are not alone. With God, we are never alone! </span><br />
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<span style="color: #cc0000;">Let us have a Merry Christmas! </span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"><strong><span style="color: white;">ps: The picture below is of my brothers, Paul (L) and Lee (R). Lee passed away earlier this year and I miss him.</span></strong> </span><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Santa?</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Can that be you? </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">So many images and words and songs and pictures and movies and videos and...well, what next? Holograms? So many times we have seen Santa. In the malls. On the streets, ringing bells, on TV, in the movies...</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">For three years at another job, I played Santa for a few hours each year. I thought to myself, "Of course these kids are being nice, if they're not, Santa's bringing the coal!" Maybe I was wrong. Some of the children would timidly walk up to me, to afraid to sit on my lap, for whatever reason, almost afraid to talk to me. And I would ask, "What do you want for Christmas?".</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">I will always remember the one little girl who said, "I would like you to bring my sister a doll, because that's what she wants!" Quietly she spoke, earnestly and with conviction. That's what she really wanted for Christmas. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Who am I, in my humility before God and Jesus Christ, to say or do anything? I remember I asked her again, "What do you want for Christmas?" If I remember correctly, she smiled and said nothing, slipped off my lap and ran away. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">So, every time that I think about what I want for Christmas...I think about that little girl...I want the best for those who have been my confidants, my cohorts, my . . . friends. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">This Christmas I will not be alone. I will be with what is left of my family, my mother, my father, my oldest brother are gone. I have one brother, whom I love very much and his family. I will spend THIS Christmas with family. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">I will spend THIS Christmas with My Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">And the spirit of Santa lives on...whether you can give a gift or not, if you give of yourself, you have given a Christmas present. </span></strong>LaDukehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08299254251786039713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815575976706933164.post-21606059770170715972011-06-21T10:29:00.000-07:002011-06-21T10:29:19.114-07:0039<strong><span style="color: white;">Don't you hear my call, though you're many years away?</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: white;">Don't you hear me calling you? </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: white;">Write your letters in the sand, for the day I take your hand..</span></strong>LaDukehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08299254251786039713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815575976706933164.post-24374067310099062222011-05-17T08:23:00.000-07:002011-05-17T08:28:20.992-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-mtjTvf2KD8OBOCUQwhyg5bF9NgNLro04T0sw2wY1GF1V7L2XaofW1t1Pu4S47scqch087rV_2TOVumF6r55E48nNsBtRK2EDPHe584rcJy1cZ_W8nwNZf_fC8V8lNHMYCLWChFhMgyE/s1600/Batgirl-TV-b.bmp"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 151px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-mtjTvf2KD8OBOCUQwhyg5bF9NgNLro04T0sw2wY1GF1V7L2XaofW1t1Pu4S47scqch087rV_2TOVumF6r55E48nNsBtRK2EDPHe584rcJy1cZ_W8nwNZf_fC8V8lNHMYCLWChFhMgyE/s320/Batgirl-TV-b.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607706553585712274" border="0" /></a><br />It's just crazy...the one labeled "Beyond the Night" and the one labeled "Twenty Minutes Into The Future" are switched. If I log onto one I get the other...<br /><br />How stupid is that?<br /><br />Oh, BTW, Batgirl? Just because.LaDukehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08299254251786039713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815575976706933164.post-60219775448182088372011-05-17T08:12:00.000-07:002011-05-17T08:16:30.917-07:00I Just Don't Understand...<strong><em><span style="color:#ccffff;">Apparently, the blog that I call, "The NightFly, Beyond the Night" is actually the blog called, "The NightFly, Twenty Minutes Into The Future". Don't ask, because I can't explain. </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ccffff;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ccffff;">BUT! Here we are, Twenty Minutes...that's what we have with each other. </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ccffff;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ccffff;">If you had twenty minutes with someone you love...what would you do?</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ccffff;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ccffff;">Would you make love? Would you hold them closely and tell them how much you love them? Would you freak out and not want to touch them at all? </span></em></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Or would you....</strong>LaDukehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08299254251786039713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815575976706933164.post-15429949878054771652011-05-15T16:49:00.000-07:002011-05-15T17:03:19.285-07:00How Long, Oh Lord?Many people these days like to call their children after biblical people...Jedidiah, Rachel, Conner...oh, well, that wasn't in the Bible but it is popular. But, I'm rather thinking that one family, somewhere in the United States called their little boy Noah.<br /><br />I say that because it has been raining for 40 days and 40 nights in my part of the world and I'M DAMNED TIRED OF IT! God promised that he would never destroy the world by water ever again. Well, I'm pretty damned drenched!!! And I watch as everyone goes over the edge...we are ALL tired of the rain. DAMNED TIRED!<br /><br />I recently said to a friend, "If I wanted to live in Seattle or the freakin' RAINFOREST, I WOULD MOVE THERE!"<br /><br />Violent crime is up. Liquor sales are up. Incidents of people just freaking out are UP!<br /><br />"Who'll stop the rain?"<br /><br />Please, God, let us see the sun again.<br /><br />As George said,<br />"Little Darlin', Here comes the Sun".<br /><br />Please?LaDukehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08299254251786039713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815575976706933164.post-3237676068670860552011-05-07T08:41:00.001-07:002011-05-07T08:46:04.857-07:00Twenty Minutes...And Here I am again!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGpaAnlWGjr5JTLPVTjl9ssoGA9ASyoog7-am61wFwwEGj87-_1ALPBHXTqOiresNpnXaDMLal_ZL9kvq-xdD1RhxfAQzhsiH5BXkjX7bRMAOiPMiv-L_c_NX5xn-vDPnXTpC4nyGyEtk/s1600/remittance_man.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604000098892393074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGpaAnlWGjr5JTLPVTjl9ssoGA9ASyoog7-am61wFwwEGj87-_1ALPBHXTqOiresNpnXaDMLal_ZL9kvq-xdD1RhxfAQzhsiH5BXkjX7bRMAOiPMiv-L_c_NX5xn-vDPnXTpC4nyGyEtk/s320/remittance_man.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ccccff;">Welcome back, he said to himself. You've been away for a long time. And we have missed you. </span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ccccff;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ccccff;">And I am sad that I've been away for so long.</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ccccff;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ccccff;">Welcome back...I'm so glad to see you! </span></strong></div>LaDukehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08299254251786039713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815575976706933164.post-70499572623566003422011-05-07T08:32:00.000-07:002011-05-07T08:36:20.754-07:00A Wallet With Eyes!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi05Um2uq1YpA9JcdAqtiF_rAVU9fvDpwEGVWWauYyUMLP2HWNTiJUH9L-yaWbKFCoyU_4ofj2aWCv7i9LkJdMEYWNNiClsh4WeEXwtUOpRF34RQ8B4vlAEaGP0efbRwP_CSkwBpGIJ_5g/s1600/eartha.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603997899729993986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi05Um2uq1YpA9JcdAqtiF_rAVU9fvDpwEGVWWauYyUMLP2HWNTiJUH9L-yaWbKFCoyU_4ofj2aWCv7i9LkJdMEYWNNiClsh4WeEXwtUOpRF34RQ8B4vlAEaGP0efbRwP_CSkwBpGIJ_5g/s320/eartha.jpg" border="0" /></a> Today, I speak of Eartha Kitt...a wallet with eyes! It's not funny to anyone except me and my brother...my only remaining brother. It's not funny...but yet, it is! <br /><br />Look at the leathery face, the teeth, the eyes....a Wallet With Eyes!<br /><br />That's all...just wanted to make fun of Eartha this morning.<br /><br />I'm done.<br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"></span>LaDukehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08299254251786039713noreply@blogger.com0