A Thought For The Day.

"Why is it always the knife?"
--Our waitress yesterday at lunch at Liberty Diner, as my steak knife slipped off the plate and fell on the table.

I'm sure that there's probably a logical reason (possibly because of the additional weight of the handle, or because the fork and spoon are better balanced) but it DOES seem that it's always the knife.

Don't know what it means...but it's something to ponder.

A Lesson Learned. (Or, Watch Your Ass.)

One day a farmer's donkey fell down into a well. The animal cried piteously for hours as the farmer tried to figure out what to do.

Finally, he decided the animal was old, and the well needed to be covered up anyway; it just wasn't worth it to retrieve the donkey.

He invited all his neighbors to come over and help him. They all grabbed a shovel and began to shovel dirt into the well. At first, the donkey realized what was happening and cried horribly. Then, to everyone's amazement he quieted down.

A few shovel loads later, the farmer finally looked down the well. He was astonished at what he saw. With each shovel of dirt that hit his back, the donkey was doing something amazing.
He would shake it off and take a step up.

As the farmer's neighbors continued to shovel dirt on top of the animal, he would shake it off and take a step up.

Pretty soon, everyone was amazed as the donkey stepped up over the edge of the well and happily trotted off!

Life is going to shovel dirt on you, all kinds of dirt. The trick to getting out of the well is to shake it off and take a step up. Each of our troubles are a steppingstone. We can get out of the deepest wells just by not stopping, never giving up! Shake it off and take a step up.

Remember the five simple rules to be happy:

Free your heart from hatred - Forgive.

Free your mind from worries - Most never happen.

Live simply and appreciate what you have.

Give more.

Expect less


NOW ............

Enough of that crap . The donkey later came back, and bit the farmer who had tried to bury him.
The gash from the bite got infected and the farmer eventually died in agony from septic shock.


MORAL FROM TODAY'S LESSON:

When you do something wrong, and try to cover your ass, it always comes back to bite you.

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Ok, enough of the commercials.....Now back to the program.....

You Can't Go Home. (Or, RIP Pavilion. My Babies and I Thank You.)

The sad pictures are dated December 2006, January and February 2007.

This building, and the amusement park area that shared its name, was literally the origin of the Grand Strand, and the heart (some would say the soul as well) of Myrtle Beach, South Carolina.

The very first place I took my kids to the ocean. The place where their love of skee-ball and coin-operated games was born. The place where my littlest bear tried numerous times (without success) to run into the ocean, wearing her Ron Jon sweatshirt and a diaper. The place where we sat on the bench, next to the historic pipe organ, and enjoyed ice cream in the middle of winter. The place where Willy The Whale was the king of the children's rides. Literally one of the few things I enjoyed about my time in South Carolina.

Across from Peaches Corner and the Bowery and down the street from the Gay Dolphin Gift Shop now, is a vacant lot with red Carolina dirt. Or maybe the ground's just colored from all the hearts that have bled over the destruction of this Myrtle Beach landmark. The amusement park's gone, too...they finished the destruction of the Hurricane roller coaster just a few weeks ago.

Rest in peace, Pavilion. Know that you live on in the memories of thousands of Grand Strand visitors.

But Then Again, Maybe You CAN Go Home. (Or, NLT Beckons.)

NLT Reunion Tour 2007
Henry’s (the mahogany bar) starting at 4pm
Thursday (goes without saying)April 19th 2007
Semi-formal dress
Less than Formal Behavior

From a name you know and trust,

JOHN Q. PUBLIC.