In the beginning
Dee wore mismatched shoes
and never cared
Later, spoke with her hands
at Friedens UCC
13th & Juneau, Milwaukee
where we met
ponderer of great questions
worker for good, and.....
SHE'S STILL THE ONE
We've been together since way back when
Sometimes I never want to see you again
But I want you to know, after all these years
You're still the one I want whisperin' in my ear
You're still the one -- I want to talk to in bed
Still the one -- that turns my head
We're still having fun, and you're still the one
I looked at your face every day
But I never saw it 'til I went away
When winter came, I just wanted to go (wanted to
go)
Deep in the desert, I longed for the snow
You're still the one -- that makes me laugh
Still the one -- that's my better half
We're still having fun, and you're still the one
You're still the one -- that makes me strong
Still the one -- I want to take along
We're still having fun, and you're still the one
(yes you are)
Changing, our love is going gold
Even though we grow old, it grows new
You're still the one -- that I love to touch
Still the one -- and I can't get enough
We're still having fun, and you're still the one
You're still the one -- who can scratch my itch
Still the one -- and I wouldn't switch
We're still having fun, and you're still the one
You are still the one -- that makes me shout
Still the one -- that I dream about
We're still having fun, and you're still the one
You're still the one, yeah still the one
We're still having fun, and you're still the one
PLAY
......
As the leaves (and blossoms) turn.......
some clockwise
and some counter-clockwise
Heltions - you hellions,
Saturday, and I face a puzzlement:
Whether to use the velvet ruglet the inner city
neighbor of Ellwanger's gave me, right-side-up as a chair headrest; OR to use it
reverse-side out for diminished yet perhaps better feng shui
effect?
I am thinking of putting the question to the SRN
readers.
See examples attached. With it partially
turned-up could be a third possibiity. The full garish 'upside' is not pictured
for obvious to me reasons. This rug - like others seen by you I'm sure with
the Pope or JFK likenesses - was something that struck me as in such bad taste
that it was good, and the dear well-meaning donor-lady who also gave me the
indelible term 'Michael-Wave', is probably long gone by now. So cannot and
would not ask her. But I will never part with this gift.
In such ways I fritter away what's left of my
life, as though I have all the time in the world. This seems like a big deal to
me, nevertheless, and therefore, it is.
Happy Saturday
and even better Sabbath!
Zep
and the answer this morn from John was:
'Full frontal, of course!'
......
Another minister checks in
with a Lenten poem:
Day 28.
Sanford
Once upon a crime,
just up the happy trail from Frontierland
in the state of sunshine, foreclosures and
seniors,
teenage Trayvon Martin in a hoodie
left his father’s gated haven to get a snack at a
7-Eleven
down the street in a town without pity
whose city manager is (believe it or not) N. Bonaparte
Junior
(Sanford
On his way home, Trayvon, armed with a cell phone, drew
it
to tell his girl that a man was following him; run, she
said, and he did.
Zimmerman, ‘hood watchman, out to catch a suspect,
said he suspected the boy because he was “walking and
looking about”
(and walking while black), then went after Trayvon and
gunned him down
on the strong arm of a “stand your ground” law,
recasting it as “your hunting ground”
and the blast of a bullet.
Will it
end with Trayvon going into the ground? or, at last,
be the gun to restart the human race and get us the grace
to know now
this land is not your land, this land is not my land;
this is our land and the street where we meet, understand
and show how
we are one, under the sun, under the skin, under hoods,
understood, a rainbow
beyond the guns, the rain and the fear of the dark or the
light, bound for tomorrow?
Rev. Dr. Tom Bentz had a fall
but did not break
