J0nny Ling0

Ya know, I used to have a "bootleg" cassette tape of Takit, and it was by far the best recording of them, in my not so humble opinion. It was a live concert under the big top, and it was excellent. There was even a very long drum solo on it by David Garibaldi which was superb. It was an awesome concert, and they didn't hold back. Excellent music, very badass. Later, Takit made an "official" recording of their songs in a studio, and it was sold through The Way Bookstore. But to me, it was a very "sanitized" version of their music, and the impact just wasn't the same as when they played live, and in particular, when they played live on that tape I had. Awhile back, on a music thread here, someone offered to make me a CD of the Takit album, and I was overjoyed when it came to my house via the US Mail. But when I played it, it was that sanitized version, and not what I was expecting. But whoever that was who sent me that tape, THANK YOU!! Maybe Java Jane, if you start a thread callled "Takit" and make that request, you could get someone to help you out. Me, I have moved twice since I got that CD, and have no idea where it is. I liked them alot fer sher...

And ya know, I too think that the whole "run down" of country people is bigoted. I have an acquaintence who is half Filipino, and half Native American who used to send me a lot of those "internet funnies", and alot of them were about Southerners being "dumb rednecks", etc. You know, the "Southerner's glossary of terms", and all of that. And I always thought that it was pretty offensive. So, I know where you are coming from Rick...

Heyy!! I've been away for five days! Went on a cruise up to Haines Alaska where we had our annual "Brew Fest", and also I got to jam the night away two nights straight with a band called, and get this....."The Poodles"! Yeah, it was hot! The lead guitarist's name was "Curly". And well, really, it was just me and my mullet headed friend Luckey Walker www.luckeywalker.com who is an awesome keyboard blues player. And, it was grand! And, I met a one legged woman from Hollywood who knows all of the stars and who told me that Nick Nolte tried to take her home for a "zesty session" when she was only seventeen! Damn that Nick Nolte. Tryin to pick up a one legged teenager for sex. But, she told him to "bugger off" and that her dad would cut his pee pee off if he knew what he'd tried. And after that she and Mr. Nolte became great friends. Alot to be said for a person taking a stand on Principle. What's cool, is that she is there in Haines to try and encourage "Hollywoodies" to come up and make movies there. They already filmed "White Fang" there. Anyhoo, it was a fine weekend. And ya know, when we got off of the state ferry Le Conte in Juneau about an hour ago, there was a brace (two in number) of full grown Standard Poodles. And, I am not kidding about that. It seems that Truth can be stranger than fiction. And so, now that I am home, I had to report this.....

Really. Wow, I missed that period of time I guess. And so, he must have been somewhat of a newbie, and then figured out how to log on "incognito". He wasn't being much of a "secret squirrel" then, was he? Oh, and did he post? Or did he just lurk?

And so, what name did he go by when he would show up here?

Yeah, that was crazy...

There I was. I was in a high rise hotel in Ocean City, Maryland, partying with a bunch of high school friends. It was during the summer after our sophomore year, and we were on the 12th floor of some high rise hotel that some senior girls had rented for the week. There was Patty and Elise, June and Susan, and about four of us guys who thought we were going to "get some". As it turned out, none of us guys were able to get into either of the two queen sized beds with the girls, and were relegated to the outside balcony when it came time to crash. But before we crashed, we smoked outrageous amounts of marijuana, and drank lots of Southern Comfort, plus, we had three cases of Miller High Life to draw from as the evening wore on. And so, we laughed, talked, tried to impress the girls, but as time went on, none of us boys achieved our main goal. Oh sure we could have been satisfied with just having the girls be happy that we were there, allowing us to laugh and talk with them, but, being guys, we were bummed that none of them "begged us" to "bag them". Oh the illusions from which we boys do suffer. "Dillusions of grandeur" as I call it... And so, when we were finally completely wasted, us guys went out onto the concrete balcony 12 stories above the parking lot. Nobody had sleeping bags but me, but the cold, damp, night air blowing in off the Atlantic didn't seem to bother us, because, we were way hammered. And so, we crashed. Thank God I was the only one to have brought a sleeping bag, for it was chilly and damp. Just before I fell off to sleep, I remember looking through the sliding glass doors at the girls in their comfy beds, getting ready to sleep in such nice and cozy comfort. And then, the lights went out as I zoned into that pickled state of alcoholic stupor... I am guessing that it must have been hours later when I woke up on that cold, damp, concrete balcony floor. And it was the strangest thing! There had been four of us crashed "too close for comfort" in that cold and damp concrete slumber. But now all of the sudden, every one was gone! And, what happened to my sleeping bag? I looked around the balcony and I was the only one there! Where in the Sam Hill had they gone? Why had they ditched me like that?! And how could they have ditched me like that? We were all way too drunk for them to have packed off in the wee hours to leave me like that! And so, I thought; "Well, are the girls still here?" And I looked through the sliding glass doors expecting to see Elise, Patty, June, and Susan, but they weren't there either!And instead of seeing the girls, I saw an old man and his old wife on the bed nearest the sliding glass doors. They lay there, half covered up, and sleeping soundly. The old man had his mouth wide open, and even though I couldn't hear through that glass, I am sure he was snoring. It was surreal, it was weird, and I was scared. And I was thinking; "WTF?! What is going on?! Where were the girls? Where was Ronny, Stuey, and Kenny The Buell?!" I really had no idea as to what it was that was going on. I looked down to the parking lot, 12 stories below. I looked out to the ocean where the breakers broke and the phosphorous glowed with each breaking crash. And then, I looked to my left to the next balcony.... And there, snuggled and sleeping on the cold concrete next to my empty sleeping bag, was Ronnie, Stuey, and Kenny The Buell. I looked into the sliding glass doors of their balcony, and I could see Elise and Patty in blissful slumber, as well as two lumps in the far bed, which no doubt was June and Susan. As my fogged out mind began to unfog, I looked down between the two balconies that were but four feet apart, and thought about what a plunge like that would do to a body, crashing to the asphalt in blissful slumber. It hit me hard. I'd realized at that moment, that in my sleep, I had "sleep walked" and climbed the rail of the one balcony in exchange for the unpopulated balcony of the other! "Oh-My God!" I thought. There was but four feet between the balconies, and I had done it in my sleep! I could have fallen and never known why I was dead. It was deep. It was heavy, and I was way freaked out by it all. And so, I decided that I'd better get over to "my" balcony so that the old couple, should they detect me, didn't call the cops and have me arrested for "peeping Tom-ism". And so, I slung a leg over the rail with out looking down, but then, I heard a voice. It was Ronnie Taylor saying; "Hey Nye! WTF are you doing?!" And I remember replying; "I don't know man, I don't know. But help me if I start to fall...." But before he could get up off the balcony floor, I was over and on the deck with my pals. But only Ronnie was awake, and he was as amazed as I was when I related the whole thing to him. And then, I crawled into my bag, and asked God to forgive me, and thanked Him for saving me... And so. I do believe that there is a God who watches over Fools like me. Anyone else have any sleepwalking incidents?

I kid you not. It was really weird. And, being a guy, after I told her "NO", I ended up laying awake for a long time considering the idea of "going there". All kinds of rationalization crossed my mind as the little devil on my left shoulder whispered; "Geez, if it's okay with the MOG, it might be okay for me. And besides, there is no one that could know besides her and whoever sent her. And man is she hot!" But then, God's angel on my right shoulder is saying; "No, this is bull s h it. The status quo means nothing. Right is right, and wrong is wrong. Just do what you know is right". And so, I did what is right by, doing my times tables in my head over and over until things subsided, and then I finally went to sleep. But yeah Bolsh, it really happened, and it was way uncool. I was pis s ed, thinking; "Man, talk about throwing a stumbling block down before a brother in Christ!! And Waysider: "play with her poodle". Snort! Hahaha! Snort!

I don't think it's strange. I think it's cool! I think everyone would like to be able to fly, and the central part of the dream is not that I am "going home", but rather, that I get to fly! At least in my dream anyway...

Well now. I can whistle a number of ways. I can chirp like a bird really loud. So loud, any one who is close will have hurting ears. I do a number of calls with that method, and many times, when people ask what kind of bird it is, like one time at Emporia in the lunch room up at the head table with the microphone, I told them; "Well now, that just happens to be the call of the "double breasted mattress thrasher"! WHich caused a major erruption of laughing, and I had my "moment" up in front of the Corps. About the only big up front moment I ever had in the Corps, now that I think of it. I also can whistle both in and out, and I also do this "flutter tongue" thing which gives me a "warbling" sound. Many times I make up songs in my head, and then I whistle them and then either play that tune on the guitar or on my harmonicas. Kind of like the way a song writer may use a piano. But, I can't play piano, so I whistle it. It's the best way to imprint a song that comes into my head when I don't have a guitar or harmonica handy. And, I never dream about past lives, for I never had any. Don't believe in that. But I do have one recurring(sp?) dream. Every so often I will dream that I am walking downhill on the street that is the street that I grew up on. Good old Clearbrook Lane. Clearbrook Lane is a street that ends in a nice cul de sac, and is lined with giant oaks, tulip poplars, and sycamore trees. And in my dream as I am "heading home" to the big beautiful white farm style house at the very dead end where I grew up. And as I am walking down the street, I begin to skip (as in like, "skip to my Lou") instead of walk. And my skipping picks up and I begin go pretty fast, and also pretty high up in the air, for it's a pretty steep hill. And before I know it, when I take off from one foot to skip through the air, I push down with that one foot, and launch my self twenty feet into the air! And then I come down light as a feather and skip way up into the air again! And when I start to do this I say out loud while essentially flying; "I knew I could do this! I just knew it!" And I skip and fly merrily down the street until I come home to my Mom. Ya know, it's been a while since I have had that dream. BUt, it's always been the same and it is always as delightful. I wonder what it's all about?

Off subject here, but, tonight I get to go and play my harmonicas at "Henry'sPlace" with my friend Luckey Walker, keyboardist extroardinaire, and excellent blues musician. Looking forward to a fun night. Wish me luck!

Well, the statue came after I was kicked out, and it didn't surprise me that they made an idol to him, an idea that I thought would have VP rolling over in his grave, should the dead be alive now, which I don't believe in. VP even told all of us at a Corps night that he didn't want the auditorium named after him. And so no doubt he would have frowned on the statue/idol thing too... And it sounds as if the name of the auditorium name has changed after I and my wife got the boot. It used to be called The Victor Paul Wierwille Word Over the World Auditorium, or, as abbreviations would have it the: "VPWWOWA". What we really need now is a statue of VP with a statue of "Coco" standing next to him. Or maybe a statue of Tick humping Coco next the the VP statue...

OMG. I just remembered that they did make an idol statue of VPW. Did anyone here ever get one?

Okay, wait a minute. First of all, why is this thread entitled "Good Morning Mr. Linder"? Does John lurk here or something? Is this really true, that he lurks and reads and spies on ex ways? And if so, how do you know this? I guess I wouldn't doubt it at all. I just wonder if anyone here knows for sure that this actually is the case. I do remember John when he was a nice guy in the Eighth Corps, but, as was mentioned, that was a long time ago. Then he became "joe security", and the cops and robbers thing went to his head. And yes, "WayGB" fits him perfectly. He may have been mis-lead long ago, but he's had plenty of time to smell the coffee, repent and leave. But he hasn't and so, he is NOT a nice guy anymore. Sorry John, you blew it... I do remember staying in his "unit" at HQ while he and his family were away fishing. And because I was a visiting clergyman (only there to pick up a truck I bought), I had a nice time in his HQ grounds "unit". Yeah, I was treated very nicely while at his place. In fact, they even sent over this cute young Italian American girl to live in the bedroom across the hall from my bedroom, to wait on me, to cook me food, and take care of my every need. Yup, and when I retired that first night there, a soft knocking sounded on my door, and it was her, clad in her sexy night clothes. She asked me if I wanted a full body massage. I just stood there in my skivvies, blinking at her, for, I had already slept for a bit and had been woken up. But when I finally comprehended what was actually being offered, I blustered, thought of my wife at home in Maryland, and then just said flatly; "NO." Man was that weird! It was like; "Here partake. You have needs, we know this. Enjoy!" And I also thought, yeah, and if I do, they'll blackmail me with it. And so, thanks anyway Mr. Linder! Nice try, but it didn't work. I actually had/have morals you see...

Happy Birthday Rascal! Happy Birthday Rascal! http://www.isleauhaut.net/racgallery/large_pics/racicon.jpg

Why the fascination with poodle food?

And speaking of coco mats, we used them all of the time in the enginerooms of the ships I've worked on. We'd hang them over the eighteen inch in diameter propeller shaft down in the "shaft alley" as we call it. That's where the shaft is seen spinning just as it passes through the "bulkhead" and into the sea where the propeller is. We hang the coc mat from the overhead so that it lay upon th spinning shaft and then pour oil onto it to lubricate the shaft, which as time went on, would cause the shaft gleam all nice and shiny. Cocomats have long been a part of marine engineering... I like it Dooj, I like it alawt....

Why, I most certainly think that it should! And Dooj, I just looked up the word "shimmy". It is described as a dancing move where a woman shakes her breasts. And so maybe I should listen to that old song shimmy koko bop again. Although when I was thirteen, I thought it the weirdest song, listened to only by "Burt Bacharach type fans". You remember those types? The ones who were "hip in the sixties", but not hippies at all? And oh my gawd! Look at the banner add on the bottom of the page! Coco mats! Yes, I saw the link put out by DMiller, but I didn't know that the add was a banner here at the bottom of the "Poodle Thread"! It must be Pawtucket being funnny....

What does it mean to shimmy?

Are you sure that shouldn't be "shimmy shimmy coco pup?"

First of all, what's a conundrum? Okay, okay, I'll look it up. Sorry. :-) And ya know, our kids our mostly grown, and during our early years as parents, we simply "went without" when it came to lots of things, so that my wife could be at home with the kids. No royalties until as of late. So, that is not why we were able to have my wife be a "stay at home Mom" during the early years. We just made the decision that the kids would have Mom at home, and that we'd simply work around it. At times we thought; "Gee, we need more money. Honey, do you want to go to work?" And she'd say "well yeah, that'd be nice". But when we did the math and calculated the expense of paying for child care, we always decided; "well hell, that sure isn't worth it! Shoot honey, you'll only be makin five bucks an hour by the time it's all said and done". And so, we never went with the child care thing, we just lived offa less money and made do. Kinda like Bolshevik said. And hey Rocky, I don't know the answer. I am not offering any I spose. It's just that it's just so awful to read about someone who has lost a child in that manner. I guess it's easy for me to over simplify by saying "Take care of yer own kids! That way no one will ever hurt them!" But, well, it's a sad tale to be sure. I wish those folks well, as well as they can be anyway after that happened.....

Yeah. So happy for you ChasU. But man oh man! One's own little child killed by such foolisheness! Crazy! Crazy, like the song I'm listening to by Aerosmith at this moment....So terribly sad....crazy......God please spare me from such agonies and sadness. I do not think I could bear it....

http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,273949,00.html Why would anybody leave their child at a daycare center like that? Remember the "Au Pair"? My only answer to saving your child from such a heinous ending is: Never leave your child with strangers! Or with people whom you really do not know! Stay at home Mom! Or stay at home Dad! Take care of your babies! My God, they must be devastated, annihilated, wasted and ruined. I cannot imagine any thing worse than losing a Child. God bless them.... Okay, obviously I was emotional when I started this thread, but geez! We only have children once in this life. One would think that being smart with whom you leave your kids would be priority!

Wow. Do you think that's really her? Seems like she oughta be a bit older than that. But then again, make up does do wonders.....

I remember writing my "The Way For Me From Birth To The Corps" paper. But I don't recall being told that it would be a means of deliverance for us to write it. I just thought VPW wanted to read the deliverance stories of people who had come to The Way. I thought it was all about showing the dramatic changes in our lives that brought us to the place where we wanted to commit to serving as a Way Corps volunteer. I remember it as being that and nothing more. Not that it wasn't "nothing more" than that, but that is how I remember it. I also remember that a bunch of us didn't get it done in time, and VP was livid over it. He almost kicked a bunch of us out of the Corps one day when he assembled we "recalcitrants" in a room off to the right as you walk into the Campus Center at Emporia. Scared the crappola outa a bunch of us in that we thought we'd get sent home from the Corps as failures. But, we were granted a reprieve after all....