so long for awhile,
that's all the song's for awhile.
so long from your hit parade,
and the music you pick to be played.
sooooooooo loooooong.
friends, republicans, and country men, especially those who have suggested i leave the country,
toby and i bid a temporary adieu, as we leave for vegas in our never ending quest to hit a royal
flush, without dueces, on a five nickele pull of the handle, the pull of the handle being a figure of
speech, the handle having been replaced with a button that i push to spin the wheels instead, in
hopes for the BIG prize of 4,000 nickles, a king's ransom for all nickle gamblers.
oh ever ellusive BIG prize, baby needs a new pair of shoes, so, one time for daddy.
we have moved gamine, our rose brested cockatoo, our, gala as her specie is also called, zana, our african grey, or feather picker, as her specie is sometimes known, our canary, with no name, and our gouldian finch, also with no name, and, lest i forget, face, our 2 pound, fully grown, netherland dwarf rabbit,the color and marking of a sealpoint siamese, to my office for the care and feeding by my son bradley, who will be starring in a musical called "it's a wonderful life" playing the jimmy stewart part, if jimmy stewart had starred in a musical of "it's a wonderful life." alas, we will miss his opening night, a very rare occurance, but the leonids exhibition is expected to start on the 15th,
http://www.hometown.aol.com/theleonids/index.html
and we shall leave the city of las vegas each night and drive an hour south to where evidence of civilization will be gone and only the stars will shine, many of them trailing across the sky, much like man's feeble attempt to immitate them with firecrackers.
there we will sit in two folding chairs, made in china, with our puerto rican coffee, toby with her
cigarettes, me with my cigars, from the DR, and a
6 cylinder, fully loaded, 35 year old, when they
were made well, heavy, and solid, smith and wesson 38 police special, made in the usa, should civilization attempt to intrude upon us in the form of roadside bandits, with our heads back and our eyes open to watch the heavens perform for us, as they did three years ago for ross and his new bride, jessica, on their first married night in catalina. he told her she would see stars, and he did not fail her.
we will miss all our pets, and i will miss JonR, but there is a petting zoo in vegas, so my tactile
sensability and my emotional well being will only be diluted, not completely shut off.
before i go, i pose a question to my christian bretheren. i won't be checking the boards for a week, so think long and hard, your answers may determine your fate.
the greater your leap of faith to accept Christ as your personal savior, the more difficult it will be
for you to accept the premise of my question, but if you can, see what flows from your psyche.
imagine for a brief moment, there is no Christ, no redemption, no heaven or hell, nothing after you
die.
how would your life change and what would you do differently tomorrow and the rest of your life.?
and asking me how my life would change and what i would do differently if there was a Christ, is begging the question, not answering it.
