May 31, 2010

I am an American, and I am Thankful for Our Soldiers Then and Now

U.S. Nylon US Flag 3X5 ft - American Made - Embroidered Stars - SALE!I salute our troops, especially those of today. Not one solider under 50 (older, even) was drafted. These men and women signed on willingly to protect our country, and the freedom of those in other countries. They have done so in difficult times.

Our soldiers have fought, and are fighting, when others were afraid, or unwillingness,sometimes giving limb or even life so that I may type a few words without suppression, and so that I can stand among my peers in the village and declare my politics or my god without fear of arrest or tyranny. We are not the only country with the privilege, this right, but this America is my America, and it is yours. We stand today together.

Meanwhile, our commander-in-chief, Barack Obama, just as his predecessor, George W Bush, works hard to understand the complexities of an  ugly war to fight an ugly enemy. He does not claim to know what to do, but  knows while war is not the answer, freedom will not come freely. Like Bush, he leads an unpopular war, and like Bush, he was forced into it. I pray you are wise, bold and determined, unafraid of public opinion, yet keen to get the support of millions of Americans and the world. No president is ever equipped to do what you must, but, you must.

To our commander-in-chief, to each man facing fear headfirst in the dust of Iraq and elsewhere, to every man ever to wear fatigues so that I could freely post this blog, I salute you. You too are the greatest generation. The challenge is shaped differently, but your valor is just the same as the first men who cried out "Charge" when the Redcoats were coming.

I lift high my coffee this morning knowing my life is better because you stepped up to the challenge.

Thank you.

May 28, 2010

Good-bye Gary Coleman, Dead at Age 42

Gary Coleman Autographed Signed reprint PhotoI first saw Gary Coleman in some poorly produced commercials on a local network. His stardom rose quickly, and Diff'rent Strokes, the show that made him famous became his albatross. His shtick was a combination of cute, caring, and tough somehow all at once, with the now famous catch-phrase, "Whatchoo talkin' bout Willis?"

I can't say why I liked him. He was not the sophisticated comedian or witty line slinger, but an average guy whose confident personality paid off. I wish it had continued to do so, but, as with many child actors, life as an adult would not be so kind.

When Todd Bridges was arrested, and Dana Plato starred in porn movies and then committed suicide, the open-minded and wealthy home owned by Philip Drummond (played by Conrad Bain) showed it was merely a glass house with tabloid mud all over. Coleman had a hard time moving on from the show, largely due to typecasting and his short height (4'8").

He appeared in movies here and there, but his glory days were over. He became more famous for being famous through parodies, divorce, disorderly conduct, lawsuits and car accidents.

What would an 80 year-old Gary Coleman look like? Hard... to imagine. Sadly, now, impossible to imagine.

RIP Gary Coleman 42.

May 27, 2010

Funny Man Gary Coleman Dead?

I am just catching up on the news. Gary Coleman, start of Different Strokes was apparently hospitalized in Provo, Utah for a head injury and died. Read the news on Google. I hope I'm wrong.

I have always been a fan of his youthful enthusiasm, and thought life after Diff'rent Strokes was hard on him. Short jokes, his difficult employment status, and some self-generated problems he had in his personal life.

Here's to you Gary...

Whatcha Talkin 'bout Willis?

May 21, 2010

More Brockeim? New Video Posted on Blog Via YouTube

New video posted at "Double Lungo and the Temptations: Espresso Coffee Love."

That blog deserves more attention, but I am often more busy drinking the coffee than writing about it.

May 19, 2010

Effectively Opens Difficult Wine Bottles, Pedrini Wine & Bar 8-Inch Corkscrew, Soft Finish reviewed

The eight inches of my Pedrini corkscrew pierced the soft woody cork, pulling open the 750 milliliters of burgundy. A recent evening, in mid-May, we would toast the year. This was the twelfth month, and the last, before Nancy would leave. We always knew this bottle was to be shared, but hoped somehow it wouldn't open. It did.

Standard in its use, the corkscrew was twisted, then the arms are pushed down while the cork is lifted. Simple, and unfortunately, trustworthy. Its ease of use belied how daunted I was to employ it.

I poured the wine without even the dust of cork floating into the bottle.

Nancy, tonight, was as she always was, as she was the previous May when I met her in the cafe reading Beckett's "Waiting for Godot: A Bilingual Edition: A Tragicomedy in Two Acts (English and French Edition)." She, then, set down the play to smile, and we talked of her dreams of France.

Her lips had a whiskey tilt and Cheshire smile, disappearing with each grin and sigh. But her eyes saddened with a chardonnay tear, sweet with legs, but trickled down her wineglass figure, to the grim carpet below. The flight to Paris was the next morning.

It was not good until the last drop. But, if a corkscrew is needed that you can depend on when you do not have the strength to open the bottle, this is the one.


Pedrini Wine & Bar 8-Inch Corkscrew, Soft Finish

May 10, 2010