Modern Gizmos

I remember when disc brakes were first introduced on mass produced automobiles. The rumors were they were complicated, were hard to repair and shade tree mechanics would not like them.

I believed that, until necessity demanded I work on the front disc brakes on my pickup. Even with the learning curve, when I finished, I was amazed at the simplicity and ease of replacing components.

Today, I changed all four sets of pads on my wife's car. It took two hours, including the time to gather the tools and put them away. In the past, changing shoes would have taken much longer and the system with drums was far less efficient.

You really can't call disc brakes modern gizmos, unless you're getting to be an old fart like me. I'm still impressed and glad they came along.

Lyrics From the Past

At one time, I played in some bands, which had their pitfalls and politics. Nothing ever panned out. The most likely to succeed was invited to play at the Armadillo World Headquarters in Austin two weeks after the band broke up.

That was a long time ago. Two band members are now dead and, from what I've heard, the other surviving member, besides me, is not far from his demise.

Anyway, I've written a few songs over time and the lyrics will resurface in my thoughts. These are some from a song I never gave a title:

When I was a young boy and the world was new to me.
The future was a day or two; at the most a week.
Then I started growing and looking for my dreams
But like the sun on a cloudy day, there was nothing for me to see. 

And I found it's true, that no matter what I do
Rain will wash away granite, and the sky won't always be blue.
There are some things I can do, to make life better for me and you
Well, these things I have to do, though other's may not want me to.

Manhood came like a summer rain; it was time to leave my home.
So, I packed up my bags and moved out in the world; unsure and all alone.
I found the answers to some of my questions, but I never could find my dreams.
And I found that age doesn't always bring wisdom and the blind can sometimes see. 


And I found it's true, that no matter what I do
Rain will wash away granite, and the sky won't always be blue.
There are some things I can do, to make life better for me and you
Well, these things I have to do, though other's may not want me to.

I love the feel of cool autumn evenings; with the wood smoke in the air. 

It's time like that I know I'm blessed with the love we sometimes share.

I miss my father's gentle wisdom and ever patient love.

He's gone now, but I know somehow, he's with the Lord up above. 

And I found it's true, that no matter what I do
Rain will wash away granite, and the sky won't always be blue.
There are some things I can do, to make life better for me and you
Well, these things I have to do, though other's may not want me to.

When I was a young boy, and the world was new to me...

Pink Cornflakes with Toasted Edges

That's one hell of a title, right? It makes no sense, but bots love that kind of crap. I'm setting a trap, so I can catch a few. My mother's lawn needs cutting and I don't feel like it.

While We're On The Subject of Bots

We weren't but we are now.

I have no idea what promotes bot agenda, but I can imagine some programmer - stoned on pot - inventing search code that borders on insanity. There's no perceivable method and the bots scamper through the internet in search of madness.

The Perception of Deception

According to the mice, seekers of truth, effective public servants, Congress members investigating the murder of four U.S. citizens in Benghazi on September 11, 2012, there's an effort to prevent survivors from being interviewed by members of the current President's administration.

They could cut through this crap, if they'd impeach one of the department heads involved. Start with John Kerry. He's either going to play ball, or not. Whatever his choice, it won't take long to find out what it is. I'm betting he'd furnish the tar and feathers for Hillary Clinton if it meant his career is compromised.