The tires burning….gag. Everyone in the home was safe. The shed is cremated. ~P.
Nov 11, 2012
5.5 minutes with a mad man
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Never let this man out of prison
I live where there’s no tv, there’s no radio, there’s no clocks, there’s no electric lights. The girls carry water, they don’t wear makeup. They have their babies by themselves. They go in the shack and squat down and have their babies lying on the ground, lying on the earth.
I don’t live. I lived in Hollywood. And I had all that. The Rolls-Royce and Ferrari and the pad in Beverly Hills. I had the surfboard and The Beach Boys and ? and Neil Diamond and Rob Scott and Jimmy Griffen, Elvis Presley and Wesley Bestleys and all them guys. The Dean Martin’s and the Nancy Sinatra’s and all the ?
“Will you do it to me? I hear you’ll do it good and all that kind when you come up to my house later?”
So and I went through all that and seen that was a bigger prison then the one I just got out of. And I really didn’t care to go back to prison. Prison doesn’t begin and end at the gate. Prison’s in your mind. It’s locked in one world that’s dead and dying, or it’s open to a world that’s free and alive. Drugs, LSD. I don’t consider it a drug. I don’t consider peyote a drug. Those are more or less religiously significant: awareness, mind expanding apparatuses that come from the intelligence of the universe.
The reason that the girls liked me was “Hey now! Hey now! I’m all around you! Round you. Hey now up on your heart I can see through you.” (sung) And I played and I sing and they say, “Hey man, you, you got soul you got soul in that music! And I said, “Yeah, I play a little bit. I like music.” And they said, “Man, You’re really somebody!” And I said, “Oh I am? I just got out of jail. I don’t know what somebody is.” They liked my music. They say, “Man, we want to get you over.” I said, “Get me over for what?” We’ll take you down here to Beverly Hills and we want to get you in cause you’re a star.I said, “I’m a what?” They said, “You’re a star!” So they took me to The Beach Boys and I went and I got on a surfboard are rode around and I looked. Jeez, Willy Jean, this is more trouble then what I just got out of.
Now look at yourself. You got be aware of that. Whether you like it or not, you got to do things. You gotta get up and go through all kinds of changes. Whether you want to or not doesn’t matter. Your whole life is put in your paycheck. You couldn’t pay me all the money in the world to do something I don’t want to do. If I’m shoveling the barn you want me to go (incomprehensible) “No, no, no, I’m doing something here. I’m helping this blind man. I feel better in doing what I want to do.
I did not break the law. Jesus Christ told you that two thousand years ago. You don’t understand me. That’s your trouble. Not my fault because you don’t understand me. I don’t understand you either. But I don’t spend my whole life trying to put the blame over on you, because my cigarette didn’t light, or because something didn’t work right. Why you want to call me a murderer for? I never killed anyone. I don’t need to kill anyone. I think it. I have it here.
I don’t need to live in this physical realm. I walk around in the physical realm. And I put on the faces and I talk and I play and yackty yack. It’s just a big act, man. In the spiritual world is where I live. I exist in places you’d never even dreamed of.
You talk about, you know, this new physical realm you live in. Guilty and is he in sin? How’s your courts guilty? How many people do you think you’ve hung on the ventilators and the nut wards and forced medication on them? You see what I’m saying? You don’t have any idea what the hell’s going on.
If you knew what the hell was going on in your own system, then you’d say, “Now I see what’s creating this. Society’s creating It. Society’s saying we want these Rambos, we want these killers. Oh wow man, look at that dude there. And you got little kids looking in the book. What are they selling? In the Sear & Roebuck: Rambo for 12 to 15. Ki Karate from age 5 to17. See, you got all your kids out here doing these crazy things now you want to come and say “Charlie Manson is the father of our country. We’re convicting you for being Jesus Christ. We’re convicting you for being the devil. We’re convicting you for being responsible for our actions.”
I’m not responsible for anyone’s actions but my own actions. In my whole life, I have burglarized the grocery store, stole some nickels and dimes, busted open a stamp machine, stolen a few automobiles, and cashed a couple checks. I’m a petty car thief.
I’ve… been with prostitutes and bums and minors all my life. The street is my world.
I don’t pretend to go uptown or be anything fancy. I can, but I find more real in the world that I’m in than I do the tinsel and the real world is what I have to deal with everyday.
Ah, believe me, if I started murdering people, there’d be none of you left.
~Charles Manson, live with Ban Abrams on MSNBC
Nov 7, 2012
Hubert Michael Jr. continues to seek stay of execution – The York Daily Record
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Who the hell is assisting this man in a stay of execution?! The man knows he is guilty of murder. He admitted to it. Just get this waste of a human off the earth PLEASE! Stop lobbying to keep him alive.
Hubert Michael Jr. continues to seek stay of execution – The York Daily Record.
Oct 31, 2012
Writer’s Memo
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Writer’s Memo:
I love to write and do so almost daily in my blog. My subjects range from college essays, being a mom, divorce, and life in general. I have short stories, poems and photographs on my blog and try to make each entry unique and engaging. Most people don’t realize how deep my faith in God runs. I don’t push my beliefs on people, nor do I bark about them in person. But on my blog I am free to express myself however I would like. I show no fear on my blog and let no comments upset me. God and I are tight and I am keeping it that way.
My biggest struggle is to continue focusing on the present when I think the future will be ending soon. The borrowing money for student loans, making holiday plans and especially dates in the year 2013 are frustrating. I don’t want to or expect to be earth bound after December 21st 2012. My friends poke fun at me. So do my sons, now both adults. Jokes aimed at my religious beliefs are just their way of giving me a “hard time.” I don’t get upset or mad. I just laugh along with them. How can I laugh when they are making fun of me? Easy. If I’m wrong, I continue with life on December 22nd. If I’m right, I’m in Heaven with my maker testing out my new wings. I’ve always wanted to fly.
~P.
(Virtual Sinning isn’t Cheap Advanced Composition Assignment)
Oct 30, 2012
Frankenstorm Flooding 2012
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Hurricane Sandy caused serious flooding in York County. The Conewago Creek was at least three times its usual size. Roads were closed, lines down, power out. Hurricane Sandy left her mark. ~P.
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- Conewago Creek
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- Under the Mill on Rt 74 West York
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- Penn Dot working slowly
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- Rt 74 Bridge Closed
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- Rt 74 Bridge
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- Bridge on Rt 74 Dover/West York Currently closed
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- Fields swallowed~~Conewago Rd
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- Swim to climb the tree
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- Grazing pasture gone
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- Conewago Creek swallows the farmer’s fields
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- Volleyball missing
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- Conewago Road below Rohler’s Church Road Dover
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- Bare roots
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- Rock Wall along Conewago Road
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- Blaine Snelbaker
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- Tree took down power lines
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- Conewago Road Dover, PA
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- Kunkle’s Mill Dover PA side
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- Blue barrel wedged in tree
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- House on Northern side of Kunkle’s Mill
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- Kunkle’s Mil Rd at 19 Feet
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- Kunkle’s Mill Rd Dover PA
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- Easily 3x wider than usual
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- Detter’s Mill~ Conewago Creek
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- Yes, it’s deep
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- Detter’s Mill
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- Boring Bridge Warrington Twp
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- Tesla at Beaver Hole Dover, PA
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- Detter’s Mill
Oct 28, 2012
Virtual sinning isn’t cheap
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No, it’s not a good way to start an essay. Ok, over that.
Facebook rules the world in a round-about way.
Yes, I know GOD rules the world. Please don’t comment to me that I am going to hell, I should be murdered, burned, suffer for all of eternity. The effect of those comments wore off after the first three.
When you want to communicate quickly, you use Facebook to get your message out fast and as far-reaching as possible. Instantly, you have just shared something, any bit of info sent electronically across the Internet, has just been released to the entire world.
Hell, even the word Internet is capitalized. It just became a proper noun and Facebook has become the link around the world that all connects us with God. There are churches, preachers, priests, pastors and more online. We all can be friends on Facebook, in fact, friend is now a verb; “Friend me, I’ll accept.”
The ability to touch the lives of people across the world instantly is a phenomenon that no one really talks about. Facebook is similar to a constantly in motion subway. People are able to jump on and off at will, with a click of their mouse. The ability to jump on and off a moving subway car comes at a price. Once information is shared, it is on the Internet forever. The good, the bad, the ugly.
Just wait. I’m telling you right now that on December 21st 2012 the Internet is going to crash. Maybe permanently! Imagine a world without the internet. You can’t do it can you?
The internet is many things: a link connecting most of the world to each other, a place to gather, a place to share information, a place to proclaim your belief of God (or not) and a place to sin. So much good, yet always there are the bad things that come from the Internet, meet on the internet, troll on the internet. The internet is not a safe place.
The Internet is my virtual life. Facebook connects me with the world and it is God’s filing system. God knew humans would get smarter than our britches and organize an endless, eternal pulse of energy that relays all our information effortlessly. Now we are screwed.
So I proclaim stuff all the time. I make shit up-from scratch-but I’m serious about God. That all knowing alien in the sky. Heck the Mayan’s even knew about Jesus Christ as his name is mentioned inside a ruin site as a returning prophet of the future. The visiting speaker on campus said that in his lecture in Demester Hall. That hall was packed to the gills. Standing room only for the witty speaker and his fresh take on the Apocalypse.
Poor Dale was stuck beside a guy with body odor issues. The dude beside me kept drifting off to sleep and even had the nerve to snore during this very important (to me) lecture. If he had become louder with his rudeness, I would have woke him and told him to get the hell out because he was ruining my listening experience.
I have many direct links to the Internet. The average person has at least one, but most likely, more than one. In total, I can access the web on: York College campus, my phone as a hotspot and direct link, Dale’s phone, my laptop, my son’s phone, Dale’s office, any McDonald’s, Rutters’, etc. Short of living in an undeveloped country, the Internet is available to everyone.
I read the sins of many on the Internet. The stories of murder, rape, child abuse, tragedy. This world is a disgusting place that causes my stomach to twist into knots. If God is looking down on us and here to save us, how can life as we know it continue? Humans have disappointed God in every possible way. When will that change? Ever? Please God, take me on December 21, 2012. I am ready for your call.
Could the apocalyptic signs talked about in the Bible be true and we are nearly at the end of the world? No one knows but God. He is the only one who knows the true end of days. The preparation for the end of days is easy. Get right with God. Admit your sins and ask his forgiveness. The truth will set you free.
Free Internet would be great. It cost a fortune to have access at home and virtual sinning isn’t cheap.
~P.
Oct 16, 2012
Elegantly Haunted Art
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The glass begged to be drank from… the black stem branching out from its base erupting into black and white…naked, leafless trees. Left exposed to shine through the blood red wine. The guests draped in the ghoulish costumes; gushing over my beautiful stemware.
Brandy Boswell, is a local artist and business owner in York, PA. Brandy began hand painting glassware for her annual Halloween Party. After her friends and family discovered her distinctive talent the need for her art exploded. Her website is easy to navigate to view all the art and how to care for it. http://www.elegantlyhaunted.com/
If you have another holiday in mind or a theme to your dining room Brandy is your go to girl for any custom painting on glass. Painting has been a form of art for over 10,000 years. Think about it; the first painting was done by cavemen on his walls.
If you have an idea and can envision it on glass, contact Brandy Boswell at elegantlyhaunted@gmail.com for an estimate of your unique, custom painted piece of work.
Oct 2, 2012
Grady’s Memorial Service
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A celebration of Barbara Grady’s life was held at Dover High School on Saturday, September 29th.
Laurie Heyer, Barb’s life friend of 32 years opened the service sharing how Barb touched her life in countless ways.
Dover High School principal, Bill Reinking, spoke next sharing his tale of starting at Dover in 1983 and Grady telling co-workers she knew him. He had been her teacher in Intermediate School. She remembered him, but he didn’t remember teaching her.
Kent James spoke next as Barb’s former student, coach and eventual co-worker and close friend. He shared the story of his senior trip at Dover to the Poconos with Grady, and metal shop teacher, Mr. Harmon, as chaperons. The students were asked to leave the resort early, and each walked by Grady with their head down as she gave them her “look” while shaking her head in disgust. In the 1990’s James and Grady went on many adventures together. Their trip to Costa Rica amazed the pair with active volcanoes, rain forests, natural spas, zip lines and monkeys swinging from trees. They spent some time on the beach where Sports Illustrated had done a swimsuit photo shoot. Barb was pestered to do her best swimsuit model pose and her response to their delight was “over my dead body.” The highlight of the beach for her was the Miller Light, “buy one-get on- free” cabana.
James is also holding a 5K walk/run in honor of Grady on September 22, 2013 with the proceeds going to the Ovarian Cancer fund. Anyone interested in participating can contact James at kjames@doversd.org.
Ashleigh Rhinert called Grady “a force of nature” who coached her when she was a student on the volleyball team. It was the passion Grady brought to volleyball that inspired Rhinert to become a physical education teacher and volleyball coach in Red Lion. Reinert also coaches the cheerleaders and finds that Grady continues to impact people. Only now it’s through Rhinert’s coaching, and believes Grady “lives on through our lives.”
Sonya Guyer spoke about Grady being a person who was there for each and every student. Guyer now, as a coach and teache,r strives to model her life with students after Grady’s ability to touch every person’s life and make them feel special.
The Dover High School Choir group “Renaissance” performed two songs dedicated to Grady, “In Remembrance” and “Benediction.”
Cassi Ney, an English teacher at Dover stated, “The simple and respectful acknowledgement from another human being goes a long way to the students in Barb’s life” and Ney wishes she had a laugh track of Grady she could play over and over when she needs a lift in life.
Bobbie Mitzel Strausbaugh came to Dover in 1986 and was the assistant coach to Grady. Strausbaugh learned quickly that Grady’s goal was to major on people-her to do list was to make you feel like #1-and make a difference in others lives while we still have time. Grady was also Strausbaugh’s Maid of Honor, after setting Strausbaugh up on a successful blind date. Grady wore a dress, heels, and hose, sporting a fancy hairdo, but insisted on being called the Best Woman.
Michael Grady, the younger brother of seven Grady siblings, was touched by the Tweet campaign that helped his sister get through her last days. The messages touched Grady and her entire family with overwhelming support during the difficult end time. A few miscellaneous facts that others may not have known about his sister: she started at Dover as the football coach and athletic trainer, she played guitar, climbed several mountains, including Mt Washington, backpacked through Tasmania, and one arm was shorter than the other. That shorter arm was the result of rough play with her brother Bill and her refusal to tell their parents, for fear of getting in trouble. Grady loved Tab and Fresca and when she learned they were going to discontinue it, she stacked cases in her office to the ceiling. Her favorite saying was if she won the lottery was she would start “Grady’s girls gym” and wouldn’t have to share it with boys.
A video highlighting Grady’s life from childhood through her amazing accomplishments as a teacher and coach was shown. The video brought many (including myself) to tears.
Grady’s little sister, Cori, (the spitting image of Barb) closed the memorial service. Cori thanked those attending and pointed out how one person can touch the lives of so many people. Barb taught at Dover High School for 32 years, reaching several generations in the Dover school district. “Barbra’s gift of always finding the good in people is a legacy that we all should carry on. She would want us all to move through our lives striving to be ‘the best’ we can be.”
A memorial fund is being established in Barbara Grady’s name to support the students and school she loved so much. Contributions can be made to:
Dover Dollar for Scholars
c/o York County Community Foundation
14 W Market Street York, PA 17401
or online at http://www.yccf.org. Please designate Grady Memorial Fund
Barbara Grady March 25, 1956 – September 2, 2012
Don’t cry because it is over. Smile because it happened. ~Dr. Seuss
Rest in Peace Ms. Grady. Teachers like you touch the life of every student lucky enough to cross your path.
Sep 29, 2012
We’re Not Yams
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What’s the difference between a yam and a sweet potato?
It is not the flesh. Both vegetables have orange flesh inside. That is the tricky part, flesh is on the inside, not the outside.
A yam is grown only in South America and it needs 300 days to reach harvest.
Sweet potatoes can be grown anywhere and take 120 to reach harvest.
If you think you’re buying yams and they’re not from South America, someone is pulling the potato over your eyes.
The Frey family is set up along Route 74 today and tomorrow (9-5pm) to celebrate this year’s sweet potato harvest. Their potato tent is in the parking lot of The Brain Balance Center located at 2300 Carlisle Road, York, PA 17408.
The family is made up of the head potato, Larry, his wife Gwen, son Brett, daughter Lindsey and her husband, Jared.
The Frey family is from Wellsville, PA and has been in the sweet potato and sweet corn business for six years. They like to stick to sweet foods as a hobby
Larry said, “Sweet potatoes are easy to grow. They don’t need any chemicals or fertilizer. We get our plants shipped in from North Carolina where the University of NC developed and patented the Covington species. This breed grows to a nice size to use in making food. My wife Gwen makes the sweet potato soup with her own recipe.”
I tried Gwen’s soup and it is delicious. Also on the menu is fried sweets, baked sweets, sweet potato pie and raw potatoes to purchase in bulk.
Can’t make it to the sweet potato fest?
Give the Frey family a call at 717-432-2760
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- Sweet Potatoes on Rt 74
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- Decisions, decisions
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- How do you like your sweet potato?
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- Ruthann Sheffer and Makayla Cameron enjoy sweet potato fries
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- Brett Frey
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- Head Potato~ Larry Frey
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- Fall decorations
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- Fresher than fresh
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- Barb Tressier
Sep 26, 2012
The rambling professor
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The professor has to be juiced or cursed with a bad case of ADHD.
His lips move so quickly-words gush and blur-the deaf would be defenseless to read.
“Has anyone read —insert names no one recognizes.”
The look of despair when no hands are raised.
Name dropping doesn’t impress…just alienates.
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