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Yeah, Yeah, Yeah!

Click on this link to read some fascinating Beatles history. It was 40 years ago that a 15 year old girl in the Washington, D.C. area wrote to a local deejay about this British band she'd heard of, and a particular song of theirs.

The deejay contacted a BOAC rep (remember BOAC! And that logo of theirs!), who brought over and hand-delivered a copy of the 45 (remember "singles?") to him. The airplay and response in the D.C.

SKIN NOT SO THICK

Something happened today. Very upsetting. From left field. No, that understates it. From far afield.

So upsetting that I was shaking after it happened. Not sure how to handle the wave of emotions that came in an onrush, an overflow.

From a source so surprising. A friend, or so I thought. A colleague, someone Iíve known for years. Done business with him, shared war stories, considered a friend, an associate, a colleague. Always had a sense of trust, of him being a person of substance, of honor, all those worthy things.

Maybe I Am Back

Last entry in this space noted that a very long piece was being prepared, about death, The Angel of Death, and the very busy year The Angel had in 2003. That piece promised the full text would appear as an entry, and it even used the word "soon."
Oops.

The Angel of Death piece was visited by The Angel, and now will not appear. Suffice it to say that 2003 was a big year for Death. Celebrities, friends, relatives, and a whole lot of death among friends and relatives of my friends and extended family. Too much death.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

NO! The Angel of Death did not visit DeanLand (or me, Dean, either).

There is a very long post, soon to be put in this space. But it was not completed when I had to drop everything and board a plane.

So it hopped onto a floppy, traveled across the ocean, and is sitting in a valise. My laptop is sufferfing from Microsoftitis, that disease in which XP fails, and then locks itself up so that all attempts to repair it end up redirected to where the problem was in the first place.

Nailing It and The Turkey Trot

GekkoBlue Nails It.

Over on the GekkoBlue blog you can see the finest graphic of the year. An early Christmas Present, perhaps. Wishful thinking. The kind of thing that would put me back among those who believe in God, religion, and all that sort of stuff. GekkoBlue grabbed it from the ever-entertaining FARK site.

Picture This!

They ought to rename the URL "A Thousand Words." This site does a random search of pictures on the internet. It could hit
YOUR pics on your site. I don't know why I find this site fascinating, but it seems like an Americana panorama (say that 10 times fast), a history of REAL people's interests. Keep reloading it - kinda amazing what people put out
there!

Notes From The Silent Week

And The Winner Is . . .

RageBoy gets the coveted award for ìBest Use of Fleetwood Mac Lyricsî for this entry.

Since I have all sorts of difficulty with anchor tags, in the event that you clicked on that link and just ended up at the top of RBís blog, what you need to do is scroll down about 20 inches from the top of the Friday November 21, 2003 entry, entitled Sacred Reflections.

Back in The Saddle

Well, not really the saddle, actually. Back at the keyboard is a better way to put it.

Well, similar to what Rush Limbaugh said when he came back on the radio this past Monday, AS I WAS SAYING, HERE I AM, BACK AGAIN. Except that I was gone for personal reasons of grief and some time of introspection.

Update and Adieu (for a brief while)





Taking A Necessary Break

I Heard The News Today. Oh, boy.

During some insomniac moments last night (or was that this morning?) while tuned to the international CNN channel, a report came with some unnerving news. According to the presenter, it seems the facts about deaths during war go something like this: More American soldiers have lost their lives in the Iraq conflict than in the entire first three years of the Viet Nam War.

Of course this may just be a nonsensical statement.