Just a couple more additions, to continue this fragmented hodge-podge-lodge continuum.

Yes, Dear Friends - there is NO rhyme, NOR reason here, just separate pieces of unrelated, but hopefully pertinent thought patterns. HUH?

The PEE-WEE Chronicles - Volume 3

(c) - Tom Hyland - 6-16-08


Re: CLOWNS

OOPS! not Pee-Wee's, but will include anyway.


REG - good piece!

some people over-medicate, or over-inebriate - and ACT like clowns.

others over-cosmeticate - and LOOK like clowns.

some over-orate - and SOUND like clowns.

still others - just ARE!

what you see is what you get!

peace, Tom.

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Angels in The Night

© - Tom Hyland - 06-15-08


ED - REAL MEN DO CRY - I'M REAL!

My brother-in-law Jim had died in September of 1996, and he was like the big brother I never had. But my son and I had packed up 2 truckloads of his stuff, to move him on campus at Life Chiropractic College in Marietta, Georgia and we had to leave. It took 13 hours going down, and after unpacking and carrying everything up 3 flights of stairs that night, we were exhausted and didn't get to sleep until way past midnight that Friday evening.

In the morning, Tom brought me a cup of coffee and some doughnuts from a nearby store. Although I wanted to leave early in the morning because the funeral was that day, my body was spent, and we had both over-slept. It was difficult leaving him, especially with all the work that needed to be done, but I had to - I just had to! After a tight loving bear-hug I was on the road, just before noon. I was driving my nephew Jim's Ford pick-up, and trying to be very careful with it, especially since his Dad was being buried today, and I couldn't be there!

Somewhere around North Carolina they found me, maybe an hour before dusk. Two small dark green imports that must have had Radar detectors. As I followed them, like locking on the tail of a Semi that was High-Balling to make good time, I figured out their method. As they sped through the night on 95 North, whenever the lead car had detected radar, a quick pump on the brake warned the second car, and both slowed down - so did I.

About every hour, they took turns leading, and I stayed right on them, sometimes BURYING the needle on the dash, which only showed a maximum of 85. Once I had figured out their system, I regarded them as my "ANGELS" that were getting me back to my Family and my Jim. To be sure, I had missed the entire funeral, and I cried while driving along at that feverish pace, knowing that it was a physical impossibility, even before starting out on this excursion, so my heart was heavy.

But, I pulled into my sister's driveway at Nine pm - I had finished that entire gruelling trip in NINE HOURS FLAT! The wake was still going on, my surprised family was still there, and the beer was still COLD! Many, many of them were consumed that night, as we toasted my former Brother, and all were amazed by my story of my "ANGELS."

About two weeks later, the phonecall from my son came - he HATED it, and needed help to move back home. The second round trip was done with a lot less tension, and at a much slower speed, I might add. But I shall never ever forget that night of the guiding "ANGELS!" Like your Dad's Grey Horse, they had brought me home safely!

Peace, Dear Friend, God's Peace ... Tom.

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ED - well penned verse, and so true .

Would that the so-called disenchanted thugs, hoodlums, and gang-bangers here in America would take the time to read and learn about the plight of others in other countries. Perhaps they would then realize what great opportunities exist for them to become honest, productive, peaceful citizens.

Someone once wrote that - "your freedom ends where my nose begins." Which, basically means that you are free to do just about anything, EXCEPT punching or hurting another, in any way. The 'drive-by' shootings of innocent children and other victims, is just as heinous as any other act of war, or genocide. Freedom is not a wild, un-tethered Mustang - rather, it is a gentle Mare, with invisible, but conscious Reins!

Peace and Freedom have never been FREE - they require a Compassion for Humanity, a deep feeling of Love for one's Brothers and Sisters, no matter how Different, and an ever-present Desire to employ both Empathy and Sympathy. For this to be achieved, the negative of Apathy must be overcome!

The song lyrics - "He ain't heavy, he's my brother" come to mind. Also, "...if there is to be Peace, let it begin with me..." Peaceful Freedom somehow does not just flow forth freely - it must be strived for - worked at - remembered and reminded to others - each and every day. Like all other worthwhile goals, it requires intestinal fortitude, as well as, a caring heart - like YOURS!

Peace - and - Freedom, my Friend ... Tom.

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