Friday, February 29, 2008

Them Ol' And Dangerous Days Of My Youth

Cincinnati Skyline in the 1950's
I know my kids won't believe this and my grand kids won't fathom this, but when I was a little guy, living in Fort Thomas Kentucky, the sky was so clear, I could see the Cincinnati skyline from the picture window in my living room.

Playing at night

I used to play with my friends, outdoors, all day long without telling my folks where I was and they didn't even worry.

Calling Children

I didn't have to carry a cellphone so Mom could find me. 'didn't need to. At supper she would open up the back door and yell, "Markie! Supper's Ready!!!" I could hear her 4 blocks away.

I had toy cars similar to these

We had lead everywhere. Lead paint. Lead gasoline. Toys were made of lead.

Leaded Gasoline

One of the greatest smells in the world was pumping leaded gas into the tank of your car. It was worth the 25 cents a gallon price just to enjoy that lovely smell.


Let's talk Mercury. We used to have this wonder drug that Mom would paint on all your scrapes and cuts. It was called Mercurochrome. It was also called Merthiolate in it's generic version. Back then we didn't know what generic meant. Mercurochrome was not nearly as dangerous as Iodine. That was what Grandma put on my Mom's scrapes and cuts.

Wally and The Beaver
It was highly poisonous when ingested. However Mom knew not to drink it. Mercurochrome contained a key ingredient called Merbromin which contained traces of Mercury. This was the same Mercury that is found in silver dental fillings of that era. Leaded gas, no pollution control devices on cars and poisonous medicine and paint.........Ah! Life in the 1950's was good.

Monday, February 25, 2008

Larry Norman - Home At Last

Larry Norman was a Jesus Freak long before there were Jesus Freaks. When most of us were listening to rock music in the late 1960's and 1970's, Larry was writing music about The Rock. He became a standard bearer for a whole generation and gave us tunes to go with the words.

He stumbled along the way. But don't we all? It's a journey. Larry held true to his God and to his art. He was the real deal. He was the good seed that grew and flourished.

Larry went home to be with The Lord this past Sunday morning.

Here is Larry's own last words.

I feel like a prize in a box of cracker jacks with God's hand reaching down to pick me up. I have been under medical care for months. My wounds are getting bigger. I have trouble breathing. I am ready to fly home.

My brother Charles is right, I won't be here much longer. I can't do anything about it. My heart is too weak. I want to say goodbye to everyone. In the past you have generously supported me with prayer and finance and we will probably still need financial help.

My plan is to be buried in a simple pine box with some flowers inside. But still it will be costly because of funeral arrangement, transportation to the gravesite, entombment, coordination, legal papers etc. However money is not really what I need, I want to say I love you.

I'd like to push back the darkness with my bravest effort. There will be a funeral posted here on the website, in case some of you want to attend. We are not sure of the date when I will die.

Goodbye, farewell, we will meet again.
Goodbye, farewell, we'll meet again
Somewhere beyond the sky.
I pray that you will stay with God
Goodbye, my friends, goodbye.


Monday, February 11, 2008

Say What?

A Mormon,

a Baptist Minister

and a liberal Republican walk into a bar.

Hey, it could happen!