Broken Hallelujah

Good Sunday morning...

The Train Whistle

What do you think of when you hear a train whistle? Anything? Maybe not. But it's significant to me because it takes me back to a much simpler life and time in the early 1960's, as a child at my grandmother 's house. She had a beautiful old stately 2-story house with wrap around porches on the first and second levels, a small, neatly trimmed lawn with a sidewalk out front. She lived right in town, on Main Street. Down the hill was a little store called the "Shamrock". Occasionally, I'd walk the block and a half to the Shamrock. Walking under the mimosa trees, past the First Presbyterian Church, careful not to step on any cracks in the broken sidewalk. The corner store had a crooked neon shamrock sign and ads for pipe tobacco and Pabst Blue Ribbon beer in the window. Inside was a lunch counter, that served fountain cokes and BLT's to the lunch crowd and hot fudge sundaes and root beer floats for dessert.



One long blast on a train whistle. And I'm back on Main Street, walking to the Shamrock.



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Get Your War On

I haven't stopped by this site in awhile and saw it mentioned on Serenitee, so I rushed over and laughed my ass off---No, wait. {looks behind herself} It's still there.



Fun site of the day--- Write your own Jerry Springer Show episode.

[via: jadeddaisy]



Cities For Peace

A national coalition of local officials and concerned citizens working to express the will of their communities through civic resolutions regarding the proposed war in Iraq. [also seen on Serenitee today]



Life is defined by

Mathematical equations

You're the minus sign

[via: haikooties]



The 'Daily Zen' has a nice quote today. {on the sidebar, below the blogroll}