1) (C)-jtmcpub Monday, Feb. 21, 2011... )

Looking at the world today, I feel ambivalent.

Gosh! I like the sound of that. In fact, I may use that as my opening line, from now on. Instead of being myopic, and worrying about what just concerns me, myself, and me, too.

Get a telescopic vision. See the stars, the rains, the blowy snows. And a turkey who made it past another Thanksgiving.

First, of course we see the oppressive forces of Biggy Brohoohoohah. And then we see the not Winston Smiths, who answer" YES!" To Winston, who tastes like a cigar. The royal RED Dragon and the not much of a cuddly Bear, who along with the Cong, murdered my buddies, and opened up the spitting upon us Left, "my wife and 48 children, alone in the kitchen, in a starving condition, without any gingerbread Left, Right, Left!" ... Ah, the Good Ole Boy Scouts! Camp Sam Wood, and even Hillside in Wyoming,New York, where I went to church camp.

Then the diary farm, in Lima, where I went back my Junior Varsity Year(1962) to High School, made the Varsity football team in June of '63, wrote over a thousand poems, becoming the "Bard of Avon,NY" (in '62), dated a cheerleader. and did the whole yard's American Teenage Dream thing. Before I said, "Ship a ahoy! to my girl with the golden curls, and joined the Navy, for sunny Viet Nam... Oh, Goody!