Jul 042017

Let the Fourth of July always be a reminder that here in this land, for the first time, it was decided that man is born with certain God-given rights; that government is only a convenience created and managed by the people, with no powers of its own except those voluntarily granted to it by the people.

We sometimes forget that great truth, and we never should.

Happy Fourth of July. – Ronald Reagan, 1981

Hat tip, NHFalcon.

Happy Independence Day, my American friends.  Be safe.  Be proud.

 Posted by at 1:09 pm
Jul 032017

I’d have bet big money that there was no photograph of my father up against an Anniston Police Department cruiser with his hands on the roof.

(‘Course, most of the time when they put you that position they’re not smiling, and they take your beer away.)

If the indicated time stamp is accurate (and the Galaxie 500 cruiser lends support), then Dad is 29, and this was probably taken at St. Charles Apartments on Coleman Road. We lived in #2. The building still stands, though I think I noticed last time through that it was called something else now. Anyway, it’s just south of Shadowood, on the west side of the road. Our house on Pecanwood Drive is either in the late planning stages or barely underway.

Dad doesn’t remember the story of the photograph. Given his neighbors and running buddies at this point in his life, it might have been a really good one.

(UPDATE: Dad has weighed in. It is St. Charles Apartments, and my folks and their friends Eddie and Margaret were having a party. Someone complained about the noise, and when the police came, Eddie knew the officers. So it was a pleasant y’all-keep-it-down.)

 Posted by at 3:09 pm
Jun 302017

I had something a little lighter in mind today, but social media blew up yesterday with something I find rather morally disturbing, so I’ll have a word about that instead. It seems Christine Braswell returned to her SUV in a North Carolina Wal-Mart parking lot to find Robert Raines inside it, going through her purse. […]

 Posted by at 2:06 pm
Jun 272017

The signs pummeled us just as we crossed into my sister’s home state last week. She had warned me about aggressive speed limit enforcement in Virginia, and indeed, we were all of two miles across the state line when we passed our first pair of cruisers in the median—one aimed northbound, the other southbound. After I […]

 Posted by at 10:08 am

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