I always knew that I'd be a fireman one day!!!
Allen at Engine 47, Ladder Truck 20 (Detroit, 1968)
Serving Our Country, Serving
Saturday, February 3, 2007
Now You Know the Words....
Day is done.
Gone the sun.
From the lakes.
From the hills.
From the sky.
All is well.
God is nigh.
Dims the sight.
And a star.
Gems the sky.
Falls the nigh.
Thanks and praise.
Neath the sun.
Neath the stars.
As we go.
This we know.
God is nigh.
Three of the events
that I've attended in my life, that I hope to never have to attend again, are the funerals for a fallen Marine,
police office and firefighter. Funerals, by their very nature, are difficult. My Mom's memorial service was one of the hardest
days of my life.
If you've ever been to the funeral of a soldier or a Marine you can't
help but shed a tear and swallow hard during the playing of "Taps".
at the top of this blog entry are the words to "Taps".
In today's American
Idol, get-quick-rich, what's-in-it-for-me society, take a few moments to re-read those words. Heck, take an hour
some time and learn them. And hope that you never have the occasion to stand graveside and sing them quietly as the bugle
Thursday, February 1, 2007
Does Anyone Really Read These?
My friend Michelle has been getting after me to get
a current posting up here. She evidently thinks that I have some profound words of wisdom or exciting anecdotes to pass along.
Sorry Micky, but I don't.
I could babble on and on about my
4-months-old son's newest facial expressions or his "oohs" and "ahhs". I could share with you
how he smiles when I come in close to steal a kiss. (It's not really "stealing" though, since I always give
them back.) He IS the cutest kid ever, and with personality to spare! I tell my wife that we almost have an obligation
to society to have at least a few more.
If you ever choose to spend a Friday
morning in Family Court, it really is amazing to hear the stories that unfold. Parents who live in $650,000.00 houses but
are behind in their child support. Parents who are convinced that every dime that they pay in child support gets spent
on anything and everything BUT the child.
One morning, having returned home after
spending the day in Court I told my son that if Mommy and Daddy ever do get a divorce, he can have all of Daddy's
money and Daddy will go live in a refridgerator box. He "coo-d" when I said it, so he must have agreed with the
Of course, if you've seen my wedding picture that I have posted on this web
site, you'd know how big of a fool I'd be to let my wife get away. She is my "oops-eraser". Every bad decision,
dumb mistake, and wrong road that I've traveled down lead me to her. She single-handedly erased all of those bad
choices. Truth be told, it was a bar fight that lead me to her, but that's a story for another time. (On the advice
of my attorney!)
I met my wife in a dive bar in downtown Detroit. For
those of you familiar with Detroit hang-outs, it was The Post. The Post is a long, narrow, smoky bar where everything is covered
with grafitti (the walls, the stalls, the bar, the ceiling). Everything, that is, except the pool table felt. Whether by some
unwritten rule or simply tradition, the pool table felt remains as green today as it was the day it was first laid.
If you're in the front of The Post, you need to know that you have to go to the bathroom
about 20 minutes before you actually have to go. Because it will take you that long to make your way through the crowd to
the back, where the bathrooms are located. Then again, you might just want to hold it since there are no doors on the bathrooms...anywhere.
Aside from grafitti and door-less bathrooms, The Post is known for a few things: very attractive
Canadian girls, die-hard Red Wings fans, and the bartenders ordering dozens of pizzas around 2:00 a.m. and
tossing them out to the crowd.
For me, though, it will always be the place that
I met Giovanni's Mom.