- P M Prescott
- Family and Friends is my everyday journal. Captain's Log is where I pontificate on religion and politics.
Friday, May 30, 2008
First week of summer vacation.
Monday, May 26, 2008
Saturday, May 24, 2008
A little light reading
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Some like it dark
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
The Great American Novel
Monday, May 19, 2008
School years end
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Favorite Books 2
Thursday, May 15, 2008
I thought I'd start a series of posts on my favorite books.
Monday, May 12, 2008
Saturday, May 10, 2008
This is Harvey. It's the best picture I could find. I have better, but couldn't find them today.
One of the female teachers that worked with Dad owned him first. He wouldn't let her boyfriend in the house, so she asked around if anyone wanted her dog. Dad brought him home even though we had two dogs already. Our other two dogs were Toy Fox Terriors, and Harvey's foot was bigger than both of them. I walked in from track practise, Dad met me at the door and shook my hand in order for him to accept me. He was trained to sit, lay down, stay, and guard to not let anyone in the house unless the owner shook hands. He was an extremely smart dog, and good judge of character. If he didn't like someone he would not let them in the house. The poor gal that gave him away made the biggest mistake of her life, and should have heeded Harvey's advice.
I wasn't too shure about Harvey at first. We'd alway had small dogs. Charlie and Cleo (the toy fox terriers) were my babies, and every time Harvey would sniff at Cleo, Charlie would go after him. Harvey would step on him to keep him from getting any closer, but didn't hurt Charlie. By the second day they had worked out the pecking order and they got long fine. In the picture you see Harvey's orange plastic bone. That dog loved to tug. He pick up a stick or article of clothing and would tug for hours. I had an old jacket with really baggy arms and I'd go out in the back yard and box with him. He'd come at me and I'd push him away. It didn't take long to have the sleeves of that coat in shreds. There were two parks by where we lived at that time and I'd put him on a leash and he'd run up to five miles with me staying stride for stride. We had to cross a busy street to get to the parks and the only I fear he ever showed was toward the traffic. He always made sure I was between him and the cars.
He hated the mailman, and crashed through the front window twice trying to get to the man. The second time he got maced I think he learned his lesson.
When I left for college and would call home he knew I was on the phone and would want to sit in Mom's lap, and he was not a lap dog. Whenever I'd get home from college the first thing I had to do was play tug and take him for a run. He was the happiest dog in the world when he saw me. Bruce was living at home before he got married, and his best friend would come by whenever they'd go out. Dave went into the backyard to knock on the back door so as not to bother Mom and Dad. Harvey met him at the gate and he decided from that point on to make real good friends with Harvey. I was surprised he lived to tell the tale.
Grinnygranny still gives me a hard time about him. When we were dating we started tickeling each other and he came after me. He was extra proctective of women, but still he was supposed to be MY dog.
Dad had to put him down the second year we were married. It hurts to this day. We've had many other dogs and I have two right now. We've loved them all, but none have matched Harvey.
Friday, May 09, 2008
Places in New Mexico
Thursday, May 08, 2008
Nice weekend ahead
Sunday, May 04, 2008
Friday, May 02, 2008
A New Era of Politics
My endorsement of Senator Obama will not be welcome news to my friends and family at the Clinton campaign. If the campaign's surrogates called Governor Bill Richardson, a respected former member of President Clinton's cabinet, a "Judas" for endorsing Senator Obama, we can all imagine how they will treat somebody like me. They are the best practitioners of the old politics, so they will no doubt call me a traitor, an opportunist and a hypocrite. I will be branded as disloyal, power-hungry, but most importantly, they will use the exact words that Republicans used to attack me when I was defending President Clinton.
He went on to say what all voters, not just democrats need to understand in this election.
Innuendo is easy. The truth is hard.
Sound bites are easy. Solutions are hard.
Spin is simple and easy. Struggling with facts is complicated and hard.
I still would like to see Hillary get the nomination. I feel that she would weather the brutal political combat to come, that she has taken and can give back in equal measure whatever McCain and the Great Republican Sound Machine can dish out, but should Barak's followers feel cheated by the convention process and those who voted for him feel that they were not listened to by the Super Delegates it may just hand our country back into the hands of the neo-conservative, social darwinists, thugs and that will be the deathnell of our Constitution and civilization as we know it.
It's time to heal the party not rip it apart anymore. I remember what happened when the youthful idealists were snubbed by the power brokers in '68 and that disaster not only got Nixon elected, but brought to power George H W Bush, Dick Cheney, Donald Rumsfeld and others of the neo-con good old boys club hell bent on destroying the entire world. That's why I'm now (for what it's worth) throwing my support behind Barak Obama.