Showing posts with label 55 Words on 55 Men. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 55 Words on 55 Men. Show all posts

Monday, September 12, 2011

Detroit Lions: Week One


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Dudley sat in his grey and blue replica Lions uniform, wearing an elated smile, just after the Lions started the season on the right path.  They had now one win, and no losses.    Joe had waited since1993, for any type of winning way.   He wanted to roar, like he did in 1957, “The Champion Lions”. (21:365)
Week One - beat Tampa 27-20 (9.11.2011)
This one is dedicated to an old College Friend Ben Colby.  Your Lions have a chance this year, Go Lions!  I think I said, a long time ago, that the Lions could never be Champions.   I will be eating crow, this year, hopefully.  

Saturday, September 3, 2011

Oakland: Colorado County


The Day the Catfish Walked






He played his trumpet as the Peace River flooded.

Did these events cause each other?

Can the notes of a trumpet played in Denver Colorado, cause a river to rise and overfill its banks?
Can music displace Catfish from a river?
What is known - 7:31 David stored his trumpet,
7:32 catfish walked on black asphalt.
(19:356) This is dedicated to my dad who as a child played his trumpet in a Denver Colorado school.   And played in a band with brass, until the Beatles stole Big Band's thunder.

Friday, September 2, 2011

Oakland: Colorado County



Speaker for the Dead


The grave digger, Douglas Fairbanks, did not speak of Ghosts.  It was not that he had never seen an apparition. The reason was he felt it rather rude to speak of the dead.   He believed that the souls should rest in peace, and as everyone knows, to speak of the dead causes certain extreme irritation.  (18:356)

Thursday, September 1, 2011

Oakland: Colorado County




How I Met Racine My Wife


(1944 England, Maidstone)
The day, I lost eighty-five percent use of my right arm, was the day I asked her to marry me.   We were flying over land, when the first engine went out.   …then the second one.   I remember Shorty pushing me out of the B-17 - eating dirt- the nurse in white: my future wife. (17:365)

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