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Some things last forever!


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Some things don’t last forever,but some things do.

Like a good song, or a good book,

or a good memory you can take out and unfold

in your darkest times, pressing down

on the corners and peering in close,

hoping you still recognize the person you see there.


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Weekend Plans to Make You Smile


It it a big weekend on the comedy stage.

Laughter and hilarity are the costumes they wear.

Audience participation is how they will gauge.

As the Improv ensues- Come out if you dare!


There will be games and music for all to enjoy.

Vendors, carts, and stands full of food.

A karaoke band to help sing out your joy.

On a hot, summer night, this will lighten the mood.


This is a carnival of medium proportion

With jesters and quartets of some fame.

No cover charge or any such notion

Spend your dollars on goodies and games.


A once a year kind of deal.

Bring the whole family to see.

It does not matter how low you feel

For the good times will make you happy.




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I ain’t an old song!

All of a sudden I was pinged after so long,

I thought I have been forgotten like an old song.

I wasn’t going to reply any soon,

But I took it as a boon.

Getting to say ‘hey’ to some one,

While eating a stale bun.

It isn’t bad to do so,

But I won’t take a bow.

I had been forgotten so long,

But I must tell I ain’t an old song.


The Man in The Window…young Terrance

I have done some research on the McMillan family after talking with Mary Alice . I went to the newspaper archives and found some interesting information . The clarity of this whole situation reminded me of driving in a snow storm  . Terrance Theodore McMillan was born on September 26 1943 ,  according to local rumors he was also born almost three weeks premature . He was a rather small child and was looked after closely by his mother . Mary didn’t let him out of her sight , she even schooled him at home as there were no records of Terrance attending the local pubic school .

 One of the most amazing things about this little mystery is , there’s no record of young Terrance’s body being found . I have made appointments with the local historians , maybe they know something of this personally . I am also going to speak with some of the older persons in town and see what they remember of the McMillan family . The facts were very scattered, and being the early 50s, were often easily overlooked . In this small town everyone knew everyone , or closer to the fact , the only things they really knew where passed down from generation to generation . The imaginations of some ran away , personal attacks were perpetrated by others , as long as the foundation of these invasions were supported by other towns people  . I do know from speaking to a few , the McMillan family stayed to themselves , because of this they drew gossip and rumors being spread about them .

The next thing about this whole mess that makes my skin crawl is I was also born on September 26 exactly 20 years after young Terrance .


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Speaking of the truth, I have now realised truth is not important because it holds no significance in how we perceive things today. So, what is important? Important is the thing we believe is true even when it is not…

Something to ponder about…

Haven’t got much to share, so, here’s the song I have a Dream by West life.

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In My Quest For Self-Discovery…

So, enough with the heavy stuff. I wrote this piece this morning, but I don’t think it is cheating to use it here too, since I’ve written several things today, and this one is the better of the bunch. So…let’s ride…

Let’s talk about ancestors.

Obviously, we all have some. A friend of mine, about a year ago, set off on a personal quest

Mel Gibson as William Wallace wearing woad.

Mel Gibson as William Wallace wearing woad. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

to trace her lineage as far back as the written records would allow. Each time I would meet up with her, she would fascinate me with some tidbit of history that she’d uncovered in her family tree. Turns out Pocahontas made an appearance in her lineage!! Wow!

I was intrigued, but not enough to pay the $275+ it would take to join Ancestry.com and forge out on my own  path of self-discovery. Besides, even though I had heard my grandmother’s stories of our lineage, I was mildly positive that our ancestors would be boring and uninteresting. I mean, seriously. We can’t all be descended from kings and queens, can we? And I guess I didn’t want the proof that I was sure to find. My family was descended from the apes…ha, ha. Just kidding. Seeing if you were still with me… :-)

About this same time, I began to deal with the relationships in my life, and one that was sorely missing was my father. Without rehashing old history, here is the back-story in a nutshell. My mother divorced my father when I was 6-ish, and then spent my childhood hiding me and my brother from him. I met up with him after seeing him talking to a reporter about my aunt, who was being featured as a guest on the Sally Jesse Raphael Show. I know. I’m going to write that story next, and post it on 20 Lines A Day…It was surreal… But, then lost him again, over the years. Life just got busy, and he fell through the cracks.

So, returning to my story, I set out to find my dad again, and I needed some extra information. My dad is at war with The Man, and as such, he’s lived off the grid for most of his life. So, it took some major detective work on my part to locate him. And one of my tools was Ancestry.com. After I found him, and reconnected, I still had this membership to this genealogical site. And, as I wanted to get my money’s worth, I set out in my quest to find out the truth.

As with all my obsessive tendencies, I became enthralled. Every day, my kids had to hear of some nugget I had discovered, some interesting story of a relative I’d found hidden, and of course, all the famous people we were somewhat connected to. Their reactions were mildly interested, but I could feel their souls rolling their eyes…lol. God bless my long-suffering family!

And, as one will almost always do, I found some historical characters in my lineage. And as life also does, it was a cruel irony.

Mel Gibson‘s Braveheart has long been a favorite in this family. I suspect some of the attraction is that we’re a family of spiritual soldiers, and the entire premise of one man leading a group of people who will not be ruled, in a war against a corrupt, greedy king and his gay son, sparked by the murder of his beloved wife, with the added intrigue of wooing the soon-to-be-queen to fight for his cause — it just was too much to not love.. And every time that movie comes on, someone in this family is watching it. “I love ya…always have..”

But, the one gripe I’ve always had was that Robert the Bruce is a weak, ineffectual weasel of a man, who never seemed to be able to get on the right side of things at the right times. His leprous father had more balls than he did. I was no admirer of how the movie ended, either, with Robert the Bruce giving a luke-warm rally speech to his fellow Scotsmen – “You fought for Wallace. Now, fight for me!” Seriously?? I’ve heard better speeches in board meetings.

So, here’s the irony. Guess which royal lineage I have coursing through my veins. Who is my 26th Great Grandfather? ….Robert the Bruce. And that leprous, leaky old man who was his father? My 27th Great Grandfather. Yep. No William Wallace in this family…

I think I would have been happier to find a monkey…

— Bird


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