It's All About Time (And Space)

As I dwell in time and space contemplating the efffect of relativity on my longevity, I can say that if I had a twin and he was a truck driver, he would come back from a trip younger than I.
However, if he sit in a hot air ballon at 100 feet above me tethered to the ground, he would be
older than me when he landed. In either case, the age difference would only amount to a tiny
fraction of a nanosecond. Did you know that if you stationed yourself two thirds of a mile above
the earth you will be three seconds older over the course of a million years than if you were on
Earth. You can overcome this aging if you travel from the stationary spot at the correct speed.

Everyone suffers from or gains from Einsteins famous theory of relativity in slight amounts, but
I want to experience it bigtime. So a trip into the outer reaches of space at a speed measured at
some fraction of the speed of light would be useful. All I need is a sponsor with the funding and
the where with all under my control.

Now comes the good part. I will need a space mate who can help me with my spelling, etc. This
partner (mate in space) must be of the opposite sex so is we encounter something or someone
they can observe the difference in hair length. This expert may be African, Asian, South American, European, Australian, blond, brunette, red headed or gray. She also has to able to
fly a space ship and have all the attributtes afforded a lovely, intelligent lady and be able to
fish and cut bait. I have made a vast number of space flights but thay only lasted a fraction of
a nanosecond. The experience should count for something. I be out looking for my partner
soon.

I wonder how much space we can cover in one year traveling at some fraction of 186,00o miles
a second and how much time we can shave off our age by the time we get home.

Bigotry

Watched the movie ,"To Kill A Mocking Bird" a few nights ago. It was a very good movie with very good acting. Gregory Peck is always good. I was impressed with the girl who played the part of Scout, Mary Badham, when she talked to her father about her mother.

The events of the movie occured as you would expect. The black man was found guilty and ended up dead. I ask myself the question. Would all of my grand children stand beside thier
parent facing a hostile crowd bent on doing harm to someone the parent was trying to protect
as the movie depicted. You know they would just like these 8 and 9 year olds did. If you have
not seen the movie, its worth your time.

On the same subject, I have been reading The KU KLUX KLAN IN AMERICA-THE FIERY
CROSS. I will relate only one of the items that I read that really threw me for a loop.

Nguyen Sinh Cung, from Indochina, spent time is America, did research and wrote
articles about Negro lynchings. About the furious hordes commiting crime without rick.
About blacks being beaten, trampled underfoot, slashed, insulted, bloodstained. etc.
About tying them to a tree, pouring gasoline on them, smashing in their teeth, burning them,
and killing a second time by hanging. He predicted that the clan was doomed to failure.
Ten years later, Cung returned to Indochina and change his name to Ho Chi Minh.

High School English

I know its weird but these lines below pop into my head every so often but I can never
remember the story or poem source. The challange is for you or some of your friends to
help identify the source for me and the author.

The stag at eve has drank his fill
Where danced the moon on monans rill.


All the world a stage


To be or not to be,
That is the question.


Out out brief candle.

Not very much to go on. Gives you some idea of poorly I performed in English Class.
I assume all these come from different stories or poems.

I htink I'll take up time travel. It should be a lot easior than thinking.
Accuracy of the whole thing is in question.

Snowball

It was a dark and stormy night. My trusty dog, Snowball, and I were out trying to find and round up the missing culprits. On the road which runs by our little farm a high speed car screeches nearly to a halt. The driver swears, swerves, and continues on her way. I didn't
have my rifle or my hand guy to ward off the evil ones we were hunting but I felt really safe
with my trusty dog, Snowball, at my side. As we crept down into the bottom of the deep
depression (its called a ditch by the less informed) we sensed movement directly ahead.
Those two masses of fur had no chance of getting away with my vicious dog, Snowball, on their
trail. We soon gathered up the two errant varments and stuffed them in a cage. I gave the
the rabbits and their cage away the next day.

True Confession Time

I was going to write an episode about the evacuation of refugees in Korea but I'll save that for another time.

There is some question about which of my children is my favorite.

Now in the first place I suspected that three of my youngens with dark hair and brown eyes
were born by you mother without any help from me. Each time we had one of these children
I would run out and look to the East. I never did see any bright star.

To tell the truth I decided my most favorite is illegitamate with the name of Mostest Mae.
My least favorite is Leasta Lena. Mostest Mae is really ugly, so I had to show her the mostest
favoritism. Leasta Lena has to take ugly pills to keep the boys away.

My favorite Aunt is Bertha. My least favorite Aunt is Emma. My favorite Dad is Claude Grant.
My favorite Mom is Mary Margret. My favorite Grandad is Theodore France. My least
favorite Grandad is Ulysess S. Grant Tingley. I don't know enough about my Grand Mothers
to decide. I think one of them sold the farm out from under us. M favorite Uncle is Wendell.
My favorite brother is Wendell, Rex, Merle, and Gale. My favorite sister is Carol, Elisabeth,
and Barbara. My favorite Grand Child is all of them. My favorite Wife is Ellen. My favorite
girl friend is secret.

You don't even have to read between the lines to get it right. I love all my legtimate children equally.

My Christmas starts Oct 3rd and ends temporarily on Dec 10th. So if you have a present
for me you will have to bring to Baldwin, Lousiana.

Call me if any of you have questions about what I do, when I do it, why I do,where I do it,
how I do it, and who I do it with.

Little Girls

A sunday school teacher told a friends little girl that girls don't use screw drivers.
Little boys use screw drivers. So all you girls have got to get rid of your tool boxes.
I have been out using my screw driver and other tools to disable the rain barrel
and get it ready to empty so we can run off to Lousiana. Also reinforcing the mole
rejecters so they will last through the three months we are down there.

That first line up there reminds of the poem I have that starts out by saying "Balloons
don't belong in church". I belive you have all heard it.

Went to get a part for my gas leaf blower today since I couldn't find the company's
telephone number on the internet. Found out the company has gone out of business.
I gave the folks at Ace Hardware the manual with the model number but the animal
has two possible engine types. If you will bring in the unit so we can indentify the
engine, we have the part for both. So back to the store we go this evening but its going to
mean eating dinner out. Mom likes Ace Hardware.