John Fitzgerald Kennedy was born on May 29.
We shared the same birthday.
Along with the comedian Bob Hope.
And Sherpa Tenzing, the Nepali Sherpa mountaineer, who climbed Everest with illary.
In 1453 the Ottoman Turks stormed the walls of Constantinople.
I had nothing to do with that blow to Christendom.
Peace and Love.
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When I was a young boy, my father instructed my older brother and me of the value of a firm handshake.
"It's a sign of a man."
My brother and I were only 8 and 7, but we heeded out father's instructions.
Most of our peers were told the same by their fathers, but that didn't stop bullies from trying to crush your knuckles.
The worst was Father Gavin, the local parish priest, who tested our grips.
He almost made my friend Chuckie Lally cry from the pain.
He attempted to break my knuckles.
I stamped on his foot with my boots.
Hard.
He released me and I warned him, "Don't you ever touch Chuckie."
All the boys in our parish knew Father Gavin to be one of those men who hurt boys.
We hated him.
But none of us were ever touched by him.
I still give a firm handshake, but spare Asians and Arabs the iron grip of West.
Not so the 45th President of the USA.
Donald Trump has dragged US politicians and foreign leaders closer to him as a sign of domination.
At the most recent G-8 he aggressed the newly elected President of France and Emmanuel Macron crushed the doughty pitt of # 45 until Trump signaled 'uncle'.
What a wanker.
Trump that is.
He has no idea of etiquette, but what else can you expect from the KKK.
To see the exchange between Macron and Trump, please go to the following URL
https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2017/may/28/the-trump-handshake-how-world-leaders-are-fighting-back
I like Montana.
Evel Knievel came from Anaconda. The speed limit was once 'whatever is reasonable and proper. Bars give drinkers 'take-away' cups.
Chico Springs is one of my favorite places in the world.
Ms. Carolina liked drinking there.
She sat well on a horse.
Unlike me.
But I extensively searched the Internet for a Greg Ginaforte on a horse.
Not one.
And not one of him manhandling a member of the Press for asking the eventual winner of the 2017 Congressional Special Election his thoughts on the GOP anti-health bill.
Rob Quist received 44% without any support from the DNC, who should be banned from the polls for ineptitude.
The Democratic candidate preferred a banjo to a horse.
At least he was born from Montana.
Just like Evel Kneivel.
He rode everything.
Rob Quist, a cowboy banjo player, has the lead in a run for a vacant congressional seat representing Montana. The DNC ignored his campaign, preferring to back special interest politicians. They lost in the primary and still they refused to support a man from a Cut Bank ranching family... to until he beat their flunkies. He is on the good side of many issues; gay rights, education, social security, health et al. The DNC hate him.
But not Bernie.
He stands strong for Rob against his GOP alternative.
Fucking Greg Gianforte.
Today this San Diego native was arrested for assaulting a reporter.
The cretin body-slammed the reporter, who asked about health care.
I know he doesn't deserve the noose.
But no one has swung with dancing heels at Deer Lodge for a long time.
Montana deserves better as do the people of the USA.
To hear Rob Quist's version of SHADY GROVE, please go the the following URL
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QzPaI5bTP48
A bomber struck a Ariana Grande concert in Manchester.
Over twenty young people were killed by the explosion.
The destruction was horrific.
Young innocents.
Dead.
Why?
Israel attacking a Palestine beach.
Yemeni children killed by a drone missile strike ordered by Obama.
Bloody Sunday by the Brits.
When will there be peace.
I am a die-hard Boston Celtics fan.
I listened on the radio to their games in the late 1950s.
I watched the Green on TV in the 1960s.
I still consider Bill Russell the greatest player ever in the NBA.
I was lucky enough to see their battles at Boston Garden in the 70s.
Hondo, Cowens, Silas, Jo-Jo, Don Nelson.
I loved that team and they beat the Bucks to win a 12th Championship for the Celtics.
The Bird years.
The Big Three.
And now the new team.
Blown out twice by the Cavs.
Isiah Thomas out for game 3.
Then they fuck Cleveland at home.
An LA friend asked for my prediction.
"Celts in 6."
"How?"
"28-3."
"28-3?"
I can't even remember who the Patriots beat in the Superbowl other than they blew out their lungs and had nothing left for the 4th quarter.
28-3.
Go Green.
Hollywood has no respect for history. Writers redraft the flow of time according to filmgoers' demographics. I don't really mind these idiots placing the discovery of America at the same year as Mel Gibson's APOCALYSO or the non-existence of emperors in GLADIATOR, however the heresy of the most recent STAR TREKs should be considered heresy by Trekkies everywhere.
Firstly they have James T. Kirk born in space rather than Riverside Iowa.
Secondly they destroy the planet Vulcan and kill off Spock's mother because she falls to her death just out of reach of her son.
Spock also has a relationship with Uhuru.
Lastly the Romulan war criminal more resembled a speedfreak skateboarder than an alien from another planet.
But what can you expect from Hollywood?
Of course I watched the movie online.
I hate sitting with fat soda-slurping popcorn eaters.
According to the intro to the original STAR TREK TV series 'Space is the final frontier'.
Captain James T. Kirk and the crew of the Enterprise voyaged through the Cosmos from 1966 to 1969
Several Star Trek series followed the original, but in 2005 ENTERPRISE was not renewed, despite fans raising $32 million to finance another season, and for the last twelve years there hasn't been a Star Trek series ion TV.
Only movies.
This year CBS will broadcast a new Star Trek series; STAR TREK: DISCOVERY set ten years before the original STAR TREK.
Trekkies rejoice.
Live long and prosper.
To see the CBS trailer please go to this URL https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XRVD32rnzOw
I liked old go-go bars.
My first was the 2 O'Clock Lounge in Boston's Combat Zone.
1971.
Drums, bass organ, sax, stripper.
Paradise.
I hate gentlemen clubs.
They have no class. Not like the old school.
According to wikipedia Choucoune is a 19th-century Haitian song composed by Michel Mauléart Monton with lyrics from a poem by Oswald Durand. It was rewritten with English lyrics in the 20th century as Yellow Bird.
One of Oswald Durand's most famous works, the 1883 Choucoune is a lyrical poem that praises the beauty of a Haitian woman of that nickname. Michel Mauléart Monton, an American-born pianist with a Haitian father and American mother composed music for the poem in 1893, appropriating some French and Caribbean fragments to create his tune.
The song Choucoune was first performed in Port-au-Prince on 14 May 14, 1893. It became a popular méringue lente (slow méringue) in Haiti, and was played prominently during the bicentennial celebrations in Port-au-Prince in 1949. Choucoune was recorded by "Katherine Dunham and her Ensemble" for the Decca album "Afro-Caribbean Songs and Rhythms" released in 1946 (with the title spelled as Choucounne), and was first recorded in Haiti by Emerante (Emy) de Pradines for her "Voodoo - Authentic Music of Haiti" album (Remington R-199-151) released in the USA in 1953.
The song also appeared in the 1957 Calypso-exploitation film Calypso Heat Wave, performed by The Tarriers, sung by the group's lead singer, Alan Arkin.
My mother loved this song and sang it often to the delight of my loving father.
To hear YELLOW BIRD - WINSTON GROOVY please go to the following URL
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CfJXxZ1JBDU
In 1982 I spent my first spring in Paris.
I fell in love that season.
Not with a woman, but a city.
The Seine at dawn.
Le Louvre.
Pigalle.
Croissants and crepes.
My friends.
And I still love Paris
Pour toujours.
I love the Maine.
It's the largest state in New England.
The northern border is the Allagash River. South the Piscataway separates the Pine State from the New Hampshire Grants along with thick forests, lakes, and mountains to the west. I've driven from Kittery to Fort Kent in the dead of winter.
Mostly on the back roads guided by a map, but this road sign in South China is all the directions a driver needs to get around the world fast.
But not North China, but there isn't one in Maine.
