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James Whitcomb Riley (nicknamed Bud)
His mother birthed in him the storyteller and poet. His father, the plain spoken Gospel evangelist/missionary.
True Christmas. At Cinemas. Done Well.
Stars in King and Country Concerts. Surprisingly this feature stayed less than one week at the local cinema. Sprit of anti- Christ at work there. Seats did not sell. Pity. Looked like a very attractive portrayal of the Nativity. Humour. Beautiful song and dance. Antonio Banderas playing King Herod. The baby hater.
Are you a music maker?
Join the broad community Whistle some sweet tune Drum a rhythm on a lid Night time comes too soon. Listen to a guitar strum Hum along with pride You have made the world tad better Music in your stride. Others stick to lists pathetic. No time, so they think. But the better way’s discovered From some chorus, drink.
Bonnie Raitt's Pathway.
The Road The schedule The fatigue The motels and halls Blurred smiles of listeners. Appearance touch ups The aches and pains The solace of the drugs. Seemingly. Awhirl with crazy “monkey friend” But rescue did arrive. Friends Self loathing Quiet hours.. Prayer, and God stepped in. The Mess had fueled the Blues. Oh yeah, a currency Showing up No other way. Ask Bonnie’s pal, John Lee Hooker He knows.
King and Country. Excellent one hour concert of Honest Hope.
At minute 20:30 a segment for doing battle with self control madness and pointlesssness…
Trip to Friends in Port Elgin. On Lake Huron.
Delightful breakfast at Schmidts Restaurant and gift shop. Relaxed place with vintage art and gifts. Delicious breakfast fare always on hand. Good coffees. Friendly people. Several foursomes of retired men. Filled up. Wellesley by the Lake. Short drive northwest of Waterloo. Then time consuming drive up to Lake Huron and Amberley and the Bluewater. Laughingly named Ontario’s West Coast. Highway 21 to Port Elgin. Surprises in store. Not all good ones; but ultimately a happy reunion with an old high school and law school chum. The past reviewed with wiser eyes. His mother Bobbe had been one of my mother’s three best friends. His father had been a reputed Dental Surgeon in London. His wife Julie I had known since Kindergarten. Memories re-examined through wiser eyes. Her Dad also was a dentist. Jim Guest. I had YMCA and summer camp connections with Doctor Jim and his gracious wife Geri and other children Scott and Lorie. On the drive up I enjoyed old favoured songs on CD. Like Carly S