Day 221 – I Have my Loyalties

I Have my Loyalties

Day 222

From a Buick 6 by Bob Dylan

I got this graveyard woman, you know she keeps my kid
But my soulful mama, you know she keeps me hid
She’s a junkyard angel and she always gives me bread
Well, if I go down dyin’ you know she bound to put a blanket on my bed.

Well, when the pipeline gets broken and I’m lost on the river bridge
I’m cracked up on the highway and on the water’s edge
She comes down the thruway ready to sew me up with thread
Well, if I go down dyin’ you know she bound to put a blanket on my bed.

Well, she don’t make me nervous, she don’t talk too much
She walks like Bo Diddley and she don’t need no crutch
She keeps this four-ten all loaded with lead
Well, if I go down dyin’ you know she bound to put a blanket on my bed.

Well, you know I need a steam shovel mama to keep away the dead
I need a dump truck baby to unload my head
She brings me everything and more, and just like I said
Well, if I go down dyin’ you know she bound to put a blanket on my bed.

I have a Buick.  In fact, I have owned 3 Buick’s.  Not those little Skylark Buicks.  No, I like the big kind.  The LeSabre, the Park Avenue.  They have that 3800 engine that goes and goes and room enough the kids aren’t touching.  The current Buick?  It has a console that divides the kids – and that is one of the two things that really sold the car to me.  Forget the heated leather seats, the heads up display and the On Star — my kids are separated and that is priceless on a long trip….

Day 160 – I am Afraid Your Car is Wet, Barry.

I am Afraid Your Car is Wet, Barry.

Day 160

Souls And Rain-Drops by Sidney Lanier

Light rain-drops fall and wrinkle the sea,
Then vanish, and die utterly.
One would not know that rain-drops fell
If the round sea-wrinkles did not tell.

So souls come down and wrinkle life
And vanish in the flesh-sea strife.
One might not know that souls had place
Were’t not for the wrinkles in life’s face.

Day 72

Day 72 – What an AWESOME day!  We started out the day serving others in Three Rivers with our peeps from Riverside Church serving others – our group was at a BP gas station washing windshields and pumping gas.  Michael and Sami also threw away people’s car trash for them.  After one hour, Sami and I headed over to Skidmore Park to pick up the trash festival goers threw all over the ground.  Then back to the church for a wienie roast.  Mmmmm!

We all then walked to the main drag to take a look at the slick autos brought in for the car show.  Zowee!  What a lot of fabulous rebuilt, restored and shiny shiny cars!  I had a heck of a time stopping myself from shooting every single one of them!  I took a vote at my facebook page for the shot of the day and the 1962 Impala was the choice!

Tonight the kids and I headed back to watch the fireworks show and it was fantabulous!  I sat on a grassy hill with our blanket and watched people while the kids took in the midway.  I noted all of the sights and sounds and the general amount of humanity milling about.  People are interesting; scary sometimes, funny sometimes but always interesting…

Here is a slide show of the rest of my shots.

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