This morning while laid back listening to some of the songs I have on several flash drives
and kind of in that dream state one gets in..at such times,
this old Merle haggard tune came on.
It took me back as such songs tend to do and I remembered a time in L.A.
and a family recently put out of their home and staying on the street,
three kids ..a dog and a car for shelter.
Good news was that they were not addicts or drunks like some of us and after a few days the…
Added by Michael Johnson on July 13, 2018 at 2:07am — No Comments
The Hidden Apaches
(Apache Indians in the Mountains by Henry Farny ca 1900, Courtesy National Archives)
This post begins a series of historical stories about the Apaches hidden in the Sierra Madre of Mexico, some say to this day, and provides some of the historical background for the novel Knight’s Odyssey and a novel to follow.
The Apaches called the Sierra Madre Mountains in Mexico the “Blue Mountains”. There were several bands of Apaches who called the Blue Mountains…Continue
Added by Michael Johnson on July 9, 2018 at 11:55pm — No Comments
"What Made America Famous?"
It was the town that made America famous.
The churches full and the kids all gone to hell.
Six traffic lights and seven cops and all the streets kept clean.
The supermarket and the drug store and the bars all doing well.
They were the folks that made America famous.
The local fire department stocked with shorthaired volunteers.
And on Saturday night while America boozes
The fire department showed dirty movies,…
Added by Michael Johnson on June 21, 2018 at 1:06am — No Comments
Now each of us from time to time, has gazed upon the sea.
And watched the warships pulling out, to keep this country free.
And most of us have read a book, or heard a lusty tale.
About the men who sail these ships, through lightening, wind and hail.
But there's a place within each ship, that legend fails to reach.
It's down below the waterline, it takes a living toil-
A hot metal living hell, that sailors call the "HOLE".
It houses engines run by…Continue
Added by Michael Johnson on June 5, 2018 at 2:10am — No Comments
Bless -us all..Bless-us all..the long an' the short an' the tall...lookin' back at you from that wall..for you a wall of tears...of regrets...for us a wall of honor...behind it we stand proud...we died for Country ...we died for you our love is forever..grass roots to cloud. So when you stand here... dry those tears...for we are smiling back at you...laughing with you not with sadness..with pride..bless-um' all..bless-um'all....…Continue
"Manny" and I spent several days just outside of Apache Junction at a place his parents owned
generally just doing nothing constructive just goofing off ..we had met in Vietnam and as our DEROS dates were close said we'd get together here in M ay of 68.."Manny" a Chiricahua Apache or as he said it…
Added by Michael Johnson on May 24, 2018 at 2:04am — No Comments
We have been gay going our way
Life has been beautiful, we have been young
After you've gone, life will go on
Like an old song that we've sung
When I grow too old to dream
I'll have you to remember
When I grow too old to dream
Your love will live in my heart
So kiss me my sweet
And so let us part
And when I grow too old to dream
That kiss will live in my heart
After you've gone life will go on
Time will be tenderly…
Added by Michael Johnson on May 17, 2018 at 2:10am — No Comments
Your children grow from you apart,
Afar and still afar;
And yet it should rejoice your heart
To see how glad they are;
In school and sport, in work and play,
And last, in wedded bliss
How others claim with joy to-day
The lips you used to kiss.
Your children distant will become,
And wide the gulf will grow;
The lips of loving will be dumb,
The trust you used to know
Will in another's heart repose,
Another's voice will…
Added by Michael Johnson on May 7, 2018 at 10:04pm — No Comments
Saskatchewan two days out from Fond Du Lac
Walking all day.. timber and muskeg.mostly came on a lake at
early evening stays light long this far north.
Caught a 3 pound trout for dinner after which built a small lean-to
type shelter a hundred or so yards from the lake and settled down
for the night.
Finally dark enough to really call night around midnight with no moon
but with no artificial light source the stars and especially the Milky…
Added by Michael Johnson on May 3, 2018 at 3:00am — No Comments
For a while
the only earth that Sloopy knew
was in her sandbox.
Two rooms on Fifty-fifth Street
were her domain.
Every night she’d sit in the window
among the avocado plants
waiting for me to come home
(my arms full of canned…
Added by Michael Johnson on May 2, 2018 at 1:54am — No Comments
Live your life that the fear of death
can never enter your heart.
Trouble no one about his religion.
Respect others in their views
and demand that they respect yours.
Love your life, perfect your life,
beautify all things in your life.
Seek to make your life long
and of service to your people.
Prepare a noble death song for the day
when you go over the great divide.
Always give a word or sign of salute when meeting
or passing a…
Added by Michael Johnson on April 26, 2018 at 12:12am — No Comments
Back in my bad old days my addiction caused
much pain to those who loved me and
to those who did not..equally so it's said.
And part of staying clean and sober..
once I put the bottle down-was
One thing learned was that in some cases the
damage done is not repairable and that attempting to do so
can cause far more pain than the original act.
Hence the Serenity Prayer
God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I…Continue
Added by Michael Johnson on April 25, 2018 at 7:58pm — No Comments
As a child i was taught indirectly
to fear God.
Sunday School teachers would tell tales
of burning in hell and being taken over
for disobeying Gods word.
As a teenager my parents would tell me
about those thrown into the pit
for their sins-
like smoking ..drinking..sexual thoughts
all of which I was guilty of..now and then
funny how neither of them ever attended church.
The more people preached against something…
Added by Michael Johnson on April 15, 2018 at 2:00am — No Comments
When I was a child my family would travel
Down to Western Kentucky where my parents were born
And there's a backwards old town that's often remembered
So many times that my memories are worn.
What path will you choose today?
light or dark
crooked or straight
sandy or rocky..
When you stand at a crossroad
do you care which one you choose
does it really matter?
I like a path that climbs..leads up,
be it desert or mountain pass
climbing up..higher..higher where
only Eagles fly..and snow clings
Sometimes I like the desert
in the early spring.
Wildflowers bloom then,
water holes are full and…
I am posting this as it's important in my view
This one of the few places in America where the result of global Warming is pronounced
and there for all to see..it's still a beautiful park but for those who saw it like I did forty+ years ago they will notice the change.
This was where a bear (don't know the type) while camping at night took off with my sleeping bag
(with me in it) fortunately no harm done-but that was a good down bag. FYI y…
Added by Michael Johnson on March 23, 2018 at 12:51am — No Comments
Заха́рия Си́тчин (in Russian)
Born July 11, 1920
Baku, Azerbaijan SSR
Died October 9, 2010 (aged 90)
New York City, U.S.
Citizenship United States
Education London School of Economics, University of…
BY JOHN KOSTER
Cheyenne and Lakota women also took up arms.
When the Crows sent some 175 warriors to join Brigadier General George Crook on campaign in 1876, one warrior carried no rifle— only a belt knife and a coup stick made of a willow wand. The Crow war party and Shoshone warriors, both U.S. allies against the Lakotas and Cheyennes, covered Crook’s confusion at the June 17, 1876, Battle of the Rosebud and probably staved off outright defeat. The warrior with the willow…Continue
Added by Michael Johnson on March 18, 2018 at 1:59am — No Comments
The White Mans Foot
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
In his lodge beside a river,
Close beside a frozen river,
Sat an old man, sad and lonely.
White his hair was as a snow-drift;
Dull and low his fire was burning,
And the old man shook and trembled,
Folded in his Waubewyon,
In his tattered white-skin-wrapper,
Hearing nothing but the tempest
As it roared along the forest,
Seeing nothing but the snow-storm,
As it whirled and…
Added by Michael Johnson on March 14, 2018 at 3:11am — No Comments