J is for Jumping
Do you know the meaning of your name, and why your parents chose it? Do you think it suits you? What about your children’s names?
Photographers, artists, poets: show us IDENTITY.
My mother named me Danny; not Dan; not Daniel. I think she did this because of a popular tune of the day called “Danny Boy”. The words, as I look back today, mean a lot more than I realized before my mother’s death in 2002. Especially:
——And if you come, and all the flowers are dying
If I am dead, as dead I well may be
I pray you’ll find the place where I am lying
And kneel and say an “Ave” there for me.
And I shall hear, though soft you tread above me
And all my grave will warm and sweeter be
And then you’ll kneel and whisper that you love me
And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me.
- Oh, Danny boy, oh, Danny boy, I love you so.
- Original Lyrics by English Lawyer and Lyricist Fred Weatherly in Bath, Somerset 1910. It’s strange that I was in Bath a couple of years ago.
- On a lighter note, besides my given name of Danny, I been called the following:
- Dan===In Michigan where I grew up. I thought “Dan” was way cooler than “Danny.”
- DJ===Close friends
- Mr. James===People that do not know me. Hello telemarketers. That name is reserved for my Dad.
- Mr. Danny===People here in the South. I though it was a joke at first but it’s not. Just the Southern way!
- You Little Turd!===When my grandmother was tired of me.
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In the comedy “Groundhog Day” Bill Murray experienced the same day again and again, stuck in a time loop until he got the day “right.” What day would you choose to repeat until you got it right? Do you think it’s ever possible to get life “right”?
Photographers, artists, poets: show us REPETITION.
I realized I should never have paid for a ticket to ride this wheel. I realized that I would probably get sick on this wheel. I realized it would stop when I got to the very top of this wheel. I realized when I got off I would ride again on this wheel. I realized I was starting my second time around on this wheel. I realized I would never get off this wheel.
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As I Stare out into the Sea,
I can feel the soft oceans breeze
the warmth from the sun
the grass dances with the whistling wind
the ocean is filled with thoughts
I feel the cool water
the ocean is alive filled with lost souls
washing emotions up onto the shore
My feet sink in the softness of the sand
The ocean is made up of dreams
My mind lies in the heart of the ocean
The rocks are bones
Out in the open the waves settle and
wait for their attack,
I feel as one with the ocean
as the ocean feels like one
with the world.
A lighthouse on Lake Superior. Lake “Gitche Gumee” as the Native Americans call it. Native Americans believe that this lake never gives up those that have perished in it. This lighthouse is still searching for the ore freighter “The Edmund Fitzgerald” which sank on November 10, 1975 killing all 29 crew members.
“They are not dead who live in the hearts they leave behind.”
Cast the movie of your life.
Photographers, artists, poets: show us SUPERSTAR.
Title: The Surrender at Appomattox.
Starring: Leonardo DiCaprio as General Grant. (Me in the picture on the left), and Kate Winslet as the Madam (my wife on the right). Directed by James Cameron. The picture was taken the night before the actual signing of the surrender of the Confederate Army to General Grant on April 9, 1865.
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Pink is worn by Breast Cancer Survivors. 16,000 runners/walkers this year in Raleigh, NC.
Betty finished packing her purse; keys, cell phone, wallet with her credit cards and her Ruger LCR .38 Special Revolver. Her husband, Roger, had purchased if for her with a laser sight since she was not used to firing guns and it would help her during gun safety classes at the local indoor range. It was light weight and compact and fit her hand perfectly. It was also very user-friendly for her and simple for her to clean. The only down side was that it was extremely loud to shoot and made her flinch every time she fired it.
Living in this remote part of North Carolina, Roger had insisted she learn how to use it for self defense. “You never know who lurks in the woods around her. You remember that guy that went missing for over two years and in that time he lived around here and killed two innocent women. They finally caught him behind the dumpster at the Roy Rob store in the early morning scarfing up some garbage that had been thrown out.”
She regretted the marriage from the start. They were married in Atlanta. He was a skilled computer software engineer and she had a good paying job as an administrative assistant for a local drug manufacture. After 3 kids, with Nelson being he youngest, he wanted to go back to “nature”. They bought a small cabin in the remote area in Yadkin county. Her life now consisted of getting Roger up in the morning, feeding him breakfast, taking him to work at the local lumber mill (he couldn’t drive because of two DWI’s). She did all the chores at home including going to the store for supplies; which she was now getting ready to do. She would then pick him up from work; he was already half drunk by then, and take him home so she could prepare dinner. He would have dinner, drink 4 or 5 beers, and then go to bed. It was the same day after day. Their weekends consisted of going to the local bar on Friday and Saturday nights and drinking beer and watching sports on Sunday. She had no girl friends except for the two druggies next door.
She hated her life. She hated Roger. She would love to move back to Atlanta and be near her family. Her sister and mother could help take care of the kids while she looked for employment. Then she would get an apartment and make lots of new girlfriends. Leave Roger here in the boonies by himself and his drinking buddies. But she knew Roger would find her and her life would be even more depressing than it already was.
She loaded her 2 year old son, Nelson, and headed for the local Super Wal-Mart. She needed to buy groceries for the week, some personal items, and of course a couple of cases of beer for Roger.
She put Nelson in front of the cart with her purse and headed down the beer isle. She had just put the first case of beer in the cart when she noticed her son reaching into her purse where she was carrying the gun and it went off with a roar.
When the police arrived she explained that when she noticed her son had his hands in her purse, she reached in to get hold of the gun and it fired one shot, hitting her in the right hand. Luckily, Nelson was not injured.
She fully expected the police to charge her with failure to secure a firearm from a minor, a misdemeanor. But after consulting with the local District Attorney’s office decided not to charge her because she had a legal concealed-carry permit for the gun and was not in violation of the law. The District Attorney said the incident would be similar to a person wearing a holstered gun and a person running up and putting their hands on the weapon, causing it to fire.
Now, if she could just get Roger to put his hands in her purse….Hello Atlanta.
You are receiving an award –- either one that already exists, or a new one created just for you. What would the award be, why are you being honored, and what would you say in your acceptance speech?
Photographers, artists, poets: show us VICTORY.
Danny James become the oldest driver to win a NASCAR sanctioned event at Charlotte Motor Speedway Sunday. Danny, who is 67, passed Jeff Gordon on turn four on the last lap in this 600 mile race.
The race was delayed 30 minutes while Danny’s pit crew squeezed him in his car (below).
The race was delayed again on lap 267 when Danny raised two fingers indicating, not victory, but the fact he had to use the facilities. Once the race resumed Danny made up the lost time in the pits by driving very aggressive for the remainder of the race until the last lap when he passed Jeff Gordon for the win. Just as Danny passed the finish line his car suddenly made a violent right turn and crashed into the retaining wall and totally wrecked his car.
In Danny’s acceptance speech he thanked his pit crew and sponsors. He also thanked the fans for their patience while he went to the bathroom. When asked what made him so fast in the last part of the race and what happened to cause his wreck on the last lap Danny responded that as soon as the restart began he suffered a cramp in his right foot and could not take his foot off the gas. As for the wreck Danny said it was the only way he could stop the damn car.
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What was the last lie you told? Why did you tell it?
Photographers, artists, poets: show us FAKE.
I had promised my daughter to take her to the Sara Duke gardens at Duke University. As we entered the welcome center my daughter ran over to these flowers and after touching one said “But daddy, they’re fake”.