VISTAS: An awareness of a range of time, events, or subjects. A broad Mental View.
April 1

"Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly Proclaiming
'Wow...What a Ride!"
- Peter Sage, Entrepreneur and Speaker -


"Great minds have purposes, little minds have wishes."
- Washington Irving -


“The gain in self-confidence of having accomplished a tiresome labour is immense.”
- Arnold Bennett -


Who is the fool, that decided this day to be for fools, the joke was on me and the history gone.


To say I never think of him, to lie to myself isn't what I am about and those who know me know this to be true. Do I think of him and her, yes often, why maybe it's because I never heard anything from his lips, I never saw the good bye in his eyes. Maybe it's that when once I give my love that love is always there until the time comes that the bridge that brought it to me is burned beyond any repair. Maybe


New shoes, can kill the feet
Holiday weekends sure make a mess
but contentment is mine


Oh what kind of fool can I be today?


I feel so confused, so torn, so worn and defeated, it is almost over now.


In Black and White
or in Color
Reality or Fiction
Adventures from the past
or Escapades in the future


There is a grasshopper on your shoulder


That was always the first thing grandpa would say to me on April fools day. And of course I would look.


Speaking of grandpa he was a cantankerous old man We ate chicken noodle soup for lunch every day and pork chops for supper, never a deviation from this diet plan Wheat Chex for breakfast and two chips ahoy cookies when I got off the bus.

I Loved my grandpa.

So many memories abound He was a huge Nixon fan..*Laughing* nearly broke his heart when he resigned Grandpa was a unique man, he smoked a pipe, and lit it with wooden matches. He always wore bibbed overalls. He watched the news and concentration on a black and white TV. Behind his chair were stacks and stacks of newspapers clear to the ceiling. He heated the old house with a coal burning stove and it was my job to carry in the nightly burnings, but not drop a crumb of dust. He was a dairy farmer. And even though he was 71 when I was born (I'm the oldest grandchild) he still milked his cows up until his death. Yes I miss the grasshopper on my shoulder. Grandpa passed away on April 1st 1980


If you are prepared, then you are able to feel confident.
- Robert J. Ringer -