That old damned house was built in 1967, by one man's vision and bartering. If he didn't know how to do it, he bartered. He understood masonry, carpentry, plumbing, and roofing, but he wasn't an expert. He was though, an expert electrician. So he bartered. And that bartering built this house for him and his wife, Theresa. I was just ten when I met him. I helped old man Prince put in the furnace. I didn't know what I was doing, I just did what I was told. I guess he thought I was a hard worker because after we installed his furnace, he hired me as his official lawn boy. And during the summer months of 1967, I watched him finish that old damned house.
\America has been stolen. At least that is what many people want us to believe. So, under the protection of the American Flag and the U.S. Constitution, they scream to whoever will listen that we need to take our country back. My question is, from who? No foreign power has invaded our country, no military coup took over our government. So, again, I ask, take back our country from who?
It's been going on for a number of years. In fact, since he was about nine. He fell in love with rap and hip hop. Yep, my oldest son. I did what I could to block it. I played a lot of old R&B tunes and even let him listen to top 40. But he stayed true to his music and stuck with the Rap and Hip Hop. Which wasn't so bad. At first.
The other day, I was channel surfing and ran across an airing of "The Wizard of Oz" on TBS. Whenever I watch this wonderful movie it evokes many fond memories. More than any movie I have ever seen, this one, for me, is synonymous with family. Wonderfully entertaining, it takes back to a simpler, less complicated time.