Issue #134

“the way it was & still should be”

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“THE SCARIEST PREDICTION EVER”

On February 2, 1905, American philosopher and writer (Russianborn) Alissa Zinovievna, better known in the literary world as Ayn Rand, was born in St. Petersburg, died in March 1982 in New York.

THESE WERE HER WORDS:

When you notice that to produce you need to get permission from those who do not produce anything; when you check that money flows to those who do not deal with goods but with favors; when you realize that many become rich by the bribery and for influence more than by your work and that the laws do not protect you against them, but on the contrary, they are the ones who are protected against you; when you discover that corruption is rewarded and honesty becomes a self-sacrifice, then you can assert, without fear of being wrong, that your society is doomed

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Chops 5 Have You Stopped In To See Big Paul, Lately? You Won’t Be Sorry!!!

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1st, if you want me to mention the passing of someone, please email me a pic and a paragraph to the address above. I’ve said many many times, I don’t/can’t remember what people tell me at events. It’s NOT intentional, just the way it is in my life right now, thanks!!!

Does it bother anyone else when someone you don’t know or a person just coming around calls you Bro or Brother? I automatically am leery of that person. There use to be a saying when I was coming up that said, “If you don’t know me, DON’T Bro me!” What makes people think they have the right to call someone that, without knowing that person, and in my opinion, if you call me Bro, you better mean it. For years I’ve called people Brotherman instead of brother. I am saying I recognize you as another male, who rides bikes. (I do allow Christian men to call me brother, as that is Biblical!) But a brother has your back, a brother watches out for you and that has to be seen, but I don’t even know you, so, “It is what it is”!!!

Do you like being “guilt tripped”? I hate it!!! My Momma use to do that to me as a young boy, if I forgot to get her something for any special occasion, she did Daddy that way also, but 1st, where was I to get money for a gift? I mean we were dirt poor. 2ndly, we never got to go to town & we lived 20 miles from the city, as just any old gift wouldn’t suffice her. One morning after her doing me this way, I found 10 pennies and rolled them up and laid them next to her head before I went to school, as a gift, she never mentioned them.

I went through the same thing when I was in the club. “What brother, you don’t love me, you can’t come see me?” Always remember phone lines & highways lead in both directions!!! The worse time for me was when I was getting ready to bring my immediately family to Florida for vacation, to which a club big shot said, “Don’t you think your brothers would like to go on a vacation?” WTH? Get a job!!!

God’s Corner

My father’s parents were Christians, but somehow this did not pass on to my dad. Whatever godliness he had witnessed in his life, he roundly rejected. Mom was a classic “good person” with no clue about what the Gospel really meant. So, when they got married at a very young age, more out of necessity since they were going to have a child, things seemed to go south really fast.

Sometime after I was born, my parents split up. My father was on the run, being hunted by the police for his part in a bar fight. In fact, for quite a while, he hid out in the swamps. But Dad wasn’t homeless; he knew how to live in the wild.

All hope seemed lost. Had their marriage ended there, I could have experienced such brokenness and damage that I would never see, trust, or believe in anything other than the cruelty of this world. But hope for our family arrived just in time in a very crazy way. Thankfully, the Gospel got through to my parents. And boy, did it ever show its power in their lives!

You see, at just the right time, when we were still powerless, Christ died for the ungodly. Romans 5:6

Will you share a story of when someone shared the Gospel with you in a way that impacted you or your family? ~ Willie Robertson

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The Quotes of Steven Wright:

1 - I’d kill for a Nobel Peace Prize.

2 - Borrow money from pessimists -- they don’t expect it back.

3 - Half the people you know are below average.

4 - 99% of lawyers give the rest a bad name.

5 - 82.7% of all statistics are made up on the spot.

6 - A conscience is what hurts when all your other parts feel so good.

7 - A clear conscience is usually the sign of a bad memory.

8 - If you want the rainbow, you got to put up with the rain.

9 - All those who believe in psychokinesis, raise my hand.

10 - The early bird may get the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese.

11 - I almost had a psychic girlfriend, ..... But she left me before we met.

12 - OK, so what’s the speed of dark?

13 - How do you tell when you’re out of invisible ink?

14 - If everything seems to be going well, you have obviously overlooked something.

15 - Depression is merely anger without enthusiasm.

16 - When everything is coming your way, you’re in the wrong lane.

17 - Ambition is a poor excuse for not having enough sense to be lazy.

18 - Hard work pays off in the future; laziness pays off now.

19 - I intend to live forever ... So far, so good.

20 - If Barbie is so popular, why do you have to buy her friends?

21 - Eagles may soar, but weasels don’t get sucked into jet engines.

22 - What happens if you get scared half to death twice?

23 - My mechanic told me, “I couldn’t repair your brakes, so I made your horn louder.”

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24 - Why do psychics have to ask you for your name?

25 - If at first you don’t succeed, destroy all evidence that you tried.

26 - A conclusion is the place where you got tired of thinking.

27 - Experience is something you don’t get until just after you need it.

28 - The hardness of the butter is proportional to the softness of the bread.

29 - To steal ideas from one person is plagiarism; to steal from many is research.

30 - The problem with the gene pool is that there is no lifeguard.

31 - The sooner you fall behind, the more time you’ll have to catch up.

32 - The colder the x-ray table, the more of your body is required to be on it.

33 - Everyone has a photographic memory; some just don’t have film.

34 - If at first you don’t succeed, skydiving is not for you.

35 - If your car could travel at the speed of light, would your headlights work?

I Need A Mirror That Reflects My Soul For That Is The Me That Has Not Grown Old

A man on the street in Freer, Texas 1937. I’m not sure what his story is but it certainly looks like he might have one or two! Possibly a lawman of some variety.

Taken by Carl Mydans for Life magazine.

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A Lifetime To A Twenty Five Year Old.

Twenty five years. The time it takes to grow a palm tree? The duration of a great relationship? A lifetime to a twenty five year old? The latter is in fact true. Not too sure about the two formers. Twenty six years ago I overheard a phone conversation between my bride, Donn, and our beautiful sister-in- law, Vita, and it went something like this. (Imagine Charley Brown’s teacher speaking). Blah, Blah, Blah, Donna puts her hand over the phone and says, “Your brother bought a bike”. More Blah, Blah, Blah.

This, of coarse sets my Spidey senses into full motion. I said, “What kind is it”? Her reply, “I don’t know”. Between more of Charley’s teacher’s Blah, Blah, Blah, I quickly quipped back, “What year is it”? Again with the hand, “I don’t know”. You beginning to see the pattern? “Well what color is it”? One last “I don’t know”, and my inquisition was over. You can’t just fling out a comment like “Your brother just bought a bike” and not ask the obvious few questions. I guess that’s why they say men are from Mars and women are from Venus. (For those you who haven’t read the book of the same title, it’s a great read).

The phone call ends and I still don’t have the answers to my three vital questions. Well, vital to me at least. She puts the last nail in the proverbial coffin, at least as far as this conversation was concerned with “Oh, your brother wants to come up for Biketoberfest in October. (This would have been Biketoberfest Nineteen Ninety Eight”. He made the treck up from West Palm Beach and our first real bike event participation began. We know most of the bike event hot spots having lived here for a couple of decades at that time and had experienced these events for awhile.

So, like a good host, and an Awesome little brother, we navigated our way to the hot spots in our Nineteen Ninety Five mini van with Mike and his new Harley Davidson Softail Custom in tow. (Biketoberfest in a mini van. Almost as embarassing to think about as it is to blurt it out load. Uh, Oh. I just did)! Main Street, Iron Horse Saloon, Cabbage Patch, El Diablo, (No Name Saloon), Thrashers, (Tailgators), and of

coarse, Pub Forty Four, (Half Wall Beer House). Have to admit, unless and until you’ve been out and about during one of these events, you have no idea how many people and bikes are involved. And just how much fun all of the sights and sounds offered. The music, the bikes, and the contests, Wow! Nor did Donna and I realize just how much it impacted and impressed us both, but we would find out on Sunday.

O.K., fast forward to Sunday. My brother is repacking his stuff to reverse the treck back to Palm Beach. During our good byes, Donna mentioned she had to make a run to Publix and Mike would probably be gone before she got back. And then it happened! The statement heard around the world! The next syllable to be uttered was “Take the bike, I’ll wait”. “What, I’m not taking your new bike. I haven’t been on a bike in awhile”. Well, long story short, you don’t tell your big brother no so we took the bike which was only a five mile or so round trip. We landed safely back onto the driveway about twenty minutes or so later, last good byes, and he was off.

Here comes the impact and impression. No sooner did his taillight disappear around the corner from our house, she turned, pointed her finger and said, “You have until Bike Week to find us one of those”. I had the green light that all of us guys crave! All of us Mars dwelling, knuckle dragging guys know exactly how important it is to get the green light! For anything! I don’t care if it’s a boat, a car, a firearm, or yes, even a bike! The search lead us all the way down to Lantana, Fla. where we stumbled onto a Nineteen Ninety Seven Harley Softail Springer “Bad Boy”, which we still have and ride regularly today. This was late February Nineteen Ninety Nine.

I included this line in an article to this great mag, (July 2019), but it bears repeating ,”If I live to be a hundred years old, God willing, that sill wouldn’t be enough time to thank my big brother for that experience”.

Thanks, Mike. My how time flies. And that was only a quarter of a century ago, or... A Lifetime to a Twenty Five Year Old.

Gregg Riggle

Clifford and Daisy May were married for many years. Whenever there was a confrontation, yelling could be heard deep into the night. Clifford would shout, “When I die, I’ll dig my way up and out of the grave and come back and haunt you for the rest of your life ol’ woman!!”

Neighbors feared him. Old Clifford liked the fact that he was feared. He died at the ripe old age of 98.

After the burial, Daisy May’s neighbors, concerned for her safety, asked, “Aren’t you afraid that he may indeed be able to dig his way out of the grave and haunt you for the rest of your life?”

She replied, “LET HIM DIG. I HAD HIM BURIED UPSIDE DOWN...AND I KNOW HE WON’T ASK FOR DIRECTIONS.”

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“Don’t Forget To Broke For Sturgis Party 8/3”

The BEST Around

Keith Richards 1945

Hal Roach, on the Our Gang’ kids: “I’ve seen Cary Grant sit and watch those kids for half an hour at a time and marvel at their ability to convey an idea. They were natural little actors. Farina [Allen Clayton Hoskins] could cry big tears in twenty seconds. You’d think his heart was breaking. And one moment later he’d be back playing again. They were a special kind of child. Today you’d have to have a contest to find one like them. They talked and acted exactly like children really do. And that’s what made ‘Our Gang’ so popular.”

Roach had frequently told the story of sitting in his office in 1921 and watching some kids playing in a nearby lot. The kids were playfully arguing over a stick as if were the most important thing in the world. He realized that he had been fascinated over their antics and was amazed to realize he’d failed how much time had passed watching these kids at play. That led to the idea for the “Our Gang” comedies, which became-after Harold Lloyd (who’d soon leave for independent production)-Roach’s most profitable property, and, with innumerable cast changes, the longest running short series in Hollywood history (sold to MGM in 1937 and continuing through 1944).

Most of the big stars on the Roach lot, including Stan Laurel, Oliver Hardy, and Charley Chase, used their own names in their pictures. Many of the supporting players did the same. According to Stan Laurel, they couldn’t be replaced by other, less expensive actors this way. When Hal Roach died at the age of 100, he had outlived many of the children who starred in his “Our Gang” films of the 1920s and 30s. “In those days, there was one secret to making good comedy. If it made the audience laugh, it was a good comedy.”

Look At Those Shoes!!!

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Eric Clapton With His Mom, 1964

Today’s Kids Use Smart Phones, Smart Watches & Smart Water. I Don’t Want Nothing To Do With Anything Smart. ~ Si

The 1st Time I Heard Of These Cats Outside Of Woodstock Was When They Opened For Bad Finger At Robert’s Stadium In Evansville, IN And Bad Finger, When They Came Out To Play, They Lost The Crowd, As Canned Heat Had That Place Rocking. Bad Finger Just Rocked The Crowd To Sleep, And People Left The Scene

RIP Boys

Three

Of My Children Boo, Bucky & Sis

EDENTON, NORTH CAROLINA

Bessie Stringfield was born around 1911 in Edenton, North Carolina. She began her biking journeys after purchasing her first motorcycle at 16 years old. And throughout life, Bessie would take multiple long distance trips across the U.S, eventually riding through all 48 lower states.

“If you had black skin you couldn’t find a place to stay. I knew the Lord would take care of me and He did. If I found black folks, I’d stay with them. If not, I’d sleep at filling stations on my motorcycle.”

Then during WWII, she became a civilian courier for the US Army, where Bessie took documents between domestic army bases, riding her own Harley-Davidson from base to base.

She was inducted into the Motorcycle Hall of Fame in 2002.

Penny auction at foreclosed Michigan farm (1936). At penny auctions farmers would conspire to offer low bids, resulting in a low return to the creditor. The final buyer would then return the property to the destitute farmer. Hangman nooses served as a warning to squirrely bidders.

Take Me Back

Heavens to Mergatroyd!

The other day a not so elderly (I say 75) lady said something to her son about driving a Jalopy; and he looked at her and said, “What the heck is a Jalopy?” He had never heard of the word jalopy! She knew she was old ...But not that old.

Well, I hope you are Hunky Dory when you read this and chuckle. About a month ago, I illuminated some old expressions that have become obsolete because of the inexorable march of technology. These phrases included: Don’t touch that dial; Carbon copy; You sound like a broken record; and Hung out to dry. Back in the olden days we had a lot of moxie . We’d put on our best bib and tucker, to straighten up and fly right.

Heavens to Betsy!

Gee whillikers!

Jumping Jehoshaphat!

Holy Moley!

We were in like Flynn and living the life of Riley ; and even a regular guy couldn’t accuse us of being a knucklehead, a nincompoop or a pill. Not for all the tea in China!

Back in the olden days, life used to be swell, but when’s the last time anything was swell? Swell has gone the way of beehives, pageboys and the D.A.; of spats, knickers, fedoras, poodle skirts, saddle shoes, and pedal pushers.

Oh, my aching back! Kilroy was here, but he isn’t anymore. We wake up from what surely has been just a short nap, and before we can say, “Well, I’ll be a monkey’s uncle!” Or, “This is a fine kettle of fish!”

We discover that the words we grew up with, the words that seemed omnipresent, as oxygen, have vanished with scarcely a notice from our tongues and our pens and our keyboards.

Poof, go the words of our youth. Where have all those great phrases gone?

Long gone: Pshaw, The milkman did it. Hey! It’s your nickel. Don’t forget to pull the chain. Knee high to a grasshopper.

Well, Fiddlesticks! Going like sixty. I’ll see you in the funny papers. Don’t take any wooden nickels. Wake up and smell the roses. It turns out there are more of these lost words and expressions than Carter has liver pills.

This can be disturbing stuff! (Carter’s Little Liver Pills are gone too!)

Leaves us to wonder where Superman will find a phone booth. See ya later, alligator! After a while crocodile. Oki-Doki artichokey

Recently, in a large city in France, a poster featuring a young, thin, and tan woman appeared in the window of a gym.It read: “This summer, do you want to be a mermaid or a whale?”?

A middle-aged woman, whose physical characteristics did not match those of the woman pictured on the poster, responded publicly to the question posed by the gym. She had a whale of a lot to say: “To Whom It May Concern?

Whales are always surrounded by friends: dolphins, sea lions, and curious humans. They have an active sex life, get pregnant, and have adorable baby whales. They enjoy stuffing themselves with shrimp, playing and swimming in the sea, and visiting wonderful places like Patagonia, the Bering Sea, and the coral reefs of Polynesia.

Whales are wonderful singers and have even recorded CDs. ?They are incredible creatures and virtually have no predators other than humans. They are loved, protected, and admired by almost everyone in the world.?

Mermaids don’t exist.If they did exist, they would be lining up outside the offices of psychoanalysts due to their identity crisis. Fish or human would prove quite a quandary for even the most skilled of therapists. They don’t have a sex life because they kill men who get close to them, not to mention how could they have sex? Just look at them … where is IT? Therefore, they don’t have kids either. Not to mention, who wants to get close to a girl who smells like a fish store??

P.S. We are in an age when the media attempts to convince us that only skinny people are beautiful. I prefer to enjoy ice cream with my kids, a good dinner with a man who makes me shiver, and good chocolate with my friends. With time, we gain weight because we accumulate so much information and wisdom in our heads that when there is no more room, it distributes out to the rest of our bodies. So we aren’t heavy, we are enormously cultured, educated, and happy.?

PAUL HARVEY’S LETTER TO HIS GRANDCHILDREN

We tried so hard to make things better for our kids that we made them worse. For my grandchildren, I’d like better. I’d really like for them to know about hand me down clothes and homemade ice cream and leftover meat loaf sandwiches.. I really would.

I hope you learn humility by being humiliated, and that you learn honesty by being cheated.

I hope you learn to make your own bed and mow the lawn and wash the car.

And I really hope nobody gives you a brand new car when you are sixteen.

It will be good if at least one time you can see puppies born and your old dog put to sleep.

I hope you get a black eye fighting for something you believe in. I hope you have to share a bedroom with your younger brother/sister. And it’s all right if you have to draw a line down the middle of the room, but when he wants to crawl under the covers with you because he’s scared, I hope you let him.

When you want to see a movie and your little brother/sister wants to tag along, I hope you’ll let him/her.

I hope you have to walk uphill to school with your friends and that you live in a town where you can do it safely.

On rainy days when you have to catch a ride, I hope you don’t ask your driver to drop you two blocks away so you won’t be seen riding with someone as uncool as your Mom.

If you want a slingshot, I hope your Dad teaches you how to make one instead of buying one.

I hope you learn to dig in the dirt and read books. When you learn to use computers, I hope you also learn to add and subtract in your head.

I hope you get teased by your friends when you have your first crush

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on a boy / girl, and when you talk back to your mother that you learn what ivory soap tastes like.

May you skin your knee climbing a mountain, burn your hand on a stove and stick your tongue on a frozen flagpole.

I don’t care if you try a beer once, but I hope you don’t like it... And if a friend offers you dope or a joint, I hope you realize he/she is not your friend.

I sure hope you make time to sit on a porch with your Grandma/Grandpa and go fishing with your Uncle.

May you feel sorrow at a funeral and joy during the holidays. I hope your mother punishes you when you throw a baseball through your neighbor’s window and that she hugs you and kisses you at Christmas time when you give her a plaster mold of your hand.

These things I wish for you - tough times and disappointment, hard work and happiness. To me, it’s the only way to appreciate life.

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IDIOTS ABOUND—This

is an L.A. Huffman photo of D.J. O’Malley, 1868 - 1943. O’Malley was raised at Fort Keogh and, as a boy, worked for the N Bar N Ranch north of Miles City, where he got the moniker “The N Bar N Kid.”

O’Malley also worked for the FUF, was a deputy sheriff in old Milestown -- then one of the roughest cowtowns in the West -- did a stint as a prison guard at Deer Lodge, was a five-mile state roller skating champion and penned the poem “After the Roundup” which was made into a famous song with a new title: “When the Work’s All Done This Fall.”

This photo appeared in a recent “old West” Facebook group, where keyboard clowns attacked him as a phony because he wasn’t wearing a “real cowboy hat,” his chaps had fleece on them, and mostly because there were no visible cartridges on his gun belt. One dummy suggested he was a “Barney Fife.”

If we could activate quantum physics and send these numbskulls back to 1890, I can guarantee none of these wannabes would be making these accusations to D.J. O’Malley’s face.

But there is a bigger point here. Fools look at the belt and laugh because they see no cartridges in the loops.

Don’t they realize the cartridges that matter are in the gun?

This spirit of mockery has been around since the Fall in the Garden of Eden. Christ was mocked while on the cross and slapped by Roman soldiers who taunted him by saying, “Tell us who slapped you if you are a prophet.”

Mockery is the merry-go-round of a simple mind with ego as the carnival barker.

Laugh at the man without cartridges on display at your own peril. The rock has rolled, the tomb is empty, and the cartridges are in the gun.

Richard

The Mad Man

Garito 1954-2024

Rest In Peace My Friend

I first met Rich @ OB’s when he was helping people to register for the Bike Shows there. Then he started showing up for our church services & Freedom Rides & we got close. He loved riding!!! His last words to me were, “Remember, the next long trip you take, I want to go with you.” That day he broke his ankle on a new bike.

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A rare photo of comedian Redd Foxx with his older brother Fred G. Sanford Jr. Redd Foxx made sure that the executives for the show Sanford and Son allowed him to name his character so that he could honor the memory of his brother, Fred, who’d died before the show premiered.