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Into the distance, a ribbon of black
Stretched to the point of no turning back
A flight of fancy on a windswept field
Standing alone my senses reeled
A fatal attraction is holding me fast,
How can I escape this irresistible grasp?

Can’t keep my eyes from the circling sky
Tongue-tied and twisted, just an earth-bound misfit, I

Ice is forming on the tips of my wings
Unheeded warnings, I thought, I thought of everything
No navigator to find my way home
Unladen, empty and turned to stone
A soul in tension that’s learning to fly
Condition grounded but determined to try

Can’t keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I

[Spoken:]
Friction lock – set. Mixture – rich. Propellers – fully forward. Flaps – set – 10 degree. Engine gauges and suction – check
Mixture set to maximum percent – recheck
Flight instruments…
Altimeters – check both
(garbled word) – on
Navigation lights – on
Strobes – on
(to tower): Confirm 3-8-Echo ready for departure
(tower): Hello again, this is now 129.4
(to tower): 129.4. It’s to go.
(tower): You may commence your takeoff, winds over 10 knots.
(to tower): 3-8-Echo
Easy on the brakes. Take it easy. Its gonna roll this time.
Just hand the power gradually, and it…

Above the planet on a wing and a prayer,
My grubby halo, a vapour trail in the empty air,
Across the clouds I see my shadow fly
Out of the corner of my watering eye
A dream unthreatened by the morning light
Could blow this soul right through the roof of the night

There’s no sensation to compare with this
Suspended animation, a state of bliss

Can’t keep my mind from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I

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Happy Birthday, Diggy

Today is February 4th.  Today is also Diggy’s birthday.  For those of you who don’t know, Diggy came into my life when I was five years old and left it when I was forty-four.  He would have been forty-nine today if he had stayed around, but apparently he had somewhere else to be.  I’m pretty sure he’s fishing with his Grandpa Mike on some days, and on others he’s probably busy haunting people.  Or maybe he’s part of the welcoming committee for the likes of David Bowie and Glenn Frey.  Or maybe…oh, I can’t even imagine, or maybe I imagine too much.

I’m a bona fide member of the Dead Sibling Club, and I know I’m in good, albeit sad, company.  If you don’t belong to the club you might be in even better company because you still have all of your siblings.  If you do belong, you totally get the heart-breaking entrance requirements.

Happy Birthday, Diggy.  You live on in so many ways, and yet we miss seeing you.  We toast you at occasions and write dumb blog posts with you as the star.  No words can bring you back, no wishing with all of my might can either.  But even though I can’t see you you’re still a part of my life.  Without you I would have been a completely different person.  Without me you would have had to put up with way less crap.  What are big sisters for?

I don’t know whether to wish Diggy “Rest In Peace” or “Forge On,” but I’m leaning toward the latter.  Forge on, Diggy, and spread your Diggy-ness wherever you are.  Say “hi” to Grandpa Mike for me on your next fishing trip.

Me & Diggy, circa 1968

 

 

 

 

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My Annual Prayer Service

It’s time once again for the annual Salute To Diggy trip to the casino.  As some of you may know, Diggy is my brother who crossed the veil nearly eight years ago.  It seems like it was just yesterday that I saw him; at the same time it seems like it was forever ago that I saw him.  Anyone who has lost a sibling probably knows what I’m talking about.

Diggy had a penchant for the slot machines.  He’d visit the local casinos when he could and had a field day in Vegas.

Every year between the end of January and beginning of February Husby and I go to the casino in honor of Diggy’s birthday.  For me it’s sort of like a yearly visit with him; I’m talking to him in my mind a lot of the time while I’m plugging my money in and spinning the wheels.  I remember him, get things straight with him, ask advice from him, and also plead to him for some good luck.  If anyone could give me good luck at a slot machine it would be Diggy.

I don’t know what people might think of my methods of connecting with my brother.  Some may think I should be spending time in a church instead.  Some may feel I should be floating in a boat at sunset in my attempts to commune.  In my mind, enveloping myself in the darkness, noise, and anonymity of a crowded casino brings me as close to my brother as I can get.

He loved the slots.  I’m pretty sure he’s right there with me when I’m taking chances.  If only I could high-five him when I win big.

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The Getaway

Once upon a time there was a boy and a girl.  One day they put on their traveling clothes all ready for an adventure.  They set out into the white, barren land in which they lived.  Before too long they found themselves in a most beautiful land which was warm and full of color.  They looked at each other and smiled.

A lady from this magical land gave them both an elixir.  They tasted the concoction and it was so delicious they drank it all up.  The lady gave them another, and the boy and girl sipped the elixir as they set out to explore this beautiful, colorful land.

They wandered deeper into the color and sound of this magical place.  They left no breadcrumbs behind for they didn’t care if they ever returned to the place from which they came.  The elixir they drank started to have a strange effect and made the boy and girl feel more adventurous than ever.

Oh the things they saw!  The lights and sounds and colors made the boy and girl feel alive and excited.  When something caught their eyes they would sit and converse.  Yes!  They interacted with lobster fishermen and even ducks!  The wonderful thing about conversing with those who lived in this land was that they paid the boy and girl for spending time with them.  It wasn’t as if they were desperate for company.  No, they were just grateful to have the pleasure of visiting with such nice people like the boy and girl.  After all, the boy and girl were known for their pleasantries and fine manners.

Deeper into the land they went and got glimpses of their pasts.  They met Jed, Jethro, Elly Mae and Granny.  They also met Dorothy, Scarecrow, Tinman, and Cowardly Lion.  The boy and girl thought these characters were long gone from their lives, but in the magical land they came to life and entertained the boy and girl as good hosts and hostesses often do.

All the while the boy and girl were exploring the girl kept expecting to see her brother, who had died from a terrible malady some time ago.  She couldn’t see him, but felt his presence in this swirling atmosphere.  The elixir the girl drank made his presence seem stronger, but still no matter how hard she looked she couldn’t see him.

His presence was all around her though, and she felt it very strongly when she happened across Alfred Hitchcock.  Surely her brother must be near, as she knew he occupied the same space as Mr. Hitchcock.  For a brief moment she wondered, is this strange land heaven?

The boy returned with some more of the elixir and when she drank it her eyes fell upon yet another who could surely find her brother.  Michael Jackson.  The King of Pop.  There he was in the midst of flashing lights, his music blaring.  The girl sat down next to him and though he couldn’t bring her brother to light he entertained her beyond her greatest expectations.  He too, like the others she had visited, gave her money for her company.  Lots of it.  She swooned in the midst of the noise and when he asked her on many occasions “Who’s bad?” she always answered I am!

The girl never found her brother even though she knew he was near.  When the boy met up with her again they feasted upon the most delicious food they could find and in their delirious states they decided it was time to find their way home again.

They vowed to return soon to the magical land of light and sound, to sip the enchanted elixir, and to visit with the inhabitants.  If you ever want to escape the dreariness of your regular life there is a place not too far away where make-believe becomes real, where fuzziness is clarity, and those who share your passion are never far away.  Find it and enjoy it to the hilt.

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Wordless Wednesday

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