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Amazing, Eva. Well, I guess we can say that the slate has been updated, right listeners?

Well, I have things that I must do. Later all.

TEACHER APPLICANT

Let me see if I've got this right. You want me to go
into that room with all those kids and fill their
every waking moment with a love for learning. Not
only that, I'm supposed to instill a sense of pride
in their ethnicity, behaviorally modify disruptive
behavior, observe them for signs of abuse and
T-shirt messages.

I am to fight the war on drugs and sexually transmitted diseases,
check their backpacks for guns and raise their self-esteem. I'm
to teach them patriotism, good citizenship, sportsmanship and fair
play, how and where to register to vote, how to balance a
checkbook and how to apply for a job.

I am to check their heads occasionally for lice, maintain a safe
environment, recognize signs of potential antisocial behavior, offer
advice, write letters of recommendation for student employment and
scholarships, encourage respect for the cultural diversity of others,
and, oh yeah, always make sure that I give the girls in my class
50 percent of my attention.

I'm required by my contract to be working on my own time summer
and evenings at my own expense toward advance certification and
a master's degree; and after school, I am to attend committee and
faculty meetings and participate in staff development training to
maintain my employment status.


I am to be a paragon of virtue larger than life, such that my very
presence will awe my students into being obedient and respectful of
authority. I am to pledge allegiance to supporting family values, a
return to the basics, and to my current administration. I am to
incorporate technology into the learning, and monitor all Web sites
while providing a personal relationship with each student. I am to
decide who might be potentially dangerous and/or liable to commit
crimes in school or who is possibly being abused, and I can be sent
to jail for not mentioning these suspicions.

I am to make sure all students pass the state and federally mandated
testing and all classes, whether or not they attend school on a regular
basis or complete any of the work assigned. Plus, I am expected to
make sure that all of the students with handicaps are guaranteed a
free and equal education, regardless of their mental or physical
handicap. I am to communicate frequently with each student's
parent by letter, phone, newsletter and grade card.

I'm to do all of this with just a piece of chalk, a computer, a few
books, a bulletin board, a 45 minute more-or-less plan time and a
big smile, all on a starting salary that qualifies my family for food
stamps in many states. Is that all? And you want me to do all of
this and expect me...

NOT TO PRAY?

Sorry, Bob. I couldn't hear what you were writing, 'cause the roofers are making a lot of noise.

That was one great op.ed, however. What a mess our public schools are in. On whom shall we blame it? let's put the blame on England. <smile>

After all, listeners, we learned all we know today from the Brits.

Here's a little Willie for Diane and dys:

Red Headed Stranger

The red-headed stranger from Blue Rock, Montana,
Rode into town one day.
And under his knees was a ragin' black stallion,
And walkin' behind was a bay.
The red-headed stranger had eyes like the thunder,
And his lips, they were sad and tight.
His little lost love lay asleep on the hillside,
And his heart was heavy as night.
Don't cross him, don't boss him.
He's wild in his sorrow:
He's ridin' an' hidin his pain.
Don't fight him, don't spite him;
Just wait till tomorrow,
Maybe he'll ride on again.

A yellow-haired lady leaned out of her window,
An' watched as he passed her way.
She drew back in fear at the sight of the stallion,
But cast greedy eyes on the bay.
But how could she know that this dancin' bay pony,
Meant more to him than life.
For this was the horse that his little lost darlin',
Had ridden when she was his wife.

Don't cross him, don't boss him.
He's wild in his sorrow:
He's ridin' an' hidin his pain.
Don't fight him, don't spite him;
Just wait till tomorrow,
Maybe he'll ride on again.

The yellow-haired lady came down to the tavern,
An' looked up the stranger there.
He bought her a drink, an' he gave her some money,
He just didn't seem to care.
She followed him out as he saddled his stallion,
An' laughed as she grabbed at the bay.
He shot her so quick, they had no time to warn her,
She never heard anyone say:

"Don't cross him, don't boss him.
"He's wild in his sorrow:
"He's ridin' an' hidin his pain.
"Don't fight him, don't spite him;
"Just wait till tomorrow,
"Maybe he'll ride on again."

The yellow-haired lady was buried at sunset;
The stranger went free, of course.
For you can't hang a man for killin' a woman,
Who's tryin' to steal your horse.
This is the tale of the red headed stranger,
And if he should pass your way,
Stay out of the path of the ragin' black stallion,
And don't lay a hand on the bay.

Don't cross him, don't boss him.
He's wild in his sorrow:
He's ridin' an' hidin his pain.
Don't fight him, don't spite him;
Just wait till tomorrow,
Maybe he'll ride on again.

But, my friends. Diane has made a believer outta dys.

i wonder if Willie recorded this oldie by the late Peter Tosh:

Legalize it
Don't criticize it
Legalize it, yeah, yeah
And I will advertise it

Some call it tamjee
Some call it the weed
Some call it Marijuana
Some of them call it Ganja

Nevermind, got to legalize it
Don't criticize it
Legalize it, yeah, yeah
And I will advertise it

Singers smoke it
And players of instrument, too
Legalize it, yeah, yeah
That's the best thing you can do

Doctors smoke it
Nurses smoke it
Judges smoke it
Even the laywers too

So you've got to legalize it
Don't criticize it
Legalize it, yeah, yeah
And I will advertise it

It's good for the flu
It's good for asthma
Good for tuberculosis
Even numara thrombosis

Got to legalize it
Don't criticize it
Legalize it, yeah, yeah
And I will advertise it

Birds eat it
Ants love it
Fowls eat it
Cooks love to bake with it

So you've got to legalize it
Don't criticize it
Legalize it, yeah, yeah
And I will advertise it

Love it, Yit.

Well, folks, we have poppies, hemp, roses, birds of paradise, anything that grows. What you like this radio's got it.

WHITNEY HOUSTON

The Queen Of The Night

I've got the stuff that you want
I've got the thing that you need
I've got more than enough
to make you drop to your knees
'Cause I'm the queen of the night
The queen of the night
Oh yeah, Oh yeah, Oh yeah, Yeah

Don't make no difference if I'm wrong or I'm right
I've got the feeling & I'm willing tonight
Well I ain't nobody's angel
What can I say?
Well I'm just that way
Hey, hey

I've got the stuff that you want
I've got the thing that you need
I've got more than enough
to make you drop to your knees
'Cause I'm the queen of the night
The queen of the night
Oh yeah, Oh yeah, Just say it, say it, say it
'Cause I'm the queen of the night
The queen of the night
Oh yeah, Oh yeah, Oh yeah, Yeah

You've got a problem with the way that I am
They say I'm trouble and I don't give a damn
But when I'm bad, I know I'm better
I just wanna get loose
And turn it up for you, baby

I've got the stuff that you want
I've got the thing that you need




I've got more than enough
to make you drop to your knees
'Cause I'm the queen of the night
The queen of the night
Oh yeah, Oh yeah, Just say it, say it again
'Cause I'm the queen of the night
The queen of the night
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Yeah (Oh yeah)

[Guitar solo]

I've got the stuff that you want
I've got the thing that you need
I've got more than enough
to make you drop to your knees
'Cause I'm the queen of the night
The queen of the night
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh oh, Say it again
'Cause I'm the queen of the night
The queen of the night
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Yeah
'Cause I'm the queen of the night
The queen of the night
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah yeah
'Cause I'm the queen of the night
The queen of the night
Oh yeah
Oh yeah

Well, my goodness, listeners. Not one word from McTag on Robert the Bruce, but I think that Eva's son may have done this:





Bruce and the Spider
(Scotland)
HUNDREDS of years ago there was a king of Scotland and his name was Robert the Bruce. It was a good thing that he was both brave and wise, because the times in which he lived were wild and dangerous. The King of England was at war with him, and had led a great army into Scotland to drive him out of the land and to make Scotland a part of England.
Battle after battle he had fought with England. Six times Robert the Bruce had led his brave little army against his foes. Six times his men had been beaten, until finally they were driven into flight. At last the army of Scotland was entirely scattered, and the king was forced to hide in the woods and in lonely places among the mountains.
One rainy day, Robert the Bruce lay in a cave, listening to the rainfall outside the cave entrance. He was tired and felt sick at heart, ready to give up all hope. It seemed to him that there was no use for him to try to do anything more.
As he lay thinking, he noticed a spider over his head, getting ready to weave her web. He watched her as she worked slowly and with great care. Six times she tried to throw her thread from one edge of the cave wall to another. Six times her thread fell short.
"Poor thing!" said Robert the Bruce. "You, too, know what it's like to fail six times in a row."
But the spider did not lose hope. With still more care, she made ready to try for a seventh time. Robert the Bruce almost forgot his own troubles as he watched, fascinated. She swung herself out upon the slender line. Would she fail again? No! The thread was carried safely to the cave wall, and fastened there.
"Yes!" cried Bruce, "I, too, will try a seventh time!"
So he arose and called his men together. He told them of his plans, and sent them out with hopeful messages to cheer the discouraged people. Soon there was an army of brave men around him. A seventh battle was fought, and this time the King of England was forced to retreat back to his own country.
It wasn't long before England recognized Scotland as an independent country with Robert the Bruce as its rightful king.
And to this very day, the victory and independence of Scotland is traced to a spider who kept trying again and again to spin her web in a cave and inspired the king of Scotland, Robert the Bruce.

This little story was written by a child complete with pictures, but I can't supply the links because the stylus was not available.

Another one of our legendary heroes was Rob Roy McGregor.

Have you heard of him? That name comes from the gaelic language; Robert Ruaidh or "Red Robert" became Rob Roy in English. I daresay he was a redhead.

Another factoid from your caledonian correspondent.

Well, McTag. I remember Rob Roy. I think I read a book about him. I'll have to check it out.

I do wonder if William Wallace and the tale of brave heart was true.

Give me a moment to remember. (I'm going to cheat, of course)

In the interim, a bit of Shakespeare:

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his HEIGHT be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

-- William Shakespeare

My word, McTag.

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0114287/

And I swear, listeners, I did not see that movie.

part of the charm of a clancy brothers show is the build up to the songs, introductions like this

"there was a time when gaelic was banned in ireland, under brittish law, this next story tells of a jewish merchant who put his name in hebrew up above his store, and a policeman came along saw the name assumed it was gaelic and dragged the man into court, it was not so much written to show the love between the irish and the jews, so much as to hilight the stupidity of the brittish"


Moses Ri-Tooral-I-Ay
The Clancy Brothers

The policeman walked out, oh, so proud on his beat
When a vision came to him of stripes on his sleeve;
"Promotion," he whispered, "I'll try for today,
So its come with me Mister Ri-tooral-i-ay."

"Come tell me your name," says the limb of the law
To the little fat man selling wares on the straw.
"What's that, sir? Me name, sir? Why it's there on display
And it's Moses Ri-tooral-i-ooral-i-ay."

Now, the trial it came on and it lasted a week.
One judge said 'twas German; another, 'twas Greek-
"Prove you're lrish," said the policeman "and beyond it say nay;
And we'll sit on it, Moses Ri-tooral-i-ay."

Now the prisoner stepped up there as stiff as a crutch.
"Are you lrish or English or German or Dutch?"
"I'm a Jew, sir; I'm a Jew, sir," that came over to stay.
And my name it is Moses Ri-tooral-i-ay."

"We're two of a kind." said the judge to the Jew;
"You're a cousin of Briscoe and I am one too.
This numbskull has blundered and for it will pay."
"Wisha that's right," says Moses Ri-tooral-i-ay.

There's a garbage collector who works down our street;
He once was a policeman, the pride of his beat.
And he moans all the night and he groans all the day,
Singing," Moses Ri-tootal-i-ooral-i-ay. "

"there's a story about a man named sam, a protestant who fell in love with a catholic girl named mary, and after converting and getting married he was still having a hard time accepting his catholicism, so he goes to see the priest and he says, "father, i've converted and confessed and had communion, but i still can't seem to get it through my head that i'm a catholic", and the priest says, "have you read norman vincent peale, no seriously, i'll tell you what to do, just keep repeating to yourself, i'm a catholic, i'm noa protestant, and eventually it will penetrate your thick skull"

a few weeks later the priest decided to stop around and see how sam and mary were doing, and upon approaching the house he smelled something one ought not smell in a good catholic home on a friday, and he ventured in and asked, "where's sam, mary" and mary replied. "he's in the kitchen father", and the priest entered the kitchen only to see sam standing at the stove ladling gravy over a big old steak in the pan and repeating "you're a trout you're not a steak, you're a trout you're not a steak" anyway this next song is called, You're a Trout, You're not a Steak, no it's called The Old Orange Flute"


The Old Orange Flute
The Clancy Brothers

In the county Tyrone, in the town of Dungannon
Where many a ruckus meself had a hand in
Bob Williamson lived there, a weaver by trade
And all of us thought him a stout-hearted blade.

On the twelfth of July as it yearly did come
Bob played on the flute to the sound of the drum
You can talk of your fiddles, your harp or your lute
But there's nothing could sound like the Old Orange Flute.

But the treacherous scoundrel, he took us all in
For he married a Papish named Bridget McGinn
Turned Papish himself and forsook the Old Cause
That gave us our freedom, religion and laws.

And the boys in the county made such a stir on it
They forced Bob to flee to the province of Connaught;
Took with him his wife and his fixins, to boot,
And along with the rest went the Old Orange Flute.

Each Sunday at mass, to atone for past deeds,
Bob said Paters and Aves and counted his beads
Till one Sunday morn, at the priest's own require
Bob went for to play with the flutes in the choir.

He went for to play with the flutes in the mass
But the instrument quivered and cried."O Alas!"
And blow as he would, though he made a great noise,
The flute would play only "The Protestant Boys".

Bob jumped up and huffed, and was all in a flutter.
He pitched the old flute in the best holy water;
He thought that this charm would bring some other sound,
When he tried it again, it played "Croppies Lie Down!"

And for all he would finger and twiddle and blow
For to play Papish music, the flute would not go;
"Kick the Pope" to "Boyne Water" was all it would sound
Not one Papish bleat in it could e'er be found.

At a council of priests that was held the next day
They decided to banish the Old Flute away;
They couldn't knock heresy out of its head
So they bought Bob another to play in its stead.

And the Old Flute was doomed, and its fate was pathetic
'Twas fastened and burnt at the stake as heretic.
As the flames rose around it, you could hear a strange noise
'Twas the Old Flute still a-whistlin' "The Protestant Boys".

See what we started, McTag? :wink:

Well, Bob, that was one long reading to absorb in one sitting. Do we have a week before test time? Thanks, honey. It was worth the read.

dj, Whatever the show by the Clancy Bros. I think you just stole it with that delightful song.

Isn't our dj, a wonder, folks?

Hmmm. Wish I could locate the lyrics to Diana Krall's "Nobody does it like you do."

Hey, Bill Gates. I hope Goggle beats your butt in a race.

Ahem. Now for the "that time of night" reflections.

Back later with some lunar stuff. <smile>

Well, folks. I see that Bob and dj, have been singing and jokin' and sciencin' away.

And here's little Letty a readin' it all from flutes to converts to legends so tall.

Hey, guys. I saw a blue moon. I watched it, mesmerized, coming over the sea, and whatever the reason, it looked right at me.




I SEE THE MOON

The Mariners
Voices Of Walter Schumann - 1953
The Stargazers - 1954


Over the mountain over the sea
Back where my heart is longing to be
Please let the light that shines on me
Shine on the one I love

I see the moon the moon sees me
Down through the leaves of the old oak tree
(Please)
Please let the light that shines on me
Shine on the one I love

Over the mountain over the sea
Back where my heart is longing to be
Please let the light that shines on me
Shine on the one I love

I kissed the rose the rose kissed me
Fragrant as only a rose can be
(Sing a little louder miss)
Please take the kiss that comforts me
Back to the one I love

(Everybody altogether)
Over the mountain over the sea
Back where my heart is longing to be
Please let the light that shines on me
Shine on the one I love

(Everybody once again)
Over the mountain over the sea
Back where my heart is longing to be
Please let the light that shines on me
Shine on the one I love.

Miss Letty, do you mean these lyrics?

Nobody does it better
Makes me feel sad for the rest
Nobody does it half as good as you
Baby, you're the best

I wasn't looking but somehow you found me
It tried to hide from your love light
But like Heaven above me
The spy who loved me
Is keeping all my secrets safe tonight

And nobody does it better
Though sometimes I wish someone could
Nobody does it quite the way you do
Why'd you have to be so good?

The way that you hold me
Whenever you hold me
There's some kind of magic inside you
That keeps me from running
But just keep it coming
How'd you learn to do the things you do?

And nobody does it better
Makes me feel sad for the rest
Nobody does it half as good as you
Baby, baby, darlin', you're the best

Baby, you're the best
Darlin', you're the best
Baby, you're the best
Baby, you're the best
Baby, you're the best
Baby, you're the best

Quite a few artists have sung this one, including Carly Simon. It's
part of the soundtrack from Bridget Jones.

Ah, dear Jane. I know that one from The Spy Who Loved Me. Beautiful, and Carley sang it so well.

That one touched a nerve, Jane.Thank you my friend.

Doesn't our CJ appear at just the right time, listeners?

I shall be back later with a song for you all.

for our florida friends:
What a difference a day makes
Twenty-four little hours
Brought the sun and the flowers
Where there used to be rain

My yesterday was blue, dear
Today I'm a part of you, dear
My lonely nights are through, dear
Since you said you were mine

What a difference a day makes
There's a rainbow before me
Skies above can't be stormy
Since that moment of bliss, that thrilling kiss

It's heaven when you find romance on your menu
What a difference a day made
And the difference is you

What a difference a day makes
There's a rainbow before me
Skies above can't be stormy
Since that moment of bliss, that thrilling kiss

It's heaven when you find romance on your menu
What a difference a day made
And the difference is you

Ah, dys. What memories that brought back. Thanks, cowboy.

And for all of you here:

The day isn't long enough,
When I'm with you,
The day isn't long enough,
With hours so few.

(bridge)

There should be more than twenty-four,
When lips have so much to say,
How could the night offer delight,
Then hurry away.

The thrill of your sweet caress,
Should linger on,
But just when there's happiness,
The day is all gone.

We say hello, then it's time to go,
Before a kiss is through,
The day isn't long enough,
When I'm with you.

Goodnight, WA2K sweethearts.

From Letty with love.