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Well, folks. Either McTag or his Mrs. has a green thumb. As for Letzia, she can't grow nuttin'.

Will you look at this, folks? What a handsome trio, McTag. I don't suppose that Pa Pa was the least bit proud of that great looking grad.

For our graduate and proud parents:

Beach Boys - Graduation Day Lyrics
There's a time a for joy
A time for tears
A time we?ll treasure through the years
We'll remember always
Graduation day

At the senior prom
We danced 'til three
And there you gave your heart to me
We'll remember always
Graduation day

Take it away
Take five

Though we leave in sorrow
All the joys we?ve known
We can face tomorrow
Knowing we'll never walk alone

When the ivy walks
Are far behind
No matter where our paths may wind
We'll remember always
Graduation day

We'll remember always
Graduation day

My word, listeners. I was trying to connect to a site that one of my pen pals sent me and got the following message:

This page has expired. You have spent too much time on the net. Turn off your pc and go outside and play.

ARTIST: Kenny Loggins and Jim Messina
TITLE: House at Pooh Corner


Christopher robin and I walked along
Under branches lit up by the moon
Posing our questions to owl and eeyore
As our days disappeared all too soon
But I've wandered much further today than I should
And I can't seem to find my way back to the wood

So help me if you can
I've got to get back
To the house at pooh corner by one
You'd be surprised
There's so much to be done
Count all the bees in the hive
Chase all the clouds from the sky
Back to the days of christopher robin and pooh

Winnie the pooh doesn't know what to do
Got a honey jar stuck on his nose
He came to me asking help and advice
And from here no one knows where he goes
So I sent him to ask of the owl if he's there
How to loosen a jar from the nose of a bear

It's hard to explain how a few precious things
Seem to follow throughout all our lives
After all's said and done I was watching my son
Sleeping there with my bear by his side
So I tucked him in, I kissed him and as I was going
I swear that the old bear whispered boy welcome home

Believe me if you can
I've finally come back
To the house at pooh corner by one
What do you know
There's so much to be done
Count all the bees in the hive
Chase all the clouds from the sky
Back to the days of christopher robin
Back to the ways of christopher robin
Back to the days of pooh

Good morning WA2K!

Letty: I want you to know that your pen pal told me that the E-Mail was sent to you by mistake. It was meant for me.

August 17 Birthdays:

1473 - Richard, Duke of York, one of the Princes in the Tower (d. 1483?)
1601 - Pierre de Fermat, mathematician (d. 1665)
1629 - King John III of Poland (d. 1696)
1786 - Davy Crockett, frontiersman, soldier (d. 1836)
1866 - Julia Marlowe, nee Sarah Frost, Shakespearean actress (d. 1950)
1882 - Samuel Goldwyn, Hollywood producer (d. 1974)
1887 - Marcus Garvey, American black leader (d. 1940)
1887 - Emperor Karl of Austria (d. 1922)
1893 - Mae West, actress, playwright (d. 1980)
1904 - Leopold Nowak, musicologist
1911 - Mikhail Botvinnik, world chess champion (d. 1995)
1913 - W. Mark Felt, FBI associate director and Deep Throat Watergate informant.
1913 - Rudy York, Major League Baseball All-Star (d. 1970)
1920 - Maureen O'Hara, actress
1929 - Francis Gary Powers, U-2 pilot (d. 1977)
1929 - Jiang Zemin, President of the People's Republic of China
1930 - Glenn Corbett, actor (d. 1993)
1930 - Ted Hughes, English poet (d. 1998)
1932 - V. S. Naipaul, writer
1939 - Luther Allison, blues musician, guitarist
1943 - Robert De Niro, actor
1951 - Alan Minter, boxer
1952 - Nelson Piquet, Brazilian formula one driver
1952 - Guillermo Vilas, Argentinian tennis player
1958 - Belinda Carlisle, singer, guitarist
1958 - Kirk Stevens, Canadian snooker player
1959 - David Koresh, cult leader (d. 1993)
1960 - Sean Penn, actor, director
1964 - Colin James, blues musician
1966 - Rodney Mullen, Skateboarder
1968 - Ed McCaffrey, American football player
1969 - Donnie Wahlberg, actor, singer
1970 - Jim Courier, former tennis champion
1971 - Jorge Posada, Major League Baseball All-Star
1977 - Thierry Henry, French football star
1977 - Tarja Turunen, leadsinger Nightwish

Ah, Rex. Christopher Robin and the house at Pooh Corner. Delightful song, my friend. I know our listeners enjoyed it.

Here's our Raggedy with her celeb updates. (well, gal, we both need to go outside and play, I guess.<smile>)

Folks, aren't you surprised that Bob didn't let us know with a bio? Hope Boston is all right.

Robert De Niro is possibly one of the finest actors that I have ever seen, listeners, and every Irishman knows Maureen in The Quiet Man. I think AMC showed it recently.

Well, my word. There's Gary Powers. I think he was from West Virginia. If I recall correctly, he was supposed to bite down on a cyanide capsule.

I still laugh at dj's misheard lyrics about Davy Crockett:

Killed in a bar when he was only three.

I guess all of us remember David Koresh, folks. Not certain if this is factual, but when Timothy McVeigh quoted "Invictus" before he was executed, Henley left a bad thought in my mouth. Then I discovered that he had lost a leg, and that his poem was inspired by Long John Silver. Wow! I didn't realize that.

Back later, listeners, with news and poetry.

Did you watch Jeopardy last evening, Letty?

The final question was: what fictional character was inspired by Henley(Invictus) The college kids didn't know the answer.

(Henley collaborated with his friend Robert Louis Stevenson on four plays, and Stevenson modeled his character Long John Silver from Treasure Island after him.)

Raggedy, I most certainly did watch Jeopardy, Alex and all.<smile>

Perhaps we had better read the poem to our listeners:

Invictus
by William E Henley

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate;
I am the captain of my soul.

Frankly, folks. I had thought that Henly wrote that poem because he had TB, and was dying. I had no idea about the collaboration with Stevenson.

The End of the World

Fleeting glimpses of mortality
Struggling through mazes of pages and words
Words of mistrust and panic
Till the world dissects every fiber and remnant of your memory
into a pile of carnivorous bones.

A solitary point going out radiating and moving
a flicker of life
tears of peace.
Follow me out to the stream
I will take you from the rivers margin
to open sea where you can be free.
Walk in my dreams of you
for they are there only for a brief time

The noise roars in the air
and there is no place for even one more thought…
Shrieking volume like sirens racing toward disaster.
Flashing and pounding crumbling tomb.
Filled with broken plastic technologies and scrap metal
discarded people
in natures revolt against civilization.

This that touches my soul
this heavy weight that your love occupies
is my tormenter and my own chastisement
like the end of the world.

Eric Pedersen (rexred)
6/14/00

WOW! Rex, that was fantastic. Can you believe the talent of this man, folks?

Wealth I ask not, hope nor love,
Nor a friend to know me;
All I ask, the heaven above
And the road below me.
(from Songs of Travel)

That was from Stevenson's travels, one being a canoe journey in France.

Folks, Rex's original need to be read again and again in order to absorb the beauty.

Well, listeners. Before I go outside and play, I think all of you may be delighted with this bit of humor:



Loch Ness Monster TV stunt fools Nessie-hunters Tue Aug 16, 3:16 PM ET



LONDON (AFP) - Loch out! Hundreds of stunned tourists were duped into thinking they had seen Scotland's famous Loch Ness Monster, the television pranksters behind the stunt revealed.


The legendary creature, said to live in the Highland lake's murky depths, has attracted Nessie-hunters to the shoreline for decades, eager for a glimpse of the mystery being.

Around 600 people got just what they were looking for when they saw a 16-foot (five-metre) beast rise through the water.

However, Britain's Channel Five television admitted Tuesday that the startling vision was actually a 440-pound (200-kilogramme) animatronic model named Lucy which had roamed the loch for a fortnight.

The results were filmed for a forthcoming programme on Nessie.

The television channel said the public reaction ranged from those utterly convinced they had seen the legendary beast and those who know a fibre-glass and polyurethane rubber hoax when they see one.

"The Loch Ness Monster is one of the world's most enduring myths, and we thought it would be fascinating to see if the general public, fed on a diet of movie special effects, could still believe in Nessie," said Five's senior programme controller, Chris Shaw.

A Five spokeswoman said: "Some people were thinking 'what is it?' -- they couldn't quite work it out -- whereas other people thought it was the waves and some were saying they had definitely seen a green hump.

"I think it shows that people still want to believe in the myth."

Ronald Mackenzie, who runs Royal Scot boat cruises, said some tourists had been taken in.

"The first time Channel Five put the monster in the loch even we were unaware of it, so we were pretty shocked.

"There were a lot of Americans who were impressed, some people who believed it and others who thought it was just part of the tour."

To have one's poetry appreciated in their own lifetime is sweet...

Most humble thanks Letty...

Robert Louis Stevenson, top punter

The Vagabond

Give to me the life I love,
Let the lave go by me,
Give the jolly heaven above
And the byway nigh me.
Bed in the bush with stars to see,
Bread I dip in the river
There's the life for a man like me;
There's the life for ever.

Or let autumn fall on me
Where afield I linger,
Silencing the bird on tree,
Biting the blue finger.
White as meal the frosty field -
Warm the fireside haven -
Not to autumn will I yield,
Not to winter even!

Let the blow fall soon or late,
Let what will be o'er me;
Give the face of earth around,
And the road before me.
Wealth I ask not, hope nor love,
Nor a friend to know me;
All I ask the heaven above,
And the road below me.

Cute article on Nessie Letty

Just an honest observation, Rex, and that is true.

If you were a dinosaur,
You'd be Tyrannous Rex,
Not predatory, understand,
Nor con within the text,
Just a gentle poet
And a man we're glad to know,
Here and there and everywhere,
And on our radio.

WOW Letty that brought me to tears...

Your poetry is kind to me...

You are a lovely person
and a kindred soul...

Rainbow Garden

You're a rainbow garden of delight
Many colors dazzle the sight
A kaleidoscope of brilliant light
Fills this garden bright

In your garden you grow
With intensities the color's glow
As rivers of diamonds gently flow
Beside your green meadow

You're a beauty to behold
You shine forever as gold
Every shade gleams
And every hue beams

Cherry red lips of dew
Bold and burning eyes of blue
As thunder rains in sunshine shower
Upon your rainbow garden flower.

Eric Pedersen (rexred)
Written 10/09/94

I knew it, listeners. The mention of Loch brings our McTag front and center. Thanks for the entire Stevenson poem, Manchester. I hope your son appreciates you, honey.

Rex, what a lovely and deeply felt poem, my friend. Ah, "A Rainbow Garden". Thank you, my friend. (inhales and closes eyes)

Thank-you, you are a rainbow garden Letty

Letty, i'm experiencing a little synchronicity today. in a trivia thread, i typed in "you talkin' to me?" then wandered over here to learn that it's DeNiro's birthday. and yesterday, in the same trivia thread, i typed in "cyanide capsule" and today you mentioned that Francis Gary Powers was supposed to have bit into one.

Wow! Yit. That's just too strange, right folks?

A smile to our Rex.

Speaking of funny animal stories: (we were, were we not?)

In Cheshire, England, UK David Allison, a hairdresser, decided that his pet boxer dog, Murphy, would be his best man at his wedding. The dog wore a morning suit to the ceremony.
Allison later said, "I told my fiancee that if she marries me, she marries my dog as well!"

One would think that being from Cheshire, it would be a cat, right?

You know, listeners. The Mexicans have the right idea. When it's hot, take a siesta.

Mexico by James Taylor:

Way down here you need a reason to move
Feel a fool running your stateside games
Lose your load, leave your mind behind, Baby James

Oh, Mexico
It sounds so simple I just got to go
The sun's so hot I forgot to go home
Guess I'll have to go now

"Americano" got the sleepy eye
But his body's still shaking like a live wire
Sleepy "Señorita" with the eyes on fire

Oh, Mexico
It sounds so sweet with the sun sinking low
Moon's so bright like to light up the night
Make everything all right

Baby's hungry and the money's all gone
The folks back home don't want to talk on the phone
She gets a long letter, sends back a postcard; times are hard

Oh, down in Mexico
I never really been so I don't really know
Oh, Mexico
I guess I'll have to go

Oh, Mexico
I never really been but I'd sure like to go
Oh, Mexico
I guess I'll have to go now.

Interesting, listeners. Some critics think that Taylor was stereotyping the Mexican people. Critics are forever putting ideas in people's heads.