I am not an artist, nor a student of art. At the University of New Mexico, in 1972, I had to take a course in art appreciation. There were 300 students, in a big amphitheater. The woman who taught the course did not take role. Your grade was based solely on two "projects." I went about three times the whole semester. I did my "projects" in one afternoon each, just took some cheesy pictures of churches and waxed eloquent about their artistic design. The grad student who graded the papers probably didn't even open the cover. I got an A. Glad the U.S. Marine Corps was paying my tuition.
I do like Maxfield Parrish, though. I love his landscapes, and how he uses light in his paintings. When I sit in my upstairs study in the morning, there is a huge window looking out into the forest, to the east. I often think that the view would make a great study for Maxfield Parrish if he were still alive, because it looks exactly like one of his paintings.
This being a patriotic holiday, I thought I would put this up. I don't know where the statistics are to back up the 2 million lives assertion, so I am really putting it up to express the sentiment, rather than citing a factual statistic.
On July 4th, 1976 I was up at Quantico, Virginia. There was a big celebration out on the parade ground, and I sat on a blanket in the trees with a girl I knew there. We watched the band, and the drill team from HQMC at 8th and I in DC. Then there were magnificent fireworks.
They came out with this quarter , for just that year. I liked it so I collected a whole fruit jar full of them. I still have it. I'm no coin collector, but my son is so he will get those eventually. Something with a little family history to add to his collection. I also have some coins from the Greek colony of Paestum, that I bought when I was stationed in Italy. I gave one to my dad, who was a coin collector, but I have two for G when the times comes. Anyway, just an obscure memory of another fourth of July a long time ago. Don't know why it popped into my head.
When you think about America, it's easy to forget that the talking heads, the greasy politicians, and the corporate Lords are not America. This new NRA add points that out.
I'd been saving it for the fourth of July, and then I nearly forgot to post it.
Our intent here this weekend was to stay home, but I had to make an unanticipated trip to the Chattanooga airport Sunday morning. My daughter called and was not feeling well, so M has flown up there to stay with her awhile until she gets to feeling better. E has Ehlers Danlos Syndrome, as I think most of you know. She leads a normal life most of the time, but sometimes she feels very weak and welcomes a visit from M. I don't know how long M will be up there, these instances can be short or long.
Last time I was in Chattanooga, I had a very bad experience with four black guys in their twenties. Because they didn't cross the line, the situation didn't escalate into a "shoot them" incident. I had my Sig P226 under a napkin on the passenger seat of the car, but they confined themselves to "verbal abuse." So they drove away when the light changed, satisfied they really showed the cracker "who was boss."
This time I went loaded for bear, and ready to respond as required , lethal or nonlethal. No one so much as batted an eye at me. Life can be so unfair......