We needed tough lessons as children. An occasional playground fight was expected as the norm, and if we complained to our mother that we were being teased, we were treated to this glorious aphorism: “Sticks and stones may break my bones, but names will never hurt me.” My mom used to say that all the time, one of the seemingly endless adages she had at her disposal to deal with any of life’s problems. To this day I think long and hard about the practical application that dogma had on my life.
The idea that you could actually choose whether or not to be hurt by words: that was huge for me. Even though it has been repeated ad nauseam for generations, “sticks and stones” really is a powerful bit of philosophy to a kid. That’s one of the great things about being a parent: you can spout nothing but clichés, and yet, to your child, you come off as one of the great thinkers in Western culture.
–from MEAN DADS FOR A BETTER AMERICA, by Tom Shillue
(OK the last post seemed like it had no sound.) Here's the headline video- as I said it's just me thinking aloud about what would make me want to click on a headline when I'm scrolling...
I thought I might beat Michael to this post. Look at this video how often do you do this? I recorded all our entrances including Greg and then I went around the panel to show all the people who are on tonight- then I pressed the button to stop but I wasn’t taping (i do this a lot)
Thank you for reminding me. I wanted to talk about our post-show hangout in Memphis and here it is:
“FYI”
Bailey’s Chocolate Irish cream is a keeper.
Worth the cost.
The only Irish cream we use other than Carolan’s.
We’ve not tried it in hot chocolate ‘yet’, although I’m sure it would be delicious.
You’re welcome.
“Day 7”
Of the 2026 Cavalcade.
Note: ‘Mules’ or ‘Ana-Mules’ (animals) as my brother from another mother, Miguel, calls them.
- We were hearing Elk bugling all night last night. Now we know why the area is called ‘Elk Valley’.
- Of course the Black Tailed deer that crossed the road in front of us while driving back from the Grove of Giants.
- Last evening, a covey of 15-20 Quail ran through our campsite.
1292 miles
182 miles today, still almost 4 hours of seat time.
We left Crescent City around 11:00.
We stopped in Orick to get fuel and try to get some Butane cartridges for our single burner stove (coffee). We went to a Tractor Supply, after I checked the web to ensure they carried them.
Nope, the manager told me they quit carrying butane all together because the homeless steal them all. Target doesn’t carry them either, although we did finally find them at a local outdoors store.
We jumped off US101 and rode old US101, which is two lanes, was bypassed when they increased 101 into 4 lanes.
It’s now ...
