“Keep on going … On fishing and hunting trips, on exploring adventures, in baseball and tennis, in your school studies. It will be so in your chosen career. Anyone can start well. You can start with enthusiasm and joy and ambition. But, it is the finish that counts. All else is in vain if you don’t finish. The great thing to know is that.” – Zane Gray

This year is about to leave us. It’s been a very inspiring year for me: University has went well; therefore, I’ve given myself an added path into the future. My GPA is 3.81; not bad for being a member of the “older than dirt club.” I became a member of the Sigma Tau Delta (International English Honor Society). What amazes me so is who would have ever thought the young man aged 21 in 1973, totally “anti-establishment, I might add,” would end up being so directed to finish an education. Just goes to show, the direction you envisioned so many years ago has evolved into another destination quit unseen.

So, in resolution to this, I believe I’m about to launch a new blog-page. I’ve been privileged enough in my life to have worked with some diligence and conservatism; managed to stay away from any “legal” confrontations (I’m not really sure how I’ve managed that). I think it’s time for me to attempt to offer a helping hand to others; a bit of added assistance in this most precarious society in which we find ourselves. I’ve come to understand the importance of education, and the impact that force has on our world. All that being said, I’ve launched a Foundation, small but energized at my university, for English majors choosing to teach others as their direction in life. My new blog-page will circle around that choice by my peers, and the intended impact I’m hoping they will bring to our world.

I wish all well. Thanks for the past, and I look forward to the future.

Virginia Woolf applies this statement when defining the role of the “lift-man” in her novel, To the Lighthouse. What an extra ordinary piece of work from many POV’s.

Slave class can be rendered into many different definitions. I believe so many people consider the word “slave” as applying to: Africans brought to this country in the early the progression period to work the fields, etc of both the Southern and Northern land-owners/ wealthy gentry and founding “fathers” of this country. But, that issue is not my thesis of this post. 

I would like to consider applying that connotation to our “lower to middle class.” By this I mean: teachers and professors that we count on to educate our children, and in some cases, senior-citizens like myself. I, as an ongoing academic, get to know my professors on levels few 20-year-old college students do. I see the effort demanded of them: time, continuing self-education, demands to “publish” so as to secure their tenure, a country that blames the educators first because our children’s intelligence is ranked so low within the world educational levels, etc. Our universities are filled with academics that have taught 25 – 30 yrs and more. If the truth be known … most can’t afford to retire. (I know, a lot of ordinary folks are in that boat; but just about all the professionals I’m speaking of have a Doctorate Degree). We’re talking years of “higher/continuing” education just to secure their job. (People say: “Well, they chose that career!” … And, an honorable career it is.)

But, don’t you think there’s something wrong when a society demands an institution to pass this child because he/her has the potential to become a great sports figure and earn millions of dollars. Money earned off the backs of the elected to carry that person (deserving or not; education be dammed) on to the “promised land of sportsman extordinaire.”

Is that the same as a “slave class?”

I would like to add an argument for the many talented athletes that I so love to watch on the weekends. I applaud their work ethics, their ability to deal with the social demands put on them, and the many sacrifices they do make for my entertainment.

But really, is anyone worth $160 million, or whatever some of these folks get paid, … really???????

What about the people: fireman, policeman, military, and so many more, that go in harm’s way so I have a safe place to live. Aren’t they worth more than my gratitude? What about the educators that try to guide our children to into adulthood so they will one day inherit and take care of us.

Are we the slave class??


Everyone … Please vote!!! And, please vote your conscience.

Have a greatdae!


Maybe my parents felt that way about me; and their parents, them. As a student/ senior citizen/ late voter in the 2012 presidential campaign/ general consumer, etc; I’m starting to wonder about the young peoples of today that will someday run this nation. When I was my university peer group’s age, the era was 1968 thru 1970’s; an epoc of time that was one of the most sociallly controversial of our nation next to our War of Independence. The “hippies and political junkies” of then … ended up … running this nation … now.

How scary is that?

Everywhere I look now, people are constantly “plugged in.” Whether it’s cell, texting, Facebook, Skype, and many other electrical, wizardly wonders of the techno-world; one things for sure, … we are growing a culture that may have no need of a “vocal” language.  The computer I’m printing this on can change this English “font” into most any language at the touch of a key-stroke. What a wonder that is. We as a culture have defeated the Tower of Bable. At what stage do we take on the etheral – or maybe we already are!

Pardon, I wander in my argument.

I wonder about the halls of University – that hallowed ground. “Most all” students are plugged in. Their eyes are pointed on nothing, they’re lips move w/out saying anything. They walk in a predetermined fashion to an understood point. They acknowledge their friends by a nod or smile; at times, they stop to talk – the ear buds remain in place.

I go to visiting speakers, individuals that have made an impack within their life’s mission. The PAC (The Center for Performing ), a very large university setting – the accustics are excellent.  At the height of a speaker’s auditory – a “musical ringtone goes off. I mean really, how rude can you be? 

Can people NOT live “plugged-in” for 1-2 hours?

And, what do I say when I watch a patrolman, in his patrol car, set through a green light … texting?

Everyone have a greatdae!


***P.S.   Be sure to look both ways when crossing they street, it’s getting dangerous out there.

I’m sure most of us have thought what our personal world would be like if we were illiterate. At most, we don’t really give it much thought unless we work or are associated in a field with folks that are illiterate.  I know for the most part, I don’t!

I have a yard man (guy that does odd jobs for me) that is illiterate. He is 66 yrs old and has worked in “pulpwood” in south Georgia all his life. Hard dirty work! Started when he was just a boy cause his family needed the money. Raised a family, has grandchildren, got hurt on the job some years ago and nobody cared, now he just picks up odd jobs; and can’t read a “lick.” If I buy a new tool with any type special instructions, a weird on/off switch, I have to explain how it works. He gets really frustrated about it. (I know! I know! We as a society have programs for folks that have “fallen through the cracks.”

But, sometimes the net doesn’t catch everybody.

Actually, this post isn’t about my yard guy; it’s about the students that are graduating from schools now that don’t have “passable” reading, writing and math skills. The year is 2012. We have hand-held gizmos that can tell us the distance to Saturn faster than I can write it. And we have students that CAN”T READ OR WRITE!

We have money to sponsor “THE DOGS OF WAR,” but, won’t pay our teachers in my state a decent wage, so they won’t  leave and go elsewhere. My university professors haven’t had a raise in 7yrs, but … we can build a new football stadium??????????

Look at the money spent on this upcoming election. BILLIONSSSSSSSSSSS THATS  WITH/A “B”!!

I don’t know, there just seems to be something awfully “STINKY” here.

Illiteracy …. blessing or curse????

Either way, it needs our attention!!


Gooddae!     G.

My mother was adept at the art of cursive script; a talent for writing with the hand to produce wondrous letters that would just hold me in awe to watch her work her ability on paper. I’m pleased to sit in a class room and “ponder” the wonders of today with younger folks 40years or more my junior. They’re all so quick with the latest electronic gizmo’s that do just about anything, and all in the “flash of the eye.” Technology is a wondrous tool. I’ve found most of the students don’t know anything about a world without some type of PDA of the latest “Apple” smart-what-ever. Most can “thumb” faster than I can write. I suppose that’s the new language.

Each generation feels a loss of an art form when time and “the new” go past’m. I think for me, it will be the ability to write cursive. I guess with that being said, I should take more pride in my ability. … I don’t.

I look upon some of my peer groups attempts at hand-writing, and mostly I see “broken print.” And you know –  it’s not their fault. I feel we as a society are giving the past away all in the name of progress. This is “post-modernism” at its best. Its been happening since the dawn of time.

I’m not sure if I have an argument that differs from any of the other arguments that have come before mine!

THE AVANT-GARDE … so much to learn, so little time!!