THURSDAY, JULY 21, 2005 July is the month when the new antlers of buck deer push through their foreheads, hence the name Full Buck Moon. This moon has also been called the Full Thunder Moon and Full Hay Moon. Bruce Lee died on this day in '73. Also first man on the moon in '69. Pancho Villa killed in '23.
Capn,
I saw Bruce Lee and Pancho drinking a beer at a local spot about a week ago. Both claimed the 5th. So I said alrighty I'll have one too. About that time Neil Armstrong showed up with Buzz Aldrin, and claimed Mike Collins owed them 5 bucks each.
These guys Bones and Bubba are at the opposites ends
of the spectrum, Bones, 21, weighing in at 170lbs of testosterone
bone and muscle 3% body fat. 6 foot and "i"ll
tear your fucking throat out" ,inner voice, " if you
alow me the cicumstance"..He is absent of fear. Cirtifiable
but will never be caught cause he is too nice to the right people.
Now Bubba,33, 390lbs 5 foot 8and 1 half inches, if he gets
up on his big toe. A two timer,piaa state champ heavy weight
and as qick and flexable as an alley cat, someone i have known
for 20 years very intiamently. His nerve endings do not completly
connect. There are no known words in his vocabulary for
pain or hurt or quit. When he goes off call 911 cause he ain't
gonna heal.Ok the guy got his warning but it is, too late,
he is comitted and the crowed now is looking,40 maybe 50 tightly
packed in front of the head table, they sense the energy through
the acid smell of his evaporating adrenalin. He starts his
verbal onslaught
" You guys ought to, should of, my kid, that
official, this place, Yadda yadda yadda....." Hey cripple
who the hell you talking to like that, I know it ain't me"
The ole man in the grey hair slams down on 'em. The guy
a bit less of an edge"I ain't no cripple, and I'm tellen
you"..." well your gonna be crippled if ya don't change
your attitude pal real quick" Slower and steady now locking
in the ole gaze, with a little turning of the lip that makes
'em think of a smile, at the same time asking the question,"why
is he smiling,He's nuts maybe, i think"....A very little
but perceptable lean toward him and i feel Bones and Bubbas energy
like wraithes rise up hoping for a feeding frenzie.
" He was screwed" now talking. "I believe
you, but don't tell us, go tell the official, he gets paid ,
thats his job, we don't and this just isn't going to be entertained
here, thats all" Shaking his head, chin on his chest off
he goes, a mixture of disapointment and good humer swirls through
the scene, then Bones speaks" I guess he forgot he
was in Shamokin"....Laughter loud and long. I even
seen a back slap. "ok, next!" "I mean, Atilla
the Hun..Hannable Lector..your on mat 7, down stairs!" .....Now
thats wrestling in Shamokin, and it's true.....Skypilot Sparks.
Last
night at the Ratdog show Bobbie was visibly saddened by
the death of Johnnie Johnson. He wiped tears from his eyes throughout
the show. It was as good a show i had ever seen. He never
sang better, the band was hot, tough, on time and timeless. Poignant.
Two feet from the stage along side the whirling dervish twirler
this ole skypilot made his stand. The feets began to move the
head began to sway, before long it was up up and away. Rich full
swings of emotion, art at it's finest, connecting us to what
we are...human beings. That ole eternal vibe is still alive Cap'n...Rock
My Soul...! To all of you who knew Goldie my heart goes out to
you, and to all of you who knew or played with Johnnie Johnson
also my sympathies. They are two shining reason, of many, why
we must continue to care. Before the encore last night Bobbie
pointed toward the ceiling above the balcony and beyond saying,"Johnnie,
there's the door, just follow the light" Familiar chords
dropped down from somewhere, the room filled with the sounds
and the band layed upon us all an almost holy"
Brokedown Palace", there was healing in those wings.
Love never fails. -- #43 Sparks, Shamokin PA