tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010559333082508395.post7477959234854498220..comments2024-03-19T08:23:24.309-07:00Comments on Tom Cochrun /Light Breezes: YOU WONDER and WHO YOU GOING TO CALL?Tom Cochrunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04046822056852446079noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010559333082508395.post-55248342211332716812015-07-28T06:03:34.568-07:002015-07-28T06:03:34.568-07:00Oh those bullies are kids who never grew up. Tryin...Oh those bullies are kids who never grew up. Trying to be tough outside but really are broken inside. At least that's how psychology describes them.<br /><br />Hey, sunflower is my favorite flower but our place is too hot for them to grow apparently. Sad.Lux G.https://www.blogger.com/profile/00557863683608790087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010559333082508395.post-38315832886829978502015-07-28T00:10:34.300-07:002015-07-28T00:10:34.300-07:00I don't quite know how you did it but the elem...I don't quite know how you did it but the elements of this post formed a continuous progress toward Lana's sunflowers and, of course, William Blake: <br />"Ah Sun-flower! weary of time,<br />Who countest the steps of the Sun:<br />Seeking after that sweet golden clime..."<br />Maybe bullies teach us something about resisting coercion, intimidation and, indirectly, appreciating the real heroes who oppose them and help us find strength to keep life positive, untroubled. A painful curriculum, though, and in much need of revision. <br />Geo.https://www.blogger.com/profile/16221314320558128986noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010559333082508395.post-38900269066216146052015-07-27T18:10:01.059-07:002015-07-27T18:10:01.059-07:00The irony of the pot calling the kettle black. It ...The irony of the pot calling the kettle black. It is interesting to see the true stripes of a politician be revealed in the heat of battle.Travel Answer Manhttp://www.travelanswerman.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010559333082508395.post-39059382829513414512015-07-27T17:43:17.690-07:002015-07-27T17:43:17.690-07:00When I was in my biker time back in the late 80...When I was in my biker time back in the late 80's (yes, I had a Harley Springer, black raspberry paint., lot's of chrome.) I met a biker named Jabba the Wrench, he'd scare the shit out of the guys in your pictures. He did work on my bike for me and we hit it off. Jabba was a member of the Outlaws. He was an alcoholic in addition to being an incredibly talented mechanic. One night at Jabba's singlewide trailer, he was drunk and said to me, "I have to get out of this 'fckin" life, I can't even remember why I'm in it." He'd done two prison stretches, one for car theft three days after his 18th birthday and the other for working in a chop shop. I hope he did..Jagernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010559333082508395.post-45751354644799057552015-07-27T17:00:52.625-07:002015-07-27T17:00:52.625-07:00I have a cousin who was a Hell's Angel back in...I have a cousin who was a Hell's Angel back in the 70's. He wasn't very bright and died from a drug overdose.stephen Hayeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17659054447637207734noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010559333082508395.post-25310725586731575712015-07-27T16:52:17.475-07:002015-07-27T16:52:17.475-07:00Yeah, we all had those bullies in our youths. One ...Yeah, we all had those bullies in our youths. One of mine went to reform school and I think later the penitentiary for a spell before he died.Catalysthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03804837416104556928noreply@blogger.com