Showing posts with label Mikey. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mikey. Show all posts
Thursday, July 9, 2020
Friday, June 12, 2020
Friday, May 22, 2020
100 trees in memoriam for Mikey
Friends of the family are having a 100 trees planted in a national forest by donating to the Nationsl Forest Foundation....a living gift!
Wednesday, May 20, 2020
Friday, May 15, 2020
Forged rothko painting
ZHITTY FAKE ROTHKO SELLS FOR 8.3 MILLION DOLLARS
Domenico De Sole took the stand in U.S. District Court in Manhattan recently, testifying in front of the fake Rothko that he purchased at the Knoedler Gallery in 2004 for $8.3 million. De Sole, along with his wife, is suing Knoedler, its former president Ann Freedman, and the gallery’s holding company 8-31 for $25 million in damages.
Domenico De Sole took the stand in U.S. District Court in Manhattan recently, testifying in front of the fake Rothko that he purchased at the Knoedler Gallery in 2004 for $8.3 million. De Sole, along with his wife, is suing Knoedler, its former president Ann Freedman, and the gallery’s holding company 8-31 for $25 million in damages.
Saturday, May 2, 2020
Thursday, April 30, 2020
Laugh ur a off - Key and Peele
Joan Rivers maintained that ANY topic or subject could be the subject of a joke - if it's funny. Check out this video from Key and Peele. If you dont laff I'll give you a refund.
| east/west college bowl; key and peele |
Wednesday, April 22, 2020
Mikey
Hail to thee, blithe spirit
Like a Poet hidden
In the light of thought,
Singing hymns unbidden,
Till the world is wrought
To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not:
See you on the flip side, Mike
Thinking of you Mikey
Death is nothing at all.
It does not count.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
Nothing has happened.
Everything remains exactly as it was.
I am I, and you are you,
and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
Call me by the old familiar name.
Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no difference into your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was.
There is absolute and unbroken continuity.
What is this death but a negligible accident?
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am but waiting for you, for an interval,
somewhere very near,
just round the corner.
All is well.
Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost.
One brief moment and all will be as it was before.
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!
-by-henry-scott-holland
It does not count.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
Nothing has happened.
Everything remains exactly as it was.
I am I, and you are you,
and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
Call me by the old familiar name.
Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no difference into your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was.
There is absolute and unbroken continuity.
What is this death but a negligible accident?
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am but waiting for you, for an interval,
somewhere very near,
just round the corner.
All is well.
Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost.
One brief moment and all will be as it was before.
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!
-by-henry-scott-holland
R.I.P Mikey
at 5:50 am. EST a great man made his way to heaven
Award winning painter, author, great intellect, devastating humorist, Vietnam vet.....most importantly father, brother.
We are joyous at the end of your suffering now the years to mourn begin
Tuesday, March 17, 2020
Today's Puzzler - Karma-lade?
| Time's running out so I gotta make all the amends I can as quick as I can.. So far this year I've helped a rabbit, a crawdad, a spider, and a stink bug. |
The field is pretty barren; some weeds and scrub, recently brush hogged. Can't explain how you got there but you sure was tearing ass like you knew where you were headed.
My first sad thought was good luck bub; you are nowhere close to anything - you're in the middle of nowhere - you're doomed.
I hit a few more golf balls then thought more about the crayfish. I checked and it was still inching its way across the vast wasteland. I admired that but it was fruitless I thought. Karma reared its bald head and I felt compelled to try a rescue. I put it in my cap and carried it several hundred yards (at great inconvenience) to the nearest small stream or "crick". I let it go in the tall grass nearby and wished it well. "Adios amigo". I'm sure it would reach running water; and probably have to fight for its life to grab some turf from the resident crawdads, but I did my bit. Now it was up to it.
Still I wonder how it got to be in the middle of an open field nowhere near water..
Wednesday, March 11, 2020
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