Happy Birthday to Singer, songwriter, actress, and philanthropist, Dolly Rebecca Parton who turns 69 years young today.  Dolly has been married to her husband Carl Dean for 49 years.  They don't have any children.

I need one of these!

A Journey

I took a quick left at hither and yon,

Steps built of books, some pro and some con.

Where do they lead and where do they end,

Who are the authors and why were they penned.

Let’s lift up a cover and turn the first page,

Delve into the mind of some ancient sage

We’ll learn of his loves, his loses, his pain,

Cry out for his anguish, rejoice in his gain.

We’ll learn that he conquered; we’ll learn that he bled,

We’ll learn he was great, of this it was said.

We’ll live his adventures, take them as ours,

Bask in the pages, for hours and hours.

Each step’s an adventure, just open a cover,

From this book to that, no one like the other.

Each step that you climb encourages one more,

Eager, ye anxious, for all that’s in store.  

Ken Ferguson

It would appear that the U.S. Supreme Court is going to render an opinion on same-sex marriage soon.  Should be interesting to see how they rule. 

So last week the building of a French newspaper known for making fun of religions was attached by militant Muslim extremists.  Imagine any religious people becoming offended by someone making light of their beliefs? 

McDonald's menu circa 1972

Justin has encouraged me to write poetry.It started with him writing short poems and putting them on Facebook and I began to respond to them.  This is my first attempt at a poem on my own.

The Road Calls to Me

The road constantly calls to me,

Teasing me with the secrets of her twists and turns.

What’s over that next crest, or around the next turn she purrs,

What adventures lie ahead on this side or that?

Join me she pleads, exposing a glimpse of the sultry ribbon of her pavement,

What have I hidden in that secret place, that out of the way corner.

What pleasures will you behold, indeed, what treasures will you find,

Tucked away on the back roads of your journey.

Stretch out your hand, I can take you there, she pleads breathlessly,

Hurry, there’s so much I have in store for you, so much I want you to see.

My pleasures await you, I won’t disappoint you,

The road constantly calls to me,  a sirens song of hushed anticipation.

Ken Ferguson

Summer home??

CNN was going crazy today, going on and on about sleeper cells and terrorist attacks in France and throughout the world. 

Has a certain appeal.

A beer and a book.  What a wonderful idea.

The Ankh was the Kemetic symbol for life, also know as the handled cross.  It represented the unification of the feminine and masculine forces of the universe and creation of new life.  It portrayed both the spiritual and physical aspects of life.  The phallus represents the male and the circle on the top represents the female yoni or origin of life. 

I wear an ankh as a symbol of the male/female connection and the origin of life.

"Mind your own business, take care of your own affairs, and don't worry about other people so much." 

The good cops don't mind the scrutiny.