"So? What's the rest of the story. What did he do that made him a target? Was he just a passerby. I seriously dought that. Lesson: behave "or else."" more
"Actually, "everything" is "nothing." Since "everything" is constantly in a state of change (a dynamic environment), the idea of substantiality is an illusion based on fleeting glimpses only." more
"The really tragic thing is that no one, including those reading this post, "get it." We, the human race, are undergoing a "growing up" phase in our evolution, and we are mentally stuck in the muck of our . . ." more
Okay Don you know the rules. I guessed the instruments, now you must read one Doggie Story. Buddy's Tale is short and sweet. And I promise I won't 'Hound' you about it again!! If you click my name and then my posts you'll find Buddy sitting there waiting patiently like the great Dawg he IS!!!
Hey, just reread your bio and caught the 'symphony player' part, which instrument? Lemmee guess, trumpet or coronet? That's what I played in the early school band, but while they were playing Pomp and Circumstances I was busy with Midnight in Moscow and Wunderland Der Nacht! Neighbors complained, so I switched to guitar.
Hello Don hope this 5th of July finds you and yours well! Got your message, I'll have long distance enabled early this week and call you back, sure appreciate the opportunity.
I want to find your Tigers in the Sand book, I sure am interested by your synopsis. As to myself someday being published, I posted some short stories here which I mentioned earlier, those will hopefully get some notice someday, in the meantime I'm working on some others.
Stay well Don Hawley, you are a most energetic and commendable American Hero in my book ALL the time.
Heya Donald please don't take my 'close friends' comment as me jumping to familiarity, I use that in my comedy routines with my audiences to break the ice and then launch into one of my schpiels. Hopefully it'll actually turn out to be more than a schpiel in our relationship, I'm predicting at least a friendship based upon mutual interests and as I said earlier, perhaps some design or building work that will outlast our life spans by some centuries. Like the Hunza, who get their daily water through delivery systems built hundreds of years ago, by their forefathers. Split logs, hanging from cliffs on supports, suspended with wires or metal devices [more recent of course] put into place long before the current end-users were conceived.
There are only two books I've found, HunzaLand and The Wheel of Health. The Wheel of Health was written by GT or GW Wrench, a brilliant and articulate Doctor or researcher who learned his fundamentals from a Doctor McCarrison, whose work was based in India and other Southeastern Asian British colonies or occupied areas.
Wrench subtitles his book, published in 1936 or so, 'Long Life and Health among the Hunza' iirc. His foreword sets forth his ideas that while the medical establishment circa late 1800's was focused upon illness and disease, no one was investigating the cultures that lived their lives free of the ill-health that most 'civilized' societies accept as normal.
The Hunza are a most remarkable people, most likely soldiers and support personnel split off from Alexander the Great's Empire, possibly combined with others, allies or enemies circa 2300-2100 BC, and these people settled in their Shangri La, north of Pakistan in a Himalaya valley, I believe Hunza Valley or near Gilgut.
In the late 50's a Doctor contacted the Art Linkletter 'People atre Funny Show and suggested a show that featured the Hunza; this Doctor, an optomitrist, had learned of the Hunza through an article in Life or Look, and had then been frustrated at the absence of further information.
[I have not learned to type and because I injured my left hand today I'm typing with one finger and using my left little knuckle to hit shift key]
side note: Art Linkletter was known by his employees and associates as a man who never once in his life showed anger or raised his voice. This is a Hunza characteristic.
The People are Funny folks wrote to this Midwest Doctor and suggested HE go visit the Hunza and report back. Thus was begun the journey that would result in the book 'Hunza Land' circa 1959 or so. Inside the front cover is a picture of Art, with some words by him. Looking at Art one can believe he in fact never got angry. I can't even imagine such a mind and Spirit. But I've heard that Jesus was this kind of man. And no doubt there are or have been others.
Anyhoo these two books are stunners. But only later was it learned that the Hunza have access to the most mineral-rich, perfectly balanced mineral water on Earth. 17,000 mgs of Calcium per quart, along with most other minerals and other co-factors peculiar to glacial scraping of Earth going back through many millions of years.
Of course the Hunza also live far from the pollution and depleted soils of overpopulated areas; and their activities are conducive to robust good health. They return all waste products to their soil, and they do absolute magic with apricots, including the seeds.
Please google Hunza, then scroll down to Secrets of Hunza Water. Research was carried out by this wonderful fellow who developed a liquid mineral mix which he then gave away for years, until his resources ran down.
I began using a similar mix twenty years ago; my hair was falling out and turning grey at 30. Now I'm 56 and I have thick brown hair, I don't feel pain except when I get injured or run down [I have bad teeth from my early years doing drugs and eating twinkees, but even the broken-off roots only feel pain if I run low on nutrients or eat too much sugary foods. Also my knee was broken, car hit me while I was running through a green light in 1997, the doctors said I'd never run or climb again.
Last x-ray showed the knee completely healed, although I never got the surgery three doctors insisted I must have. But the American Indian Doctor, my fourth opinion guy, told me not to get the surgury, just to learn about nutrition and holistic healing, which I did, and now I run like a kid, but faster.
The Hunza are now getting tied into 'civilized' wanna-be developers.
If they let a Starbucks get built there, then it will indeed be, the end of the world as we know it.
Stay well Donald! Gotta get ready for work, I'm powerwashing a huge tent on San Francisco's Herb Caen Way, across from Pier 39, on the waterfront. A friggen Ladies Clothing store, in a tent five times bigger than our 10x50 trailer home.
I must obtain your Tigers in the Sand. Since we're going to be very close friends, can I purchase a signed copy? Here's my phone number. Give me a call if you have free or cheap long distance, or send me an email if you are comfortable with that. My phone does not show the caller's number, and I don't invade the privacy of others, because that is not right.
415 -508- 1135. email tanelion@netzero.com. Supposed to be tamelion, my Brother Aaron's brand, but the overworked fellow in India could not understand my yammering 'M'!! not N...M!!
He was, however, a hard-working Father. That much I got.
That's one intriguing synopsis you presented, Donald. And I have zero doubt, about your abilities.
Hey, for a chuckle read my 'Speculations on the advances in science during mankind's earlier years', or Too much Spumoni, or even A day in the Life of King George the Saferist.
For a good Doggie story, Buddy's Tale. To meet Rudyard Kepler, the merchant marine who sailed away from his ten-year old daughter and returned a lifetime later, just in time to prevent her heroin addiction from letting his granddaughter freeze to death, see 'Another Full Circle'.
But I won't come asking if you read these works. That would be as rude, as our wives asking if they look fat in their new bikinis. A loaded, deadly question.
The only exit plan is: Grab your chest, fall to the floor gasping, let loose some prayers or gasp like you're drowning, then before the terrified gal can call 911, say, No, Honey, just coime here, hug me, let me feel your love...maybe a brandy, and a chest massage, I'll be fine, just...hold me, Dearest!
If you're as smart as you've proven here, you just might pull this one off!
Enjoy your New Mexico evening Donald. I sure did when I was there, in Albaquerque, back in '75. Love that city, and the people. And those cheeseburgers, on the main drag, where all the cars get bumper-to-bumper on Friday and Saturday nights and just kill the motors. That still happen, or was I dreaming?
I took my friend John there, so he could get off drugs, his wife and her Brother, a Doctor, wanted him to get right. I drove him there, he vanished, so I spent a week running through the city with John's Great Dane. I met some fine people, and some excellent Doggies.
John sent me word last year. He got clean. He raised three perfect kids. His Wife, an American Indian, and her Brother, a skinny, egotistical ladies' man with more heart and talent than any six-pack of AMA doctors, never shunned his duty as Brother in Law.
John McCavoy, success in the New Mexico magic world. I flew home broke and fed up, sure did miss that Great Dane.
