A Moonshooters Diary

I like this picture of Dad, back in his single days before he met and fell in love with Mom. His name was also...John. He used to be the adventurous type, driving from place to place on his Harley. He'd tell me about the hill climbs he did on it...and this was before motorcycles were the rage. Dad was born in a log cabin in a small town in Northern Michigan. He had to drop out of school and go to work before he finished grammar school. The two things that he seemed to really enjoy...hearing him tell it, were motorcyles and dancing. In fact he met Mom at a dance and I think that's what got her attention. He was know in our neighborhood as the Waltz King...but he could do a pretty mean polka too. Accordians were his favorite instrument and he played one. Not well...but he played. Anyhow when I was growing up he made sure that I had a set of encylopedias so I could learn some of the things that he didn't know about. Those and just a few others were what I cut my teeth

Sometimes...not often, I think about how big the Universe really is and how small I am in proportion to it. It gives me a little better 'perspective' on some things. I imagine, when I hear about how 'the universe' is able to provide everything I need, that this is true. Then I think about WHO created the universe, with all it's wonders and details. Who created ME...so unique and different that even my fingerprints and DNA are different than anyone Else's on this planet. Looking through a telescope I see one thing...looking through a microscope I see the same thing from a different perspective. It gives me a lot to think about...and I'm in awe. I exist and am a little part of the 'big picture', a drop of water in a vast ocean. Then the numbers get so huge that the only one that makes any sense is...ONE. One drop...ONE ocean.

I started out my day well. I had a cup of coffee and began looking through my 'computer stuff'. I happened to wander onto Tom Murasso's posting and watched a video. It made me wonder...'why the heck can't I think of this stuff'? My days are filled with the usual 'mundane' matters and I find it refreshing to find something that can cause a few giggles. This morning I found TWO. But for the sake of time and sanity, I'll only post one and keep the other in my hidden stash and peek at it from time to time. Creativity abounds.

I was thinking that the older I get the more I realize that everyone looks at the same thing...but sees it a little differently. While following my 'white rabbit' I discovered as video that reminds me of a book I read many moons ago... anyhow it seems like it. It was by a guy named Edwin A. Abbott and he wrote it around 1884. Seems like the year I was born, but it wasn't. It's called Flatland: A Romance of Many Dimensions. It was one of the books that 'fell off the shelf' at the library when I was looking for something to read. How? Another 'John story.' I'll tell it sometime. Anyhow...it was in the physics section. How the heck I ended up there I haven't a clue 'cause science is not my strong suit. I had to take Chemistry 3 times in high school before I got the hang of it. But it was an interesting story. Last night I found a video that was fun to watch and it showed more clearly why people may think a little 'differently'...and wh

As I go traipsing along the "Yellow Brick Road" called life, I sometimes meet someone who inspires me with their story and makes the journey a little easier when it comes to the 'rough' spots in the road. I've read countless books on everything from the magical to the mundane, interesting and borrrrrrrrrrrrring. But with each one I've grown. I'm not the person I was before I experienced the 'story'. Helen Keller was one of those people, who had the 'heart' and Nick Vujicic is another. This is a video that tells his story better than I can.

I woke up this morning to a brand new day! I love doing that 'cause now I know that I've got something to work with. Yesterday is in the 'history' books, thank God. What can I say other than I'm human? I misconscrewed things up a couple of times but I'm not going to sit on my 'but' and worry about it. I grew a little and learned a few things. That's the way my life works. Every day I bounce back 'cause I have rubber 'buts'. I see every day as a 'new beginning in the rest of my life'. One day older and one day a teeny bit wiser...mebbe. But I'm living today, doing the best that I can and when the day is done...it's done. Kaput. I've started looking at things a little differently and appreciating the things that I have under my nose. I have a roof over my head, a chair to sit in while I'm doing what I love to do and a computer to do it on. I have a window to look out of while the sun shines in, or watch t

I'm finding that life is getting to be more fun and interesting. Hey, what can I say other than I'm a happy camper. What's happening that makes everything better? Nothing big...but everything is becoming 'more special'. I'm seeing thing from the standpoint of appreciating what's under my nose. Finally. I was at work today and they were playing a song on the 'canned music' overhead. I didn't much care for it at times because it was the same tunes over and over and over again. Then I started listening to the words. It's interesting when I pay attention to the things that I used to take for granted. This is a cool tune that they were playing today. When I was a kid my dad started calling me Sunny...because he said I had a 'sunny disposition'. Then everyone else hopped on the bandwagon and Sonny Crocker was who I became. Sonny. What a coincidence. I'm Cherokee Elvis' papa (he's our Bichon Frise) and his real daddy's name i