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Guns, Guns, Guns!

I own a shotgun, but I don’t think anyone should be able to purchase guns that are capable of killing many people at one time. I remember the old cowboy movie’s days where they had six bullets in their gun, and they had to reload if they continually missed their target. I was in England in 2014 (pop 65 million), and they had a total of 22 gun deaths that year. So, I think there is some validity to restricting the use of guns. I know the Second Amendment gives us the right to bear arms, but I am leaning toward thinking that it should be a privilege that could be taken away if you abuse it. I don’t think I’m opposed to making it a privilege instead of a right. I don’t see that owning a gun today is as necessary as it was when the Constitution was written. I am against teachers being armed and against being able to carry guns into church’s & restaurants. I think there are too many unhinged people in our society today and allowing them to own guns is wrong. I am very uncomfortable around people that carry weapons (that includes policeman).

Surely, if we can deny half our citizens (females) the right to vote for almost 150 years, we can deny people the right to own a gun by making it a privilege.

Most of the adults I knew in my childhood did not own a gun. Those that did used them for hunting. I’m not saying that citizens cannot own a gun, just that in order to get one they should not have a criminal record, nor, have psychiatric problems.


The Older We get

The Older We Get…..

As we grow older, and hence wiser, we slowly realize that whether our watch is worth $30, or $300, it doesn’t matter – – they both tell the same time.

Whether we carry a $300.00 or a $30.00 wallet/handbag – – the amount of money inside is the same.

Whether we drink a bottle of $300 or $15 wine – – the hangover is the same.

Whether the house we live in is 300 or 3000 sq. ft.,  it doesn’t matter- – loneliness is the same.

Whether you drive a $8,000 Honda or a $80,000 Benz –they both serve the same purpose.

You will realize, your true inner happiness does not come from the MATERIAL things of this world.
Therefore, I hope you realize, when you have mates, buddies and old friends, brothers and sisters, who you chat with, laugh with, talk with, have sung songs with, talk about north-south-east-west, or heaven and earth – – That is true happiness!!


1. Don’t educate your children to be rich. Educate them to be Happy. So when they grow up they will know the value of things not the price.
2: Best awarded words: “Eat your food as your medicines. Otherwise you have to eat medicines as your food.”
3: The One who loves you will never leave you because even if there are 100 reasons to give up he or she will find one reason to hold on.
4: There is a big difference between a human being and being human. Only a few really understand it.
5. You are loved when you are born. You will be loved when you die. In between, You have to manage!
6: If you just want to Walk Fast, Walk Alone! But if you want to Walk Far, Walk Together!

1. Sunlight
2. Rest
3. Exercise
4. Diet
5. Self Confidence and
6. Friends
Maintain them in all stages of Life and enjoy a healthy life.
The older we get, the fewer things seem worth waiting in line for.

Psychology of Crowds

The Psychology of Crowds

In 1841 Gustave Le Bon, a French Polymath (A person of great and varied learning), authored the best selling book, “The Psychology of Crowds”. Le Bon’s conviction is that a crowd assumes the characteristics of blind submission, fierce intolerance, and the need for violent propaganda. The crowd’s leader is acclaimed as a veritable god, holding sway over its imagination by devising new formulas as devoid as possible of precise meaning, thus taking on whatever meaning the follower invents. Le Bon further states that at the same time, this leader destroys his rivals with claims devoid of substance and, by dint of affirmation, repetition, and contagion, he affirms that his opponent is an arrant (without qualification) scoundrel and that it is a matter of common knowledge that he has been guilty of several crimes. Le Bon then adds that it is, of course, useless to be troubled with any semblance of proof.

Well, it seems to me, that 175 years later his observations are closely resembling the 2016 election campaign of Donald Trump. How else to explain the “Crowds” that follow “The Donald” wherever he goes and believes whatever he says, no matter how arrogant, condescending, belligerent, or mean spirited he becomes. Politicians that I respected and thought were pretty darn smart turned out in significant numbers to embrace the drivel that falls from his lips. His favorite slogan is “Crooked Hillary”, yet there is absolutely no proof that she has ever done anything illegal. He blames her for Benghazi but the CIA was responsible for our embassies, not the State Department. He blames her for having a private server for her email but, as we all know, that was not against the law and others in that position prior to her had used them. She assumed it was okay for her to do the same thing. The worst that can be said is that she was technically naïve and should have known better. How can all the good work that woman has done in her lifetime be so easily dismissed. Somehow, Trump brings out the worst in us.

Equally amazing to me is that Trump refuses to show his income tax returns to the public for review. When asked, he responds that he is being audited and, therefore, cannot do so. What kind of logic is required to lend credibility to that statement? The IRS already has your tax forms and what you are divulging to us they already know, so where is that tiny strand of understanding that makes me want to believe you? True, he isn’t required by law to show his returns but it simply begs the question, “Does he have something to hide”?

As George Will so eloquently stated in a recent column, “Sooner, or later, we all sit down to a banquet of consequences.

Tommy’s Thoughts #5

We have been busily preparing for some repair work in our home.  We have cracks in the drywall on our ceilings and walls due to our house settling.  We had about 30 anchors install several years ago and, it seems, the settling has stopped.  A contractor is scheduled to be here Wednesday (9/24) to start the work.  After he finishes a fellow will start painting the ceilings.  Almost all the walls have wallpaper on them, so we haven’t decided what to do about those yet.  We may remove the wallpaper and paint them.   The Decider, no not George Bush, hasn’t decided yet.  Anyway, turmoil will prevail in our little hut for quite awhile.  Jerilyn dislikes any type of disruption, so this is taking quite a toll on her.   I am comfortable with a mess, so I’m not bothered too much.  I think that bothers her also.  At my age I try to keep frettin’ to a minimum.

Tommy’s Thoughts #4

A few days ago I exchanged letters with a lady that, unknowingly, had a big impact on my life.  It was the summer of 1951 and I was 10 years old.  The Page coal camp was home to about 20 families, whose fathers worked for the Page Coal company.  None of the families owned a TV and the only telephone was a company system that identified you by the number of rings (to the best of my knowledge only the important people-bosses- had telephones).  There was very little contact with the world outside that small coal camp.  That summer, Gwen Mullins began reading a novel to her 5 children on her front porch.  The reading session lasted an hour and took place every day, except Sunday, rain or shine.  She was kind enough to let other children become fascinated listeners.   It was amazing to me how she could change her voice to become the character speaking and draw me into the world of that story.  To this very day, I do most of my traveling through books and I know that my fondness of them stems from the delight derived from listening to Gwen Mullins read.  She is probably close to 90 years old now, but, I’ll bet good money she still reads and I hope her grandchildren/great-grandchildren had the opportunity to enjoy novels read by such a wonderful person.

Tommy’s Thoughts #3

Have you ever tried to remember the “Firsts” in your life?  Some examples of “firsts” would be: first sweetheart, first kiss, first date, first sex, first job, first car accident, anyway you get the idea.  I think we forget all those important things and maybe take them for granted, or wish they had never happened.  I was 16 when I found my first sweetheart.  Her name is Joyce Weaver.  I have no idea where Joyce is now, but she was the perfect “first love”.   She was kind, attentive, and as sweet as a southern peach.  On our first date I went to her home at one of the coal camps in our area.  She lived in the Red Jacket Camp, and I lived about 6 miles away in the Page Camp.  I remember sitting in her living room looking at old photo albums while her mother was making dessert in the kitchen.  The TV never came on, the telephone refused to ring, and we stared into each other’s eyes and wondered what the future held for us.  As I left her home that evening, I remember thinking, as I got into the car, what it felt like to be in love.  Sadly, our relationship lasted a few months and when I told Joyce I wanted to start seeing someone else, she cried.  That was the first time I broke someone’s heart.  I decided then and there that I never wanted to do that again.  I can’t say that I ever have.

Tommy’s Thoughts #2

I was 15 years old in 1956 when Elvis Presley’s first #1 record was on the airwaves.  “Heart Break Hotel” had converted all my teenage friends to a new type of music called Rock & Roll.  My mother looked at me one day as I turned the volume up on the radio, smiled as she said; “Tommy Joe, Elvis is just a flash in the pan”.  That was one of the few times, to my knowledge, she was wrong about anything (maybe some of the times she whipped me were wrong J).  Of course, Elvis later became known as “The King” and had fans all over the world.  There are a lot of wonderful singers in the world today, (Cher, Dion, Barbara?), but I still enjoy listening to Elvis.  Music is such a vital part of my life.  As I write this missive, there is music in the background, sometimes it’s easy listening or gospel, but most of the time its country (very seldom Rock and never Rap).  Yet, I know people that seldom listen, and a few that never listen, to music.  To them quiet is more important.  I think, probably, that quiet should be given more credit than it receives.  If a psychiatrist analyzed those who preferred continual music to no music at all, they would in all likelihood  conclude that music listeners are easily bored and in constant need of some form of energy surrounding them.  I definitely prefer listening to, “You Ain’t Nothin’ But A Hound Dog”, to sorting thru the shopworn thoughts that bounce around inside my head.  I think Charles Darwin said it best; “If I had my life to live over again, I would have made a rule to read some poetry and listen to some music at least once a week”.

Tommy’s Thoughts #1

“Talent hits a target no one else can hit; genius hits a target no one else can see.”- Arthur Schopenhauer.  How true that is.  I have known quite a few people with talent but very few geniuses (exceptional intellectual ability).   I know, perhaps, two or three people that come close.   Those people know they are smarter than average and are more than willing to let others use their abilities to resolve problems in their lives.  In other words, they share the genius they surely know they inherited from someone else.  I think most of us will agree there is nothing more disagreeable than an arrogant smart person.  Wait a minute, maybe an arrogant idiot is more disagreeable!  As a kid growing up in a coal camp, the smartest person I knew was the camp superintendent, and he could not read nor write.   When I did chores for him, he would reach into his pocket, fetch some change, extend his hand with palm open and tell me to take 50¢.   How many of us today knows someone that’s illiterate?   I have known two people in my life that were.  Today, that is unthinkable with the educational opportunities available to every American, there is really no excuse to be uneducated.  I believe the really important thing, no matter our smartness, is how much common sense we have and how well we use it.  So, if  I can’t qualify in the genius area, do I have any talent?  Alas, I fall far short in that area also.  I’ve been practicing guitar and taking lessons for well over a year and Jerilyn puts on her earmuffs whenever she sees me headed for the thing.   I am an utter failure at making things grow and carpentry might as well be some foreign language.  I guess I do all those things because I have fun trying.