Health Care

There has been a lot of talk and debates over the new health care plan. I haven't quite decided where I stand on this issue, but things need to change. It has disturbed me though about these people inciting others by spreading rumors and making up scenarios. And, there are so many followers who will listen to them. If I was to say that the health plan had a provision in it for people to get guns for free, and the guns could only be used to kill yourself with, I am afraid that there would be people hearing that who would repeat it, and then there would be someone at a town hall meeting who would be screaming at a politician about the government proposing suicide for its citizens. That is how stupid these things have become. If you need to make a decision about a parent's continuing suffering with no hope of them getting better, like my brother and I had to make about Daddy, we didn't go to a death panel. We consulted a doctor. Did the doctor sit on a death panel? No, he was just doing his job. But, if someone uses the words "death panel", it conjures up a whole host of bad things, and others just flip out. I fear that insurance companies are just laughing about how stupid we have become. When I was needing oral surgery several years ago, I called my insurance company for a list of oral surgeons that my plan covered. I was in Columbia. There was one guy in Orangeburg, some 50 miles away. And, then the next closest was Atlanta, some 250 miles away. Columbia is a city with a lot of oral surgeons, but my policy didn't cover anyone in Columbia, so I couldn't afford the surgery. Consequently, I didn't have it. So, my feeling about health care reform is that all doctors need to be covered for everything for everybody. And, stop talking about socialism and nazis. Oh, and stop talking about the House plan that they aren't going to vote on anyway. That's another thing about Washington. They have a lot of plans. Usually, the plan that becomes law is one that is a compromise from lots of different plans. A committee takes ideas from several sources and puts them together into one plan. So, until that happens, just sit back and wait for it. Then, you can get in a Senator's face and yell at him. Hey, did you hear that the new health care plan has a provision in it for monkeys to parachute from the sky and are going to invade your personal space and give you hay fever? It's true, because I just made it up.

Woodstock Music

The Woodstock Music and Arts Fair in 1969 was much more than just the music. It was a happening. It was a place for peaceful people to get together. It was a life-changer. I have already discussed how that event changed me. But, I wanted to take a moment to talk about the music. If anybody has listened to the soundtracks, you will have heard some of the music that was played at Woodstock. But, there were a lot of artists that were there that didn't make the soundtracks. Some of that music has showed up on the DVD's. I have tried to see as many acts as I could who were there in 1969. Some of the artists aren't around anymore. Here is my list:
Canned Heat, Mountain, Crosby Stills & Nash, The Who, Richie Havens, Johnny Winter, Bob Weir (Grateful Dead), and Tim Hardin. Let me know if you have a larger list. Rock on.

New Phone

Contrary to popular opinion, I am not very savvy with new technological procedures. I am a quick learner, but I really need to be shown how to do something, and then I am a wiz in doing it. So, this morning, I had another test. I was going out for groceries, and I got my phone to take with me. I always check the phone first thing to see if I have any messages, especially after being in the bathroom, where I can't hear it ring. When I looked at the phone, there was a message that said something about battery failure. I am always recharging the battery, so I knew that it wasn't that the battery had died, but rather there was something wrong with the phone itself. We had a storm last night, so maybe the line surged. At any rate, there is no way to change the battery, as it is a cheap phone, so I needed to go to the store to get another one. My first stop was K-Mart, but they didn't have what I wanted. So, I went to Walmart. I found the phone that I needed and paid $15 for it. I use prepaid phones for reasons that are obvious to any regular reader of my blogs. I got back to the motel (I am getting VERY tired of staying here, but there is nowhere I can go seemingly) and opened the package. I must say that, as a guy, I don't like reading directions. Since the phone was from the same company as my old one, I knew something about how to get it started, but I had to read the directions on where to plug in the battery charger. Guess what? It wasn't in there. You know what else? The instructions didn't cover how to put in numbers in the address book or how to change ring styles. About the only thing in the instructions was how to turn it on and make a call. I had to figure the rest out. Hopefully, I did. At any rate, I think they make phones for folks who are technically savvy. Or else, the ones that aren't have a child or grandchild who is. I am just lucky that God gave me a brain to reason stuff out. As for my finances, I will probably have enough to stay here one more week, barring any terrible expenses. I am thankfully selling some stuff today on eBay. If they pay me on time, I should be okay for one more week. But, if there is anybody out there who would be willing for me to stay with them for a while, please let me know. I am pretty quiet and won't get in anyone's way. Thanks. And, how about this cooler weather? The rain is wonderful. Oh, I could go on and on, but I am washing clothes right now, and I need to move them to a dryer.

1969 Revisited

Alot has been said over the last couple of weeks about 1969. After all, it was the year of the first moon landing; Woodstock; the Sharon Tate killing; and Nixon becoming President. So, I wanted to take a few minutes and write about 1969. As you know, our trip to Europe in 1973 was a pivotal time in my life. A lot of things changed about me because of that trip. A close second was 1969. I was in high school. In History class, my teacher had us debate the Vietnam War. Due to where I was sitting, my half of the room had to support the anti-war movement. The other half took the pro-war stance. I had not been too concerned with the war prior to that time. I was more concerned with surviving getting beaten up, and trying not to get caught for doing stuff I shouldn't have been doing. So, if you believe in karma or fate, that moment in class was a moment of karma. I was destined to be debating the good things of the anti-war movement. It forced me to study it, and I found a lot of truth. 1969 was the year I became politically aware. It was the year I became what I called myself--"a short-haired hippie". My parents would not let me grow my hair long. But, I had the mindset of a hippie. My friends were hippies, or at least politically conscious people. I became a debater. When the astronauts landed on the moon, I realized that our planet was small, and anything was possible. When Sharon Tate was killed, I wrote in a movie magazine next to her picture that she had been killed by "a maniac". I knew nothing of the Manson family then. I just knew of the slaughter, and it affected me. Then, there was Woodstock. As I have written before, my hippie name became "The Woodstock Kid". Peace and Love. My parents gave me the soundtrack to the film for Christmas. I played it at a church social that we had at our house. The kids wanted to listen to side 2, but that had bad words on it, so we played the other sides. Later in my hippie experience, I joined the anti-war movement in college. My hair got longer. Many of the hippies were also in Theatre, so we fit right in, especially at PC. The philosophies of the day were many. Some dropped out mentally. Some did major drugs and liquor. Some wanted to change the face of politics or stop the war. But, whatever road we took on any given day, the idea of making a difference was very strong in my life. Despite some people not understanding, or criticizing me, I became a stronger person. And, I would like to think a gentler person. Peace and Love are powerful forces, and we need to get back to that mentality somehow. Who knows what I would think now had I been sitting on the other side of that room in History class in 1969. It was karma. It was fate. It was beautiful. I may not have been at Woodstock in August of 1969. And, if everyone was there who said they were there, it would have been much bigger than it was. But, Woodstock became me. The force surrounded me. And, I was never the same. Higher.

Peanut Parade

Okay, boys and girls, it is time for a test. Say "Pelion Peanut Parade" very fast 10 times. Ready? Go! I'll wait until you get done...What? Can't do it? Well, I can't either, but that's where I went today. As I discussed last week at Little Mountain, there is nothing like a small town parade. There were bands and floats. There were animals and little cars. There were motorcycles and tractors. And, the Andre Army was there. That's what we call us. The people who show up to promote Andre Bauer. My job, as usual, was to pass out stickers, mostly to kids. We have found through on the spot research that kids love stickers. They may not be able to read yet, much less vote, but they will wear a sticker, and that's free advertising for us. I gave them to some adults too. One thing about Pelion is that they have a nudist camp nearby. I was kind of hoping for those folks to have a float in the parade, but unfortunately they didn't. However, I did see one woman on the crowd who was wearing practically nothing. She took a sticker, but I have no idea where she put it. As for the political participants, Andre's Army was the only ones there. We did see one House member and the county sheriff, but no other candidates for governor. I think some folks might have felt slighted. Several of the floats had people on them throwing candy to the kids. Some girls on one float seemed to be aiming for my head. I tried to walk faster than the float to keep from getting hit, but would get it anyway. So, then I tried walking slower to let them get ahead, but then they stopped to do something, and we met up again. I had to warn the spectators about them. We heard even the sheriff hit someone with candy. It was all in good fun though. For those of you not familiar with South Carolina, the boiled peanut is recognized as our state's official nut. That is what this celebration was all about. I didn't eat any nuts, but I saw a lot of them. But, one thing that Pelion has more of than nuts is gnats. They were all over the place. I guess the residents are used to them, but us city people had a tough time with gnats. So, it was a good time in Pelion.

My Life

Over the past few months, I have been trying to find a job with no luck. I know times are tough. You don't have to tell me that. Many people have said they are praying for me. And, I appreciate that. But, as I have looked around for someone to let me stay with them, I have come up empty. I have been staying at a motel in town, but I am about to run out of money and will no longer be able to afford it. So, what is the alternative? I don't know. I do have my car, but I do not want to have to live in it. In this blog, over the last few weeks, I have tried not to get negative. For one reason, it takes too much energy. For another, I am trying to stay positive. And for another reason, I didn't know if any employer might read my blog and think badly of me. So, I have tried to keep putting a positive spin on things. But, it is time for a reality check. So, here is the reality. I don't have enough money to make it through the end of this week. I am sinking back into a depressed state. I really don't want to be at the point I was around Christmas. That was just too horrible. I am back to a day to day existence. It would help if someone believed in me financially. I don't mind criticism, but right now, I need someone to pat me on the back and tell me that I am okay. A hug to tell me that I am all right. Something. I know that there are people out there who are in bad shape. I am not the only one. But, I hate to say what I am about to, but let's just lay it all out. When I attended the funeral last week, I had thoughts as to me being in that casket. I thought how wonderful it would be for people to say nice things about me. I thought how interesting it would be for people to cry over me. For people to care. I am missing that right now. Sorry to have to say that. I know I need to snap at of it, and I will. I always do. It is us creative types. Sorry if I brought you down. Okay, back to me. If anybody has a PayPal acct., please go on and send me some money. My acct. is durst11@gmail.com. Thank you. God has a plan for me. He is teaching me things every day. I just wish I could graduate from my lessons.

Little Mountain

There is a town in South Carolina called Little Mountain. It is called that, because there is a little mountain in the town. In fact, it is the highest point east of the mountains. The area is relatively flat around the mountain. I don't know why it is there. So, every year they have a reunion. Folks come from miles around to enjoy a weekend with family and friends. Some folks come from out of state for this annual gathering. On Friday night, they had a dance. Today, they had a big parade and party. I was asked to be in the parade to support Andre Bauer. I would guess that there was around 5000 people there today, and I gave out a bunch of stickers and notepads. And, it was hot. I am not really sure how far I walked today, but I would say at least 2 miles. Little Mountain is a little town, but we went up and down the main road at least twice. I met the mayor of the town and also got to see Joe Pinner, who is the honorary mayor of the town. And, we ran into some opposition to Andre, but I just tried to be as nice as possible. On my many trips through Little Mountain over the years, I have found them to be pretty nice people, and they didn't disappoint me today. There really isn't anything like small town America. Bands, floats, tractors, motorcycles, beauty queens, cheerleaders, politicans, old cars, and other things. We left, but there was barbecue being served and a concert cranking up. They had rides for the kids. All in all, a good time this morning. If I am still around, there is a Peanut Festival next weekend in Pelion. I have to look forward to it, as my life is so depressing now. If I don't run out of money by then. Please help me. My PayPal acct. is durst11@paypal.com. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.