Friday, August 31, 2007

pitchers tuck by buddy don: a garden grows in staten island


thays a garden over in staten island that ye caint fine the lack of nowhars else here in amurka on a counta tiz a chinese skolars garden. tiz a place bilt fer contemplayshun n meditayshun. me n miz bd wood bild us one ifn we wuz to win the lottery or sumthin, witch that aint lackly, so thisn is a'gone half to do ...

one thang different bout it is how tiz all enclozed in walls ...



ye kin fine all kindsa lil nooks n crannies ...



... witch ye kin walk rite into em sos ye kin sit n meditate or contemplate thangs ...



everwhar ye turn, thays a purty vue









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Thursday, August 30, 2007

eggscuses of buddy don: uplodin pitchers


pall gies fer not postin today, but i have spent my hole mornin uplodin pitchers i tuck last evenin at a volunteer softball game one of the groups in our cumpny wuz a'havin. they wuz kind a nuff to ast me wood i take pitchers thar, so i dun it, but uplodin em has tuck all mornin so far.

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Wednesday, August 29, 2007

pitchers tuck by buddy don: the tank, the hole tank n nuthin but the tank


i aint felt lack botherin them critters a nuff to git sum new pitchers of them crawdads, witch thay must be ten or twenty of em by now. tiz hard to tell on a counta them moltin, witch they lacks to bury tharself whenever they do that. but heres the hole tank fer a change ...



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Tuesday, August 28, 2007

eggscuses of buddy don: a lil under the weather


pall gies fer not bloggin yesterdy, but me n miz bd wuz a lil under the weather on a counta thay wuz this airloom tomater sale, witch ye kin eat too minny tomaters to whar ye git the runs, jes in case ye dint know. i feel wore plum out even today, witch we are much better now if a lil tarrd.

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Thursday, August 23, 2007

pitchers tuck by buddy don: vue frum navesink highlands lighthouse


thays a nuther lighthouse besides the one out on sandy hook, witch tiz in atlantic highlands. after me n miz bd had watched them paragliders fer a while, we wonted to eat, witch we lack a place name of bahrs landin (pitchers on the way), but they dint open till 11:30, so we went up into the navesink highlands lighthouse, witch it has two lighthouse towers.

this first pitcher is a wide angle vue showin ye sandy hook across from whar the navesink river dumps into the bay thar, witch thats whar all them folks is paraglidin n windsurfin. in the far distunts ye kin see brooklyn n man hattan ...



heres a closer shot of the same thang ...



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Wednesday, August 22, 2007

pitchers tuck by buddy don: tricky stairs




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Tuesday, August 21, 2007

pitchers tuck by buddy don: more sandy hook


after drivin to the end of it, me n miz bd drove back along sandy hook a'lookin fer whut folks wuz doin. we knew they wuznt eatin strate from the water:



ifn i had seen a sine lack that, i mite not be willin to go in, but thay wuz a reason folks mite wonta:



corse, twernt only windsurfin they wuz a'doon. looked to us lack the paraglidin wuz even more fun, witch in this pitcher ye kin see a wind surfer in the foreground n a paraglider in the back:



as ye kin see, they kin even fly, witch heres one of em paragliders a'doin it:



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Monday, August 20, 2007

pitchers tuck by buddy don: sandy hook


on saturdy me n miz bd gut us one of them zip cars, witch ye order it in add vants n then walk up at the time tiz yourn n stick yer card over a lil sticker n nex thang ye know, the locks open, ye git n thar is the key. we had us quite a day, startin off by a drive down to sandy hook new jersey, witch tiz a lil spit of land jes off a place name of atlantic highlands. we wuz thar a time or two befor, but we dint have no idee jes how big that spit of land wuz nor how much wuz a'goin on with it. i tuck a slew of pitchers, so heres a few of em ...

furst thays this light house, witch twuz the furst one bilt in the united states, furst doin its duty back in 1764 n continuin to this verr day ...


we wint by a museeum to see how thay make so much lite, witch tiz a trick of mirrors n this speshul glass ...




we also gut out n walked roun on the beaches (we had other plans fer the day, so we dint stay too long). frum sandy hook ye kin look back tords the city, ceptn whut ye see is furst brooklyn n then the taller bildins of man hattan ...


baywatch, jersey-style ...


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Friday, August 17, 2007

pitchers tuck by buddy don: waitin fer that thar sunrise n ferry






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Thursday, August 16, 2007

secret plans of buddy don: sorta kinda more eggscuses


i know i aint had time to do much in the way of bloggin here lately, but thats on a counta havin sum innerestin thangs in the wurks that i caint hardly wait to tell ye bout but since thays secrets fer the current spell, i caint say much. but i kin give ye a cuple hints.

thays a cuple thangs i wonta be a'tellin ye bout soon n i thank ye will lack em. twill be a chants fer ye to git yer hands on sum thangs that wuz only on yer screen up to now.

n thays more, but i caint tell ye much bout it yet.

thang is, thays a lot of wurk rapped up in the sprizes i am hopin to sprang on ye soon.

so please be payshunt n keep cummin back. i caint even say my ownself when i will be able to make my secrets publick ... but i caint hardly wait!

n i am hopin to have em reddy ere me n miz bd flies off to ireland fer the weddin of loretta to paddy ...

but ifn ye wonta, ye kin jes take all this chatter as sorta kinda more eggscuses fer why i aint bloggin ...

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Wednesday, August 15, 2007

pomes of buddy don: no time


No Time

I could make rhymes, but there's no time,
Besides, I've no idea –
So let me go now even though
I can't say more than, "See ya!"

(fergive the lack of inny ritin much these days. i been readin a grate manuscrip (jes finished it!) n wurkin lack crazy (on a job i luv, witch that mite be part of the problem).

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Tuesday, August 14, 2007

eggscuses of buddy don: no time to blog


yesterdy wuz a verr long day fer me n miz bd. then when i gut up, i couldnt do nuthin but read bout how karl rove has dun claimd he wuz leavin early. thay must be sumthin more to that, witch i caint hep but be curyas.

but tiz time fer me to git!

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Monday, August 13, 2007

pitchers tuck by buddy don: hot august in brooklyn


twuz a verr hot day on sundy, but me n miz bd wint to that garden innywho. heres a cuple pitchers of them amazin water lilies, witch even king solomon aint gut nuthin on them when it cums to gittin spruced up ...







the beeyootifull flower of the sacred lotus ends up a'lookin lack a ugly mess, but tiz frum this that nex years sacred lotuses will cum ...


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Friday, August 10, 2007

pitchers tuck by buddy don: take me out to that thar ballgame






caught stealin ...






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Thursday, August 09, 2007

wurklife of buddy don: volunteerin!


bein frum the grate state of tennessee lack i am, ye fine yerself always gittin into thangs on a counta whenever sumbidy asts whuther thay is inny volunteers, ye gut to step up n brag bout how thats jes whut ye are. sum folks thanks thats a crazy way to ack, but today is one of them days that makes it all wurthwhile.

ye mite could member bout how sum years ago i tuck a volunteer spot with the poe-leece athletick league rookie baseball program, witch goodbank has been supportin thatn fer twelve years. bein that i kep showin up, i made it up to assistant commishuner, wurkin long side a good frien of mine name of sanjay, who hes the commishuner. innywho, today we are takin them kids out to see the mets play agin them braves. twill be a tuff day of wurk -- the games cummences at 12:05, leavin preshuss lil time to do innythang else -- but i will take my camra (fixed) n try to make it thru the best way i kin.

have i menchunned lately how i am proof that blessins abound even fer the undeeservin? if not, let me menchun it now n point out how i am proof of it.

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Wednesday, August 08, 2007

pomes of buddy don: The Craven


The Craven
(with apologies to Edgar Allen Poe)

Once upon a newsday showing on TV the pundits glowing
Over many a quaint and curious question from us all –
While I viewed it nearly sleeping, frustrated almost to weeping
At the strange responses coming, coming like a newsy scrawl
That was scrambled, jumbled, jangled till I could not read it all
“Perhaps,” I thought, “the font’s too small.”

Ah, distinctly I can see it: Alfredo, he wished to flee it,
Dodging the interogation like it was a funeral pall –
Senators, they sought an answer, but the AG was a dancer,
Dancing round the questions asked him like a tumbler on a ball,
Hiding honesty he owed us, with the words we hate to scrawl:
Quoth the craven, “Don’t recall.”

These two words he kept repeating, like a lost lamb bleating, bleating,
As if wolves were threatening to beat and eat him in a brawl –
Could there be no truth inside him? or no laws to stand astride him
As he showed the world a strain of pure unprecedented gaul?
Or were we to sit and gaze, amazed and yet still held in thrall?
Quoth the craven, “Don’t recall”

One could write a thousand verses and not cover all the curses
That our very founding fathers would so horribly appall –
Did they risk their reputations, lives and fortunes in creation
Of our nation just so such evil misfortune could befall
Us in a time of war, a time when good men should stand tall?
Quoth the craven, “Don’t recall.”

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Tuesday, August 07, 2007

pomes of buddy don: The Freedom We Held Dear


The Freedom We Held Dear

The British couldn’t do it though they tried
When thirteen colonies were all we were –
We would not let the fear of death decide
Which form of government we would prefer.

And in this land of partisan extremes
Even the civil war could not rewrite
The liberty and freedom of our dreams
For though divided, fear was not our plight.

Nor could the powers of last century –
The Nazis and the Soviets and more –
Divert us from our place in history
Or sacrifice the rights that we adore.

And yet in six short years through use of fear
We’ve given up the freedom we held dear.

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Monday, August 06, 2007

quik note of buddy don: back, but still wurkin


tiz a grate blessin to have a job ye luv as much as i am luvin mine at the moment, but it do tend to git in the way of mos everthang else.

the trip wuz fantastick. i gut a lot dun, gut to have dinner with one of my best friends at the montgomry inn follerd by ice cream at a place name of graeters, witch ifn ye git a chants sum time when yer in or round cincinnati, ye orta try ye sum.

then we had us a good time on saturdy, witch twuz jessicas burthdy n paddy had dun hisself proud, gittin us one of them roof top places fer the eevent n puttin out fanger foods n such. he woodnt even let me pay fer a sangle malt fer myself n miz bd.

now we are countin the days till the weddin on september 22. we gut sum grate news bout folks attendin, speshly the mother of the brides mother ...

i will try to git my bloggin back on track in the nex day or so.

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