Jay's Musing

Sunday, January 31, 2010

America gets water!

I propose that our government spend billions of dollars building canals all across America.
Then, when one area is flooding, the water could be diverted to the dry areas, and when one area gets too much snow it could be piled up near the canals to melt later, and thus be transported where needed.
This mass movement of water would allow everyone to have the water when they need it.

And, it would put millions of people to work. this would give our economy a shot like the transcontinental railroad did in the 1800's.

Okay, maybe it's a crazy idea, but...

Water would only have to be pumped to the continental divides, and then diverted to areas of need.

©-Jay Hudson

Saturday, January 23, 2010

Who Do You trust?

Who Do You Trust?


According to Uncle John’s mama, there were treacherous gulches, deep ravines, and maybe even bottomless canyons in the Pee Dee River Hills where the family church was located.

Every Sunday on the way to church his mama repeated her warning,”Johnny, don’t you leave the church yard.You hear me? If you get out of the church yard you might fall in one of those deep gulches,treacherous ravines, or maybe even that bottomless canyon that grandpa says is out there among the hills.You remember what I told you a long time ago? It was the time Grandpa Shepard said he saw the devil come up out of the river whilst he was out in his boat fishing and drinking,and it being a Sunday. Don’t you never forget I told you either. I know how cocky and inquisitive you are, but you had better listen to me before it’s too late.”

"Them hills are slippery on account of holding heat, and cool air hitting them causes moisture to develop on them. Why, just a couple days ago I heerd of a man falling off the Grand Canyon.The idiot didn’t realize them rocks sloping downward towards the canyons edge sweated, and a careless person would go too far.”


“Johnny, are you listening to me?”


“Yes Mama! I’m a listening and I won’t go too far from the church.”

As soon as the car stopped Johnny was out the door running to play with his friends, mostly his cousins, and aunts and uncles near his own age.

Both sets of his grandparents practiced the Biblical admonition to procreate and populate the Earth.

Many years later Uncle John was a grown man and he decided to go up in the hills at the church and see for himself. He hadn’t wasted all those Sunday, and Wednesday services.

His imagination took him on many flights of fancy while the preacher was drumming away at his sermon.

So, one Sunday, after everyone had left the church, he trekked out into the woods to see for himself.

Sure enough, he found a deep ravine that he had played in a few times in his youth. He never had a problem then, so he decided to venture farther along an animal trail he found.

Suddenly, his feet slipped on a damp spot of clay and he found himself tumbling down-ward at an increasing speed. He could grab nothing to slow his descent until suddenly he pitched over a hidden cliff. As he was tumbling through the air he was able to grab a small spruce pine tree. That stopped his fall for the moment, but he could see the trunk of the little tree creating cracks in the clay as it began to loosen it’s hold in the Earth.


Uncle John was overcome with sudden panic and he hollered as loud as he could,”Help me! Somebody help me. Is anybody up there?”

A very deep voice, much like Sam Elliot’s voice in the Smokey the Bear commercials said,”John, this is God! Listen to me, my Son. Let go of the little tree. You are killing it.”

John was so overcome with fear by now that he could only murmur weakly,”Is anybody else up there?”

©-2010-Jay Hudson


http://jayhudsononwheels.blogspot.com/


Thursday, January 21, 2010

Who Do You trust?


Who Do You Trust?


According to Uncle John’s mama, there were treacherous gulches, deep ravines, and maybe even bottomless canyons in the Pee Dee River Hills where the family church was located.

Every Sunday on the way to church his mama repeated her warning,”Johnny, don’t you leave the church yard.You hear me? If you get out of the church yard you might fall in one of those deep gulches,treacherous ravines, or maybe even that bottomless canyon that grandpa says is out there among the hills.You remember what I told you a long time ago? It was the time Grandpa Shepard said he saw the devil come up out of the river whilst he was out in his boat fishing and drinking,and it being a Sunday. Don’t you never forget I told you either. I know how cocky and inquisitive you are, but you had better listen to me before it’s too late.”

"Them hills are slippery on account of holding heat, and cool air hitting them causes moisture to develop on them. Why, just a couple days ago I heerd of a man falling off the Grand Canyon.The idiot didn’t realize them rocks sloping downward towards the canyons edge sweated, and a careless person would go too far.”


“Johnny, are you listening to me?”


“Yes Mama! I’m a listening and I won’t go too far from the church.”

As soon as the car stopped Johnny was out the door running to play with his friends, mostly his cousins, and aunts and uncles near his own age.

Both sets of his grandparents practiced the Biblical admonition to procreate and populate the Earth.

Many years later Uncle John was a grown man and he decided to go up in the hills at the church and see for himself. He hadn’t wasted all those Sunday, and Wednesday services.

His imagination took him on many flights of fancy while the preacher was drumming away at his sermon.

So, one Sunday, after everyone had left the church, he trekked out into the woods to see for himself.

Sure enough, he found a deep ravine that he had played in a few times in his youth. He never had a problem then, so he decided to venture farther along an animal trail he found.

Suddenly, his feet slipped on a damp spot of clay and he found himself tumbling down-ward at an increasing speed. He could grab nothing to slow his descent until suddenly he pitched over a hidden cliff. As he was tumbling through the air he was able to grab a small spruce pine tree. That stopped his fall for the moment, but he could see the trunk of the little tree creating cracks in the clay as it began to loosen it’s hold in the Earth.


Uncle John was overcome with sudden panic and he hollered as loud as he could,”Help me! Somebody help me. Is anybody up there?”

A very deep voice, much like Sam Elliot’s voice in the Smokey the Bear commercials said,”John, this is God! Listen to me, my Son. Let go of the little tree. You are killing it.”

John was so overcome with fear by now that he could only murmur weakly,”Is anybody else up there?”

©-2010-Jay Hudson


http://jayhudsononwheels.blogspot.com/



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Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Tuesday, 19 January,2010


Hey! Did I hear the ABC newsman tonight say that the American Red Cross is spending 91¢ of every dollar donated for it's administrative overhead?

Surely,I must have misunderstood since I was eating chicken and rice at the time.

Did you have a wonderful day?

Why?

Why not?

It was YOUR day to do as you wanted!

Jay's Writer's World


Monday, January 18, 2010

Year of My Rebirth

January 18,2010

Whooooeeee!

2009 was the year of my rebirth. The BIG ONE tagged me on June15,2009.
A massive heart attack.By lots of luck,God's abundant mercy, and quick-working EMT's I survived the initial attack, barely.

A famous cardiologist in Pinehurst, NC, named, Dr. Joseph Parrish performed an amazing life-saving thing when he put a stent in the only artery I had left that was not blocked.
Four days later Dr. Kiser performed another miracle when he patched up my worn-out heart with a quadruple by-pass.

Thirty-nine days of institutional living and I was a changed man. Walking was something I had to learn like a baby taking first-steps.
I had even lost the ability to write.

Recovery has been a nightmare of ups and downs, including several emergency episodes of EMT's, ventilators, blown-out veins from all the IV's, many,many wonderful medical personnel, and one bitchy nurse out of the dozens who took care of me. I hope she was just having one bad day.

I am forever grateful for all those who worked, prayed,cried, and continue to pray for my recovery.
I have a long way to go. Prayers and material help are still needed to help me survive. Gas for trips to Duke is very expensive, and hotel rooms,whooooeee!

I have to have a transplant. Doctors at Duke University Hospital have been great in giving me the courage I need for the battles ahead.