Thoughts on writing, living, and believing…
Spartan Nation lost one of it’s beloved family members this past Friday.
Earl Morrall, the poster-boy for stick-to-itiveness, died at the age of 79.
Speaking of his success in his typically unassuming way, he said:
When you get the chance to do the job, you have to do the job. That’s all there is to it.
Spartans Will!
Bon Voyage Earl!
In honor of Spring—not judging by the weather necessarily—here’s a bit of good ol’ Bluegrass!
If you’ve ever wondered why hip-hop artists wear their pants around their ankles, that right there’s the origin.
Just one more for Cuthbert…
What the…?? Dad! Hold me!
h/t Ace
What have I done?
They’ve gone and condemned him to death! I thought they’d just give him a stern talking to, maybe a fine and then kick him out of the city with a warning. But instead they’re going to kill him!
Kill him.
When I saw him come from the Governor’s mansion, he was a mess! They beat him to a bloody pulp! I immediately ran to C’s house to try and stop this, but he refused to see me. I made such a fuss that he finally agreed to let me in. The others were there too.
I told them what they’d done to The Boss. I told them I couldn’t take their money. I told them they didn’t hold up their end of the bargain! I never wanted to see him beaten. I didn’t want him to die! I just wanted him, I don’t know, out of the way. I just wanted to be free of him. I wanted him out of my head! But not like this!
Here’s a reflection for today, from our old buddy Fr. Tom Hopko on Understanding the Cross of Christ. It’s from an address he gave back in 2009 and it’s very powerful.
It’s by far the best explanation I’ve ever heard of what this day is all about!
My apologies, but the file’s too big to load here. This blog has a weight limit, and with me on it, we’re dangerously close to breaking as it is.
Just click the link and have a listen.
Happy Easter Everybody!
It’s finished.
The leaders’ men just brought The Boss back into the city for questioning. I’m not sure what will happen next, but I’m guessing their going to fine him and throw him out.
Well, everything went pretty much the way I planned, except that he knew. Somehow, he found out what I was planning. I know it wasn’t one of the guys—they’re oblivious—no, it must have been one of his secret followers in the leadership. Anyway, the whole evening was weird. Unsettling even.
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Just got back from the city. Things are getting tense. The Boss keeps talking about dying; how that’s how he’s going to save the world. Good grief!
While we were out today, one of the leaders came up to me. He took me aside, because he didn’t want to be seen with me or the others. I thought he wanted to discuss our deal, but instead he told me how much he admired The Boss. Can you beat that?
I didn’t know how to take him at first, so I played dumb. I asked him why. So he says, “This man has got to be the one we’ve been waiting for. Many of us think so. Everything he does, everything he says…no ordinary man could do or say these things!”
I don’t know what happened. Everything seemed to be going so well. The people were all in our favor, it’s the right time…but The Boss is blowing it!
He’s out there every day, talking with people, but most of what he says in nonsense. He alternately suffers from delusions of grandeur, and some sort of morose death wish. I don’t get it.
Now the leaders are getting anxious, because the government is getting nervous about civil unrest. It’s like The Boss is deliberately tweaking them every chance he gets.