Guest Blogger #23
I don't know exactly how old Osray (Oscar Ray), but I seem to recall him mentioning being in his 70s, so if I can persuade a certain 15-year-old to keep his promise and write something for me this week, we will have had a pretty nice demographic here in this month of guests.
OsRay doesn't blog very much anymore, seeing how he's a lover of life and can find a lot more interesting things to do than sit at a computer. But he's told me some great stories, mostly stories of faith that make my jaw drop with their beauty and simple grace.
He lives in Tenino, WA, which is a couple of hours from my house, and I've pledged on more than one occasional to get in the car some Saturday morning and drive down to hang out with Ray. There are just some people I sense I'd like to talk with, and others I think maybe I'd just like to listen to, and Ray is both of those, and I know I'd like being there, too.
For Chuck's World
By OsRay
I read blogs a few months before I decided to try it for myself. One of the very first blogs I ran across was Chuck's, and checking out his links, I ran into The Real Wild Preacher, and Michael Main and Clarence at Can You Hear Me Now. Soon I decided to choose a blog title and find one that Google said would keep me from getting unwanted comments...
So I started it with I Like Being There. Soon I decided to not use the comments and just give my e-mail address and if people wanted to write me, they could. One RSS feed labeled me as a Pentecostal curmudgeon. I had to look that up to see what I was and found out that I was a mean ole irritable old man, and I think I am one of the most peaceful and gentle old people in the world, so that's how it goes. I have been known to put in my two cents worth regarding televangelists, so if that makes me a grump, so be it.
I went to Arlington to the big Experimental Aircraft Association air show on Saturday the 9th. I drove North from Olympia on I-5 and when I saw the signs that said, "Mukilteo," I realized that I was in Chuck's World for sure. I felt that I was in a friendly zone. I thought about Chuck and John. I saw other signs that I see mentioned in Chuck's Blog -- "Paine Field," "Everett," and others. Man I was in the neighborhood.
I have decided that I am not a good blogger so I don't put too much time into it. I think for me, blogging is a winter sport. I get caught up into too many projects and have spread myself so thin that I'm not worth much at anything lately.
Today I replaced two chairs in the RV. Today I mowed the front yard. I need to clean off the back porch, and mow the back yard, but it started raining. My shop and my room are a disaster and a disgrace to humanity (according to my wife of 55 years) because I accumulate things and stuff and it stacks up.
I need to get rid of things I don't need, but do you just take perfectly good things to the dump? I have tapes and tape recorders and records, old fax machines and VCR's, old phones and computers. And books. Printers and keyboards, bottles and boxes of stuff. Goodwill stores get a good share of my stuff. I have over 1200 old 78 records...hundreds of 45's and 33's. You see, I was a DJ for more than 15 years and I feel attached to them.
I have a stuffed Bear hanging on my wall that belongs to my son who says he don't have room for it. I have a coon skin on another wall that was a gift from a nephew. I have pictures and trophys and certificates that tell how honored and great I am and I don't have any reason to take them down, even if they do clutter my habitat. One of them says I am a Kentucky Colonel, given to me by the Governor of Kentucky, Wendell H. Ford. Bubba wouldn't like me tossin' it. Even ol' Clarence would keep such stuff.
I think that's what makes me a curmudgeon, some what. I keep hanging on to stuff I like and hate changes.
I don't write much about politics...don't care much for politicians. I think all Commanders in Chiefs should have to go to war with the soldiers, right on the front line, and stay 'til its over, that way we wouldn't have many wars. There would be so many reasons not to go to war if they had to do the fighting, and dying.
Thanks Chuck for letting me vent in your space. I love the world according to Chuck, and I like being there.
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