Listening on a red metal Firestone radio in my bedroom in ’64 was my first introduction to Muhammed Ali (then Cassius Clay) as he fought Sonny Liston. If you have not seen the following before – I have watched it many times – and this is a Eulogy for now and forever… and its message is more important today that at anytime. Keep watching over us ‘Big Brother’ for you are needed more today that at any time. ~ Ed
Hello Everyone, It’s me, Mary, Lloyd’s wife…
With my sad, heavy, and deeply broken heart Jesus suddenly came and reclaimed our Lloyd Marcus, The Unhyphenated American. Continue reading
I hope you never lose your sense of wonder
You get your fill to eat but always keep that hunger
May you never take one single breath for granted
God forbid love ever leave you empty handed…
…and for any of you who follow our work on Le Metropolis Café – you will understand why the name ‘Adair’ has so much meaning to me. I do not know if there is any relation, but if Sundown is near – it would be nice to cross the river in a similar manner that I did in the 5th Grade. ~ Ed.
As I am stuck in my home office from wake up until I can work no more, I tend to go out later at night to get some coffee, sometimes some late-night eats – or just a slice of cheesecake and to visit my “girls” up at Denny’s (no funny business here) and listen to some tunes… and during those late hours – oh man – what I come across…
Sure – I could stay at home and do it – but it gets me off of my computer for an hour and a half or so… Continue reading
So… Wednesday evening I had to make a trip to the ER at my local Hospital. My first thought was a mini-stroke. But then I haven’t done that for many years… oh – wrong story, but anyway…
Do not be concerned as I was able to determine exactly what the problem was and shared it with the attending Physician after he had me do some physical games, touch fingers, watch his fingers move, lift legs, lift arms… all of which are used to test ones’ coordination. They still did every possible test looking for something worse – but it all came back to my – UH – knowledge and abilities. Continue reading
The audio you will hear, is the music I use to open my daily program, ‘The Edge‘ each day. It has become more than profound. The video you are about to view and LISTEN to says far more than we could have envisioned just a few months ago – and may in fact take us far into the future. ~ Jeffrey Bennett, Kettle Moraine Publications
The image posted to the left (of course) was recently lifted from a column which I was perusing…. but that is all that I did, for her “story” never changes – the point of our ‘historical’ post today. From a position on the Watergate hotel investigation (where she got fired for deceitful practices and lying), to the First ‘Lady” (LOL) of Arkansas, to the First Beotch in the White House along with her ‘husband’ Willy Jeff – oh and her ‘relationships’ with Vince Foster and ultimately Webster Hubbell (the sperm-donor who created Chelsea) – Hillario has had quite a ‘career.’ But then she always yearned for more – MUCH MORE. Continue reading
What we post here today does not relate to the film depicted above. It is a broadcast which I did many years ago, paying homage to those who gave their lives in order to buy time for Sam Houston to gather an army together take on the enemy – Santa Ana and his army.
The story of this ‘thirteen days of glory’ has – to me – always been one of the most profound stories in American history. My feelings have never changed. Remember the Alamo! ~ Ed.
September 9, 2003 – This will be a quicky – as I don’t have the time for foreplay and romance.
The past 5 weeks have not been good. My stress-related virus has returned – hence the general lack of new material on the pages of The Federal Observer and the number of reruns on our daily radio program Perspectives on America.
Something Strange, This Way Comes
Friday morning, I received a series of emails from columnist, Lisa Guliani, one of which, had a simple request – that I remove an article from her archives, which she had not in fact written. Apparently she had forwarded the column to me several months ago and I thought that it was her work. She has recently taken a fair amount of heat on this piece (something she does well) and requested its removal. “No problem”, I said and promptly got on it – except that it wasn’t there. I immediately told her so – she went into her archives at the Observer and noticed the same thing – although, as she said, ”it was there an hour ago”. I believed her but there was nothing I could do so I moved on with my day. Continue reading