WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
Boomer Anthems: Night Moves
byVanderleunonDecember 27, 2019
I woke last night to the sound of thunder How far off I sat and wondered
Started humming a song from 1962
Ain’t it funny how the night moves
When you just don’t seem to have as much to lose
Strange how the night moves
With autumn closing in
A great songwriter. I think he’s often overlooked.
Lance de BoyleDecember 27, 2019, 4:04 PM
“What’re you doing, Lance?”
“Oh, nothing, really.”
“Put your hand back where it belongs.”
“Hey, it IS where it belongs. So round. So firm. So fully packed. So free and easy on the draw. Just like Lucky Strikes.”
[Fine. We’ll sneak up slowly and cop the feel. She’ll never know it.]
“Dan
Lance de BoyleDecember 27, 2019, 4:19 PM
“What’re you doing, Lance?”
“Oh, nothing, really.”
“Put your hand back where it belongs.”
“Hey, it IS where it belongs. So round. So firm. So fully packed. So free and easy on the draw. Just like Lucky Strikes.”
[Fine. I’ll infiltrate the sacred sector with stealth maneuvers. The lightest touch. Slow and steady wins the race, or fuzzy peaches in this case.]
“Lance! Retract the mitt! Get your hand outa my blouse.”
“Just one feel. Just one!”
“Okay. Okay. Just one.”
“Ahhh. Heaven…..What’s this nub?”
Four bucks.
One feel.
Sixteen
Good deal.
VanderleunDecember 27, 2019, 4:50 PM
Lucky Strikes. LSMFT! Lucky Strikes means fine tobacco! Goodness gone from my lifestyle for many a year but I can still taste them. YUM!
Light up a Lucky
It’s light up time.
Be happy, go Lucky
It’s light up time.
For the taste that you like
Light up a Lucky Strike.
Relax
It’s light up time.
(from my seething memory!)
AND NOW…. THANKS TO MY SUPERPOWER!!!
ghostsniperDecember 27, 2019, 5:37 PM
In grade school we said loose straps make fluffy tits and we laughed and laughed and laughed.
I tried LS’s in the army and those filterless little 2.5 inchers were pretty harsh and you always have to spit out a piece of loose tobacco – not that there’s anything wrong with that. Back then (1974) a whole carton cost $1.85 and now a single pack costs $6. No wonder in all the old 1940’s noir flix people are seen lighting them up and stubbing them out then immediately lighting another – they cost less than a penny apiece.
LSMFT? Loose strap mean floppy tit.
Although I used to smoke cigs, I never smoked Luckys. I remember taking a European smoke from a Belgian guy in ’91. It was short, unfiltered like a Lucky or a Camel. Back then I smoked a pack and a half a day of Marlboro 100’s. That one Belgian cigarette got me dizzy as a kid. That was some serious nicotine!
JWM
NoriDecember 27, 2019, 9:13 PM
Quality of Product is Essential to Continuing Success.
L.S./M.F.T.
SkorpionDecember 28, 2019, 11:02 AM
Few singer-songwriters are as essentially *American* as Bob Seger. He captures the sense of youth’s lost innocence like virtually nobody else.
ghostsniperDecember 28, 2019, 1:51 PM
My wife said I looked like Seger on the cover of the Night Moves album when she met me a century ago.
Uncle MikeyDecember 28, 2019, 2:06 PM
Ghost is a damned dirty hippie? Well I never.
LOVE Seger. Hollywood Nights is where it’s at, baby
BlogDogDecember 28, 2019, 5:06 PM
Daphne Zuniga never looked hotter than in this vid.
Rob De WittDecember 29, 2019, 4:48 AM
My Uncle Tom Scaiefe, born in the 1880s, hung around the Sangamon County Courhouse as an old man, where he and his cronies solved the problems of the day.
Uncle Tom was an inveterate Luckies Smoker, and of course in those days you knew everybody’s brand. I remember asking him what that “LS/MFT” on the bottom of his cigarette packs meant. He said, “Lord Save Me From Truman.”
There’s a 70-year-old memory you just popped loose.
Real World Address for Donations, Mash Notes and Hate Mail
Gerard Van der Leun
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Green Pants Interior by Klahn
Who Am I? by Carl Sandburg
My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I reach my hands and play with pebbles of destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive in the universe.
Duty, Beauty, Liberty, Country, Honor, Family, Faith — Plus a few simple easy to follow rules for guys
Men saw the stars at the edge of the sea
They thought great thoughts about liberty
Poets wrote down words that did fit
Writers wrote books
Thinkers thought about it
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
Many’s the road I have walked upon
Many’s the hour between dusk and dawn
Many’s the time
Many’s the mile
I see it all now
Through the eyes of a child
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
And close your eyes
Leave it all for a while
Leave the world
And your worries behind
You will build on whatever is real
And wake up each day
To a new waking dream
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Change, change come over
Change come over
Talkin’ about a change
Change, change
Change come over, now
Change, change, change come over
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
Gerard Van der Leun
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A great songwriter. I think he’s often overlooked.
“What’re you doing, Lance?”
“Oh, nothing, really.”
“Put your hand back where it belongs.”
“Hey, it IS where it belongs. So round. So firm. So fully packed. So free and easy on the draw. Just like Lucky Strikes.”
[Fine. We’ll sneak up slowly and cop the feel. She’ll never know it.]
“Dan
“What’re you doing, Lance?”
“Oh, nothing, really.”
“Put your hand back where it belongs.”
“Hey, it IS where it belongs. So round. So firm. So fully packed. So free and easy on the draw. Just like Lucky Strikes.”
[Fine. I’ll infiltrate the sacred sector with stealth maneuvers. The lightest touch. Slow and steady wins the race, or fuzzy peaches in this case.]
“Lance! Retract the mitt! Get your hand outa my blouse.”
“Just one feel. Just one!”
“Okay. Okay. Just one.”
“Ahhh. Heaven…..What’s this nub?”
Four bucks.
One feel.
Sixteen
Good deal.
Lucky Strikes. LSMFT! Lucky Strikes means fine tobacco! Goodness gone from my lifestyle for many a year but I can still taste them. YUM!
Light up a Lucky
It’s light up time.
Be happy, go Lucky
It’s light up time.
For the taste that you like
Light up a Lucky Strike.
Relax
It’s light up time.
(from my seething memory!)
AND NOW…. THANKS TO MY SUPERPOWER!!!
In grade school we said loose straps make fluffy tits and we laughed and laughed and laughed.
I tried LS’s in the army and those filterless little 2.5 inchers were pretty harsh and you always have to spit out a piece of loose tobacco – not that there’s anything wrong with that. Back then (1974) a whole carton cost $1.85 and now a single pack costs $6. No wonder in all the old 1940’s noir flix people are seen lighting them up and stubbing them out then immediately lighting another – they cost less than a penny apiece.
LSMFT? Loose strap mean floppy tit.
Although I used to smoke cigs, I never smoked Luckys. I remember taking a European smoke from a Belgian guy in ’91. It was short, unfiltered like a Lucky or a Camel. Back then I smoked a pack and a half a day of Marlboro 100’s. That one Belgian cigarette got me dizzy as a kid. That was some serious nicotine!
JWM
Quality of Product is Essential to Continuing Success.
L.S./M.F.T.
Few singer-songwriters are as essentially *American* as Bob Seger. He captures the sense of youth’s lost innocence like virtually nobody else.
My wife said I looked like Seger on the cover of the Night Moves album when she met me a century ago.
Ghost is a damned dirty hippie? Well I never.
LOVE Seger. Hollywood Nights is where it’s at, baby
Daphne Zuniga never looked hotter than in this vid.
My Uncle Tom Scaiefe, born in the 1880s, hung around the Sangamon County Courhouse as an old man, where he and his cronies solved the problems of the day.
Uncle Tom was an inveterate Luckies Smoker, and of course in those days you knew everybody’s brand. I remember asking him what that “LS/MFT” on the bottom of his cigarette packs meant. He said, “Lord Save Me From Truman.”
There’s a 70-year-old memory you just popped loose.