WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
Welcome to the New American Digest: 2003-2020
From my youth up I never liked the city.
I never forgot the mountains where I was born.
The world caught me and harnessed me
And drove me through dust, thirty years away from home.
Migratory birds return to the same tree.
Fish find their way back to the pools where they were hatched.
I have been over the whole country,
And I have come back at last to the garden of my childhood.
My farm is only ten acres.
The farm house has eight or nine rooms.
Elms and willows shade the back garden.
Peach trees stand by the front door.
The village is out of sight.
You can hear dogs bark in the alleys,
And cocks crow in the mulberry trees.
When you come through the gate into the court
You will find no dust or mess.
Peace and quiet live in every room.
I am content to stay here the rest of my life.
At last I have found myself.
— Tao Yuan Ming (Tao Qian) Chinese, 365-427
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Somebody’s been watching too many Russ Tamblyn movies.
Incredible and that was fun to watch. Youth… mine is gone. Feels like it sneaked away suddenly in the middle of the night. My surgeon advised that on guys like me in middle 50s, (or much earlier) tendons tend to tear versus stretch in extreme activities. I recently had my labrum anchored back down to my shoulder blade and a tendon stitched up after a grappling match gone wrong with a dood 20 pounds heavier and 20 years younger. Vanderleun advised that I dial things down a bit. This post surgery recovery and PT sucks like a two headed queer, so I will be heeding Vanderleun’s advice.
“sucks like a two headed queer”
lol
Kansas welcome to Oldsville. Your description is hilarious and apt. Keep the sense of humor.
I did only a bit of buildering in my 30s but the high mountains called. Rock climbing (not gym type but real stuff) makes you careful and requires static moves; not dynamic with jumps and 4 limbs free. But it is a thrill to rise above the concrete floor. I one time knocked on a guy’s window. At 3 stories up! he let me in and could not find anything to remark.
It’s weird stuff. A number of my buddies are names on plaques now. Fantastic athletes and I think other than the guys with NVA machine gun wounds and German shrapnel scars, these are the guys I have admired most in life. Outside of the arts, that is.
Holy shit, now it hurts just to put my shirt on! But for some reason this video gets me pumped. Thanks GVD.
Slick as hog snot on a watermelon.
What a delightful video! Pretty sure none of those guys are whacked on dopus.
“Had my labrum anchored back down to my shoulder blade.”
Day-um,Snakepit,you forced me to look up “labrum”. Fibrocartilage,articular joint,shoulder labrum SLAP tear. Heal quickly,prayers up.
Sux like a 2-headed queer would get you drawn & quartered elsewhere.
Blessings on thee,Mr V. Glad you’re feeling better.
@Snake
That last sentence is a killer! I blew coffee all over my lap.