There is the old adage that someone dies and then a baby is born (i.e. In the Ghetto, E. Presley). Death replenishes life or vice versa or something like that.
Last week my local fraternity chapter sent out a News Letter. It seems like a millennium or since the millennium or before that one was sent out to all the members and alums. On the back page was listed three names under the words Chapter Eternal. A national designation that we have lost 3 of our members. All three were great guys. Their families, our brothers, and their friends will miss them. I will miss them. Each had a unique personality and a good countenance. Truly good people and good E Phi Delts.
As a result of the news letter hitting the desks of some brothers, the reality check that 3 of our finest have passed into the everlasting has possibly awakened some of our brothers.
I received one email and two phone calls from brothers talking about our losses. You could definitely hear it in their voices and read it in their writings that those words Chapter Eternal and the three names was maybe just a little too close to home. Some serious reflection (often very good for one's soul) took place and prompted the contact.
You know that there was much thought about the good ole times. Our Chapter knew how to have a good time, do it with class, and was full of a group of genuinely great guys that cared about each other. But, we were invincible, back then. Not so much any more. Some of the boys are gone.
So we all take a Mortality Check.....how are we physically, mentally, etc. It is time to seek reassurance from our Brothers, reach out to them and find out that it is all OK (at least for now). It is good to want to feel that spirit within us that was kindled by our fraternity experiences years ago. All too often we have run out to experience "Life" after college and found ourselves miles away from the ordinary (thanks Corona).
Death forces us to reflect, reach out, reconnect, relive, and revive ourselves in the company of our Brothers. Whether it be minutes, hours, or days that we spend with them......don't wait....don't let time take you away, away to the Chapter Eternal.
Viva Thomas Simpson Sharp
Viva All Epsilon Phi's
God Bless Don, Ken, and Rock may they RIP
It is a great day to be an EPhi Delt
Peace Out.
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
You can make ....... into Chicken Salad.
Are you kidding me? I cannot believe I left this out of the Questions 67 & 68 Post. Besides the American staples of PB&J and Grilled Cheese what is next in the Sandwich Line. Chicken Salad, of course!
Over the years, my personal quest for a great chicken salad sandwich has led me all over New Orleans and the Northshore. It is just hard as Chinese algebra to find good C.S.
The results of many a year on this quest has turned up the following good Chickkken Salad Sandwiches!
Serio's in the Business District in NOLA in the early 70's. On White Bread, baby!!
There is an old time pharmacy/soda fountainy place in downtown Covington that serves what I believe is called San Fransisco style with nuts, grapes, and apples on a croissant....OutFkingStanding!
Another place in Covington known as the CheeseSteak Bistro, the owner chef does C. S. with his catering sandwich orders. Also on white bread, Yessssssireee!
My former boss, Johnny V., his wife Irma makes a great C. S. sandwich.
I am, of course, available to check your top choices.
Please leave your picks in the Comment Section.
Peace Out.
Over the years, my personal quest for a great chicken salad sandwich has led me all over New Orleans and the Northshore. It is just hard as Chinese algebra to find good C.S.
The results of many a year on this quest has turned up the following good Chickkken Salad Sandwiches!
Serio's in the Business District in NOLA in the early 70's. On White Bread, baby!!
There is an old time pharmacy/soda fountainy place in downtown Covington that serves what I believe is called San Fransisco style with nuts, grapes, and apples on a croissant....OutFkingStanding!
Another place in Covington known as the CheeseSteak Bistro, the owner chef does C. S. with his catering sandwich orders. Also on white bread, Yessssssireee!
My former boss, Johnny V., his wife Irma makes a great C. S. sandwich.
I am, of course, available to check your top choices.
Please leave your picks in the Comment Section.
Peace Out.
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
First Day of College!
Our niece Nina started her first day of school at Southeastern Louisiana University on Monday. Hearing the story of her day (she set the clock wrong, got up early, showered/dressed, and was heading out the door when she found out it was 7:30 not 9:30) was funny, but, brought me back to the first time I stepped onto the Southeastern campus.
A friend drove me to school (from New Orleans) and dropped me over at Lee Hall. This HUGE new dormitory was built in a square with a round central building housing the TV Room, Dorm Office, Reception Area, and Recreation Room. I was too sure I could handle anything at 18 years of age to be scared. How did I ever have the balls? I didn't. I used a little of my "wee" Irish mother's piss and vinegar, my old man's bullshit, and a healthy dose of scared to get me going.
Anyway, after checking in to my room, I headed across campus to find my advisor. In the lower level of the Biology Building I found a room with all the Health & P. E. Professors sitting at lab tables advising students. My name was on a list and I was assigned to Harvey Theriot.
I think I called him Doctor Theriot about 80 times during our ten minute conversation. Harvey (God Bless him and may he R.I.P.) was a great teacher, advisor, and person. He not only helped me with my first schedule....he helped me every semester schedule and then some to keep me on track to a degree. He talked to me as a Father would talk to his son. That day he completely set me at ease during an uncertain time. At the end, he told me to call him Coach Theriot.
Then I went off to play punch card roulette. In the cafeteria, by departments, they gave out punch cards with the course numbers and sections on them. Had you checked the Master Schedule you would know what professors were teaching what section of a course. I was completely unaware of the Master Schedule (that was the one and only time).
Under this system, punch cards in each section were to be "rationed" out so that students (such as me) registering last would have a chance of getting just about any section of any class. Unfortunately, the system was bullshit. I was stuck with what I got. It did not become lost on me that the first thing I needed to do the following semester was get the right punch cards! Call this my first lesson at Southeastern. I became quite the student in the registration process aka punch card roulette.
Wide eyed, with my waffling self assurance, and with Coach Theriot's swift kick in my ass I went forth to conquer this thing called college.
Looking back I wonder how the hell I made it. True reflection would tell me that with the help of a lot of friends, fraternity brothers, and some outstanding teachers is how! Did I mention the fear of failure exalted upon me by my parents?
Viva Southeastern
Viva Harvey Theriot!
Peace Out
A friend drove me to school (from New Orleans) and dropped me over at Lee Hall. This HUGE new dormitory was built in a square with a round central building housing the TV Room, Dorm Office, Reception Area, and Recreation Room. I was too sure I could handle anything at 18 years of age to be scared. How did I ever have the balls? I didn't. I used a little of my "wee" Irish mother's piss and vinegar, my old man's bullshit, and a healthy dose of scared to get me going.
Anyway, after checking in to my room, I headed across campus to find my advisor. In the lower level of the Biology Building I found a room with all the Health & P. E. Professors sitting at lab tables advising students. My name was on a list and I was assigned to Harvey Theriot.
I think I called him Doctor Theriot about 80 times during our ten minute conversation. Harvey (God Bless him and may he R.I.P.) was a great teacher, advisor, and person. He not only helped me with my first schedule....he helped me every semester schedule and then some to keep me on track to a degree. He talked to me as a Father would talk to his son. That day he completely set me at ease during an uncertain time. At the end, he told me to call him Coach Theriot.
Then I went off to play punch card roulette. In the cafeteria, by departments, they gave out punch cards with the course numbers and sections on them. Had you checked the Master Schedule you would know what professors were teaching what section of a course. I was completely unaware of the Master Schedule (that was the one and only time).
Under this system, punch cards in each section were to be "rationed" out so that students (such as me) registering last would have a chance of getting just about any section of any class. Unfortunately, the system was bullshit. I was stuck with what I got. It did not become lost on me that the first thing I needed to do the following semester was get the right punch cards! Call this my first lesson at Southeastern. I became quite the student in the registration process aka punch card roulette.
Wide eyed, with my waffling self assurance, and with Coach Theriot's swift kick in my ass I went forth to conquer this thing called college.
Looking back I wonder how the hell I made it. True reflection would tell me that with the help of a lot of friends, fraternity brothers, and some outstanding teachers is how! Did I mention the fear of failure exalted upon me by my parents?
Viva Southeastern
Viva Harvey Theriot!
Peace Out
Saturday, August 18, 2007
Eery twist of Fate.
I am not making this up, but, early this afternoon I received a phone call (which my cell phone caller ID alerted me) from NO NAME. It said that on the front window of my cell phone.
Actually, it was someone I knew (or was it), we talked for a couple of minutes, and the call ended.
Minutes later I flipped open the top of my cell phone (its a flip phone style) and began a search through previous calls so as to return another call. Right there in line, the first/most recent call came from none other than......who?.......who?........you guessed it ANONYMOUS.
There are still more signs out there! Everywhere you look!
There may be many impostors but only one "real" Anonymous. Don't settle for imitation when you can have real thing right here.
Have a truly Anonymous Day!
Peace Out.
Actually, it was someone I knew (or was it), we talked for a couple of minutes, and the call ended.
Minutes later I flipped open the top of my cell phone (its a flip phone style) and began a search through previous calls so as to return another call. Right there in line, the first/most recent call came from none other than......who?.......who?........you guessed it ANONYMOUS.
There are still more signs out there! Everywhere you look!
There may be many impostors but only one "real" Anonymous. Don't settle for imitation when you can have real thing right here.
Have a truly Anonymous Day!
Peace Out.
Thursday, August 16, 2007
What's in a Name?
So, just when I am having trouble dealing with Anonymity...it hits me. Why not Google my name? I type out Charles Edwards and find that there are literally hundreds of other people with my name. Among them is an Actor (British, of course), several Soldiers, a professor or two, a Doctor, Lawyer, and Indian Chief. Ok, maybe not an I. C. It takes me about 23 pages to get to a reference of the real me. I feel way down the chain of importance. Some Charles Edwards's are dead for God sakes and getting Google space ahead of me!
Heck, I google a friend Mike Artell and find 30 pages of Google shit just on him. Should it matter if he is a world-renown author and illustrator of children's books? He did give me a shout out in one of his books which means something, eh? I am not sure that he doesn't spend all his waking hours Googling his name for it to be recorded on their lists or did he pay a fee? Never mind, he's just famous and a all round good guy, too.
Then I opted to try Anonymous.....BINGO. Lot's of Google hits. There are a ton of Quotes attributed to me. That's pretty fking cool. Let me go forth and quote my ass off. I do have somewhat of a jump on that, as I have told many a friend my philosophy of life. It is a short phrase of three words. If you don't know it, you gotta call me to get it Grasshopper.
In the meantime....I remain....Anonymous.
Peace Out and Rock On!
Heck, I google a friend Mike Artell and find 30 pages of Google shit just on him. Should it matter if he is a world-renown author and illustrator of children's books? He did give me a shout out in one of his books which means something, eh? I am not sure that he doesn't spend all his waking hours Googling his name for it to be recorded on their lists or did he pay a fee? Never mind, he's just famous and a all round good guy, too.
Then I opted to try Anonymous.....BINGO. Lot's of Google hits. There are a ton of Quotes attributed to me. That's pretty fking cool. Let me go forth and quote my ass off. I do have somewhat of a jump on that, as I have told many a friend my philosophy of life. It is a short phrase of three words. If you don't know it, you gotta call me to get it Grasshopper.
In the meantime....I remain....Anonymous.
Peace Out and Rock On!
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Signs, signs, everywhere signs........
What does it say? Is it a sign that my shiny new name plate is delivered and posted on my parking spot and some yahoo comes late into the night to my reserved spot where my nice new sign with name and title stands proudly and proceeds to bash it. Is this a sign? Hey People, Where's the Love?
What does it say? Is it a sign that every time I log in to this Blog, Blogger has a little check box that says REMEMBER ME.....{under normal circumstances one would check it and then when you come back to that page it would REMEMBER YOU and have your Log In information on the screen....for some reason....my information is never remembered. Some how I feel ANONYMOUS?
Being lost out on the W.W.W. is scary....If I am Anonymous no one will know me? I know what it is like to b Anonymous....it isn't always good.....people don't trust people they don't know....you can be misread because the words in text have no way of being read with the same voice inflection you might really want to use.
So tonight, I am not sure I am feeling the love out there?
Wait, wait, I just read this somewhere.....Viva Anonymous....YES!!
Can I get someone to Hug it Out? I must find AnonyMrs.
Peace Out.
What does it say? Is it a sign that every time I log in to this Blog, Blogger has a little check box that says REMEMBER ME.....{under normal circumstances one would check it and then when you come back to that page it would REMEMBER YOU and have your Log In information on the screen....for some reason....my information is never remembered. Some how I feel ANONYMOUS?
Being lost out on the W.W.W. is scary....If I am Anonymous no one will know me? I know what it is like to b Anonymous....it isn't always good.....people don't trust people they don't know....you can be misread because the words in text have no way of being read with the same voice inflection you might really want to use.
So tonight, I am not sure I am feeling the love out there?
Wait, wait, I just read this somewhere.....Viva Anonymous....YES!!
Can I get someone to Hug it Out? I must find AnonyMrs.
Peace Out.
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
My next job.......maybe......doubtful.....HEY, a man can Dream!
TPG - What is it like to be on the "Creative Team"?
Life at an the UPscale, modern, progressive, technologically superior online fundraising conglomerate AKA The Pursuant Group full of 30 somethings is just FANfkingTASTIC, better yet, its GREAT.
Led by the one and only PlaceMatt (a man with vision and a ever expanding plethora of ideas) who when on camera is a dynamic personality. {Aside #1 -all you could want in a boss} You could say he is the next, dare I say, yes, Steve Jobs. Hold on for the ride boys.
I have given it quite a lot of reflective thought and I believe that I have an ounce (that may be the limit, but we don't know at this point) of creativity. It is my hope, dare I say, my DREAM to join the professionals at TPG.
Many are called or call and few are chosen to join the elite cadre' that is known as TPG's "Creative Team". With the bespectacled likes of Jason "Mitchell" Mitchell amongst the team .....what one of you out there would not give his/her eye teeth to play ball with TPG?
Late at night as I prepare for bed I don my "Hug it out, bitch" T-Shirt and dream of those happy days where I can only hope I will one day sit in the spacious confines of Suite 700 with my teammates. I wait patiently for Matt to speak those words we all wait to hear.....GENIUS... or will it be JM saying Viva Anonymous?
I have a Dream!
Or is it a NIGHTMARE?
Peace Out.
Life at an the UPscale, modern, progressive, technologically superior online fundraising conglomerate AKA The Pursuant Group full of 30 somethings is just FANfkingTASTIC, better yet, its GREAT.
Led by the one and only PlaceMatt (a man with vision and a ever expanding plethora of ideas) who when on camera is a dynamic personality. {Aside #1 -all you could want in a boss} You could say he is the next, dare I say, yes, Steve Jobs. Hold on for the ride boys.
I have given it quite a lot of reflective thought and I believe that I have an ounce (that may be the limit, but we don't know at this point) of creativity. It is my hope, dare I say, my DREAM to join the professionals at TPG.
Many are called or call and few are chosen to join the elite cadre' that is known as TPG's "Creative Team". With the bespectacled likes of Jason "Mitchell" Mitchell amongst the team .....what one of you out there would not give his/her eye teeth to play ball with TPG?
Late at night as I prepare for bed I don my "Hug it out, bitch" T-Shirt and dream of those happy days where I can only hope I will one day sit in the spacious confines of Suite 700 with my teammates. I wait patiently for Matt to speak those words we all wait to hear.....GENIUS... or will it be JM saying Viva Anonymous?
I have a Dream!
Or is it a NIGHTMARE?
Peace Out.
Saturday, August 11, 2007
Pool Talk - Questions 67 & 68
While taking in the "healing and therapeutic" powers of the pool on Thursday with my WW and Professor RMS it became crystal clear that the discussion of the age old questions 67 & 68 (if I may steal from Chicago)do not often pervade our life, but, must be ask and answered for there to be some meaning to this life around us.
Question 67? What is normal? 67a Who is normal? 67b What is involved in being normal? 67c Is anyone normal? While the Professor was unable to answer concisely any of these proposed questions, it became clear that it was easier to identify things that were not normal (i.e. abnormal). From a philosophical standpoint this is high intelligence shit. We left that discussion with only thoughts of KooKoo Bird Island inhabitants (inside joke). Obvious we got off track here.
Answer: Friday's mail arrived and circled on a postcard to CJ from a doctor's office was the word NORMAL (in response to some tests). Truly a sign that of the three of us CJ is NORMAL. Decision still open on me and RMS. Congratulations Babe.
Question 68 Which will be our Poll this week. How do you like your Grilled Cheese sandwich? With butter between the bread and cheese or Mayonnaise? Along with oft forgotten and hereby recognized Peanut Butter and Jelly the Grilled Cheese are two American staples that fuel us through life. Viva PB&J and Grilled Cheese
Vote in the poll.
Peace Out and Rock On.
Question 67? What is normal? 67a Who is normal? 67b What is involved in being normal? 67c Is anyone normal? While the Professor was unable to answer concisely any of these proposed questions, it became clear that it was easier to identify things that were not normal (i.e. abnormal). From a philosophical standpoint this is high intelligence shit. We left that discussion with only thoughts of KooKoo Bird Island inhabitants (inside joke). Obvious we got off track here.
Answer: Friday's mail arrived and circled on a postcard to CJ from a doctor's office was the word NORMAL (in response to some tests). Truly a sign that of the three of us CJ is NORMAL. Decision still open on me and RMS. Congratulations Babe.
Question 68 Which will be our Poll this week. How do you like your Grilled Cheese sandwich? With butter between the bread and cheese or Mayonnaise? Along with oft forgotten and hereby recognized Peanut Butter and Jelly the Grilled Cheese are two American staples that fuel us through life. Viva PB&J and Grilled Cheese
Vote in the poll.
Peace Out and Rock On.
Sunday, August 5, 2007
A Total Horn Blast from the Past
One hour and 45 minutes of pure d horn activated foot stomping music. I am afraid that C.J. will have bruises on her from my constantly keeping the beat on her body from these "old guys" reviving it up at Beau Rivage last night.
At the end of it all, as everyone was standing clapping for the encore that came and blasted out for another 10 minutes, I was miraculously transported back to the Union Hall on Tchoupitoulas just down from Napoleon Ave.......the only things I was missing was a long neck....my penny loafers and madras shirt. Thanks to Dennis Giurintano for the Union Hall hook up.
What could top last night musically for me? How about a second group following Chicago....lets say.........Tower of Power. Horns, horns, and more horns. Oh sure, JB is great, so is Van M., but for pure d dance your ass off music.....give me Chicago and T of P. You gotta Love It. Thanks for the tickets my love!
Let a little music flow into your life.
Peace Out.
Friday, August 3, 2007
Pardon Me! But, a further digression
Excuse me for not mentioning in the previous post that my beautiful daughter Sarah and her boyfriend Joey Cox are now officially engaged. C.J. (Cindy Jean) and I are really happy for the little couple.
Some random thoughts about the wedding:
There is a lot of talk about when and where......I think the VFW Hall in Key West would be a great place! Beer is cheap there! Not sure all those in attendance would be in proper attire, but, WTF!
I personally do not know what this young man is thinking? Then again, maybe he isn't? Just Kidding.....he is damn lucky to have gotten her to say YES!
Has anyone noticed that Fiance' is one letter away from Finance (think about it Joey)!
OK, I got all the jokes over with we are looking forward to the happy couple participating in the nuptials in the future.
We Love You Both.
CJ and CD
Peace Out and Rock On!
Thursday, August 2, 2007
Allow me to digress
Please allow me to digress from my normal discourse at this blog site and revel in the fact that the beautiful young lady picture to the left (in her Bachelor's graduation robe) has completed the necessary courses to earn her M.B.A. She has my chest poking out a little more (OK, still not ahead of my stomach) these days.
Cogratulations to her for being the first Edwards with an M.B.A.!
Hey Babe, you have one more degree to go to catch up with your old man!
My WW and I love her dearly!!
Viva Sarita
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