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A two day old bruise on my toosh from crashing on rollerblades. Notice road rash in the lower left corner.

I tell you this not because it is obscene, but because you might want to put on a pair of sunglasses. Or perhaps a welding helmet.

This post should also make clear why you want to learn how to rollerblade (or in my case remember how to rollerblade) before attaching your eager dog to pull you.

Actually, rollerblading wasn’t my problem. Stopping on the rollerblades without crashing was my problem.

Broadcasting legend Paul Harvey died today, at age 90, in a Phoenix hospital. — Time.com

The first time I saw his picture was today when I read his obituary. I thought about putting his picture on this post, but somehow, no picture could do his voice justice.

As a young child, I would either ride with my dad in the tractor while he was working, or, later on, we would work the fields together. And we always listened to Paul Harvey speak about this or that. His voice was unmistakable. It was soothing and fascinating at the same time.

Paul Harvey. The name makes me think of sitting in the shade of the pickup while eating sandwiches or crunching on apples in the field with my Dad; the smell of diesel and dust in the air and the ubiquitous Kansas wind dancing through the prairie grass and the sound of pump jacks ‘pop pop popping’ in distant fields.

I loved his ‘rest of the stories’. I remember that my Dad and I hanging on his every word. Even if you didn’t agree with everything he said, you couldn’t help it: his voice was that mesmerizing.

I remember one story he told involving a 5′ 5″ 135 pound woman who lifted a car off of her child when it backed over him. She pulled every muscle in her body, but was otherwise healthy.

The rest of the story?

Four months later, she gave birth to a healthy baby.

And there were so many more. It was the closest thing, I suppose, to the radio shows of old. And usually at the end of the ‘Rest of the Story’, we’d have a good chuckle. We’d put our empty sandwich bags back into the lunch box and toss our apple cores into the ditch for the coyotes. And we’d start the day again.

Paul Harvey always ended his radio show with

Paul Harvey *Pause* Good Day!

So I say: Paul Harvey — Goodbye.

Here ya go Hans. I’ve included the lyrics so you can sing along. If you practice, you might be able to sing this song to that particular woman who did you wrong. By the way, you don’t two-step to this song — it’s a waltz.

You say you were wrong to ever leave me alone
Now you’re sorry, you’re lonesome and scared
And you say you’d be happy if you could just come back home
Well here’s a quarter, call someone who cares

Call someone who’ll listen and might give a damn
Maybe one of your sorted affairs
But don’t you come ’round here handin’ me none of your lines
Here’s a quarter, call someone who cares

I thought what we had could never turn bad
So your leavin’ caught me unaware
But the fact is you’ve run, girl that can’t be undone
So here’s a quarter, call someone who cares

Call someone who’ll listen and might give a damn
Maybe one of your sorted affairs
But don’t you come ’round here handin’ me none of your lines
Here’s a quarter, call someone who cares

Yeah here’s a quarter, call someone who cares

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my blog needs posts.  And, I’ve been scarce on chat, twitter and facebook.  What am I doing?

1.  Working for myself.  Yes.  I’ve made the decision to start working for myself as absolutely nobody is hiring.  I’ve debated this for several years now, and actually made the jump this January.  I might have to take a part-time job in the beginning doing something else, but I am determined to make an income off the web that will allow me to work anywhere I want.  For the first time in a long time, I’m doing something that *feels* right.  God help me.

2.  I’m volunteering for the IRS.  In order to keep my sanity, I need to get out of the house, so I became a VITA volunteer.  I took a class to learn how to work the IRS software and I assist people with low income do their taxes.  I have to say, it is one of the most satisfying things I’ve ever done, and it certainly gives me a new perspective.  I have a lot of good things in my life, and this reminds me how much I have.

3.  I volunteer walking dogs and petting kitties.  I also volunteer at the local Operation Kindness, which is a non-profit no kill animal shelter here in Carrollton.  My own dog and cat keeps me grounded and always makes me laugh, so this is a way I can help other dogs and cats find good homes.  This is also a great way for me to unwind after hours and hours in front of a computer.

4.  Triathlon training.  I’ve learned that I am not a happy person if I don’t exercise.  Tri training is like pressing CTRL-ALT-DELETE and rebooting my brain.  And, I actually got my family to agree to do the Rockwall Triathlon with me in August, so we can all encourage each other to do really well.

That’s about it.