Thursday, August 15, 2013


    Sorry for the delay.  We had three separate Model Shows to 
send out this week to Needlepoint shops across the country. We
had been running two shows, but as the number of models grew,
so did the requests for the shows.  We always check to insure 
that the little tags that are attached to these models give credit 
to the stitchers and the finisher, so this does take a bit of
time.  All of them get the eyeball check, of course, and if an
embellishment seems a bit loose, that gets taken care of, as
well.  These are on display for a month at each location so that
their customers can pick them up and really scope them out.
Sometimes you just need to hold something in your hands and
feel the different textures, and a photograph just won't do the
   Twinkle and Omar have been very patient with this process,
but puppies do have rather short attention spans.  So when it seems
a bit too quiet in the house, you just have to go see what
the little devil has gotten into this time.  We have had her for
a month now, and I do believe she is one happy little pooch.
I know that Omar certainly is.
   Anyway, that is what we have been up to.  Simple pleasures,
so to speak.
   The two songs, "Positively 4th Street" and Walk A Mile
In My Shoes", were about five years apart.  The first
was, shall we say, spoke to the rather hypocritical  and 
sanctimonious behavior of mankind.  There was nothing 
subtle about this tune.
   The second song suggested, to the suggestable listener,
that before you go shooting your mouth off about things 
that you have made no attempt to comprehend, stop 
and  try to envision yourself in their shoes.   Though
you will never fully understand how a person feels,
or the trials they are going through in life, a world
without empathy is an ugly world.
   When I first heard this song, back in 1970, I had 
not been out of the service for very long.  The 
country that I left in June of 1966, at the age of 
17, was very different when I returned to her shores
in 1969.  America was not particularly hospitable
to it's returning soldiers back then, and I felt as though
I had been returned to a country that I knew nothing
about.  Confrontation and unrest were in the air.
In addition to the killing in Southeast Asia, my fellow
countrymen seemed to be taking out their discontent
and aggression on each other.
    Hearing" Walk  A Mile" offered a glimmer of hope,
in the midst of all the madness of that period.
   The madness tends to run in cycles in the world.
When it raises it's ugly little head, seemingly rational
thinking people seem to lose the ability view any
other perspective but their own.  No moderation. No
middle ground to work from. Not even the faintest
attempt to recognize that there may be alternative
    These rather one sided agendas seem to play out 
like some sort of contagious disease in the comments
areas on the Internet.  And people do like to spout
off on the web, especially when they can do so with 
anonymity.  This whole thing just feeds on itself.
    Back in the newspaper days at least there was
an effort to moderate this sort of nastiness.  It gets
redundant very quickly and serves no useful
purpose, other than putting those of the same "ilk",
in familiar company.   Not much room for growth,
    Sorry to ramble on, but you do tend to notice the
overall tendency to blurt out such rigid viewpoints, 
and to pride themselves in this narrow view of
the remainder of the world.
    As Rep. Clay Davis would say " That's some
shameful shit"!

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