
Have a safe and wonderous New Years!
Ramblings of the Dazed and Confuzed one. Some insightful, some meaningless and some just downright stupid. Fact or Fiction is for you to decide. "Reality sucks and Life goes on." ~Dazdnconfzd
I think over again my small adventures.
My fears.
Those small ones that seemed so big.
For all the vital things
I had to get and to reach.
And yet there is only one great thing.
The only thing.
To live to see the great day that dawns
And the light that fulfills the world.
Eskimo Prayer
Dazed over the Holidays Recap!
I'm not sure my words can adequately express yesterdays small meet-n-greet. I first arrived at Gray Brothers Cafeteria located in Mooresville, IN around 11:45. I thoroughly enjoyed waiting in the lobby amongst the Christmas decorations and families waiting for their loved ones to arrive. About 10 minutes later, I was joined by Jerry of Back Home Again. The conversation flowed easily and we spent 15 minutes talking as if we'd been friends forever.
We were joined by two sisters, Mrs J. and Dragon Lady. Folks, I'm telling you it was truly a honor and pleasure to spend the afternoon with these folks. Dragon and Mrs. J even had their dad and niece in tow. They were real troopers and dad even nodded his head occassionally to verify Jerry and I suspicions about the current conversation. Definitely too short of a meet, but we've discussed plans fo another meet in 2008.
The food...no one stayed on their diets. It was tough as the food is addicting and very satisfying. And I won't even tell momma on dad either. heh We all enjoyed a wonderful staff who graciously allowed us to sit and enjoy the conversations. I think it was around 2 pm I called the Indiana State Police and put them in stand down. Drags and Mrs. J were behaving themselves rather nicely and no one had to sit between them. Although there is a rumor that Mrs J. was quite entertaining while visiting the ladies room. I guess she was talking to everyone who entered. Jerry and I suspected she had a bottle of whisky with her, but we never found the proof.
I left that day feeling confident I'd made 5 new friends. I wish we'd had more time to enjoy each others company. If the opportunity presents itself to meet Dragon, Mrs. J or Jerry, you should take the time. Here are a few pics! If you look closely, you can see rabbit ears!
Left to Right: Mrs J, Dragon Lady, niece, Jerry and Dad
Left to Right: Dazd, Mrs J, Dragon Lady, niece, Jerry and Dad
Dazed over the Holidays!
Fellow bloggers...
Mark your calendars...
Don't miss the event of the year...
Make sure your well prepared...
When: December 22, 2007
Location: Indianapolis
Time: 12 noon until ?????
Who: Me of course!!! And Dragon!!! DNR!!! Goldbloom!?!?!? Any and all are welcome!!!
Everyone is invited! I realize it's the Holidays but I'm excited about this. If all goes well, I'll try and schedule one for the summer.
We will be meeting at Gray's Cafeteria at 12 noon December 22, 2007 for lunch. From there...who knows but at least we have a starting point. Excellent choice Dragon!
Here is a map: Gray Brothers Cafeteria.
And here is the address:
Gray Brothers Cafeteria
555 S. Indiana St.
Mooresville, IN 46158
317-831-5614
If you need directions, email me here and I will provide them to you. Let me know from what direction(town)you are coming from. Like I said...this is where we will start so if you have suggestions around Indy that'll be closer for some, email me or post a comment.
Join us for an afternoon of fun as Dragon takes Indiana by storm!!!
Yes, Virginia, There is a Santa Claus
By Francis P. Church, first published in The New York Sun in 1897. [See The People’s Almanac, pp. 1358–9.]
Dear Editor—
I am 8 years old. Some of my little friends say there is no Santa Claus. Papa says, “If you see it in The Sun, it’s so.” Please tell me the truth, is there a Santa Claus?
Virginia O’Hanlon
Virginia, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age. They do not believe except they see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All minds, Virginia, whether they be men’s or children’s, are little. In this great universe of ours, man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intellect as compared with the boundless world about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole of truth and knowledge.
Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Claus! It would be as dreary as if there were no Virginias. There would be no childlike faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence. We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sight. The external light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished.
Not believe in Santa Claus! You might as well not believe in fairies. You might get your papa to hire men to watch in all the chimneys on Christmas eve to catch Santa Claus, but even if you did not see Santa Claus coming down, what would that prove? Nobody sees Santa Claus, but that is no sign that there is no Santa Claus. The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see. Did you ever see fairies dancing on the lawn? Of course not, but that’s no proof that they are not there. Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and unseeable in the world.
You tear apart the baby’s rattle and see what makes the noise inside, but there is a veil covering the unseen world which not the strongest man, nor even the united strength of all the strongest men that ever lived could tear apart. Only faith, poetry, love, romance, can push aside that curtain and view and picture the supernal beauty and glory beyond. Is it all real? Ah, Virginia, in all this world there is nothing else real and abiding.
No Santa Claus! Thank God! he lives and lives forever. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay 10 times 10,000 years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood.