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<title>Notes From The Throne...drum Throne</title>
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<copyright>&#169; 13:35:33 Greasy.com  All rights reserved.</copyright>
<pubDate>Thu,  Jan 13:35:33 8 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>A Haiku</title>
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<description> 90 years are given Two thirds of which expired A sobering thought </description>
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<pubDate>Wed, 27 Feb 2008 01:07:36 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>Reunion</title>
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<description> So, here I am, standing near the cash register talking with another sales associate when I hear a familiar but pleasant voice ask for assistance. A very familiar face with an immediately recognizable smile looked up towards me with expectation. Two steps and I stopped. My mind is whirling like the fastest hard drive...I know her, I know her. &#x22;Norma,&#x22; I said. That stopped her advance towards me and raised the most quizzical expression I think I have ever seen. I could almost see that same h ...</description>
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<pubDate>Wed, 16 Jan 2008 03:49:09 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>Rainbows and Bananas</title>
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<description> My wife and I were both school teachers when our 5 year old was pre-tested for kindergarden roundup. Mary, a Special Ed teacher, and myself, instrumental music, had always engaged our son in any activity that involved social interaction, reading and general observation. The nearest major city to where we lived was a 35 mile drive. Many times, junior and I would drive into the city to shop. One of my favorite games was to ask him what he would see along the way. He would point out overhead  ...</description>
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<pubDate>Tue, 15 Jan 2008 15:06:12 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>Letter to Patrick</title>
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<description> Oct. 10, 2006 Patrick&#x2026; I&#x2019;ve watched you grow before my eyes each year I received the Drumarama video tape from your dad. It&#x2019;s amazing how the talent develops and manifests itself. I&#x2019;m not going to tell you all the great things about your dad and what he meant to me&#x2026;I know that you&#x2019;ve heard the stories. I will tell you, however, about one telephone call that he and I shared several years ago. Believe it or not, we each talked about our children. I suppose it was because we each  ...</description>
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<pubDate>Tue, 15 Jan 2008 14:15:04 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>I Once Had This Bass Drummer</title>
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<description> Friday night. It had rained for most of the day. The football field, a sodden muddy half-acre, could only be recognized as such by the not-so-erect uprights at either end, suggesting something of an end zone. Years later, Mike and I would refer to that game as the &#x22;Mud Bowl.&#x22; We had met for the first time at his schools home football game. I was impressed with the bands half-time performance, especially since this was 40th and Plum...you know, 40 miles from nowhere plum out in the sticks.  ...</description>
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<pubDate>Tue, 15 Jan 2008 05:15:03 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>A Sunday Kind of Jazz</title>
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<description> Verse 1: Nights on the town Drinks till 3:00 Had lots of fun... My Lady and me... Nothing to worry..nothing to care We were young...no despair Verse 2: Then one day We were no more... My Lady said to me As she walked out that door Don't look so sad...we had a good run It's a Sunday kind of jazz. Verse 3: Time has a way of catching up Before you know it We lost our touch... Growing older...mellowing It's a Sunday kind of jazz for me. Frank Iacovazzi 6/21/06 </description>
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<pubDate>Tue, 15 Jan 2008 02:56:08 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>Sunday Jazz Jam.</title>
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<description> It's Sunday and I have the day off...a rare treat working in retail sales. Doubly so because this is the first Sunday of the month and that means Jazz Jam! Okay, let me explain. Where I live there is an organization: Community Jazz Center of Greater Des Moines (CJC). Its mission is very simple: to promote the learning of Jazz Music to area high school students. Every month, the first Sunday is reserved for a live Jazz Jam session at a local coffee house. Here, area students can come and si ...</description>
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<pubDate>Mon, 14 Jan 2008 18:04:28 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>Notes from the Throne ... Drum Throne</title>
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<description> 2 Hawley Street The intersection of Water Street and Court is no more dangerous than the others but, it&#x2019;s December and it&#x2019;s icy. Headed to work, on my bike, I rode the traffic with no more thought than if it were a sunny day in the middle of June. I enjoyed my bike and going to work was not going to rob me of its pleasure. The Court Street bridge, a grid work of steel, spanning a narrow of the Chenango River, made those 26 inchers literally hum as I crossed over and entered into downto ...</description>
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<pubDate>Mon, 14 Jan 2008 17:17:01 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>Notes from the Throne ... Drum Throne</title>
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<description> Dad, Grandpa and the Meat Market I was a child of the 50&#x2019;s. My hero&#x2019;s pure Americana: Roy Rogers, Hop-A-Long Cassidy and the most famous plainsman of them all, Davy Crockett (though, I later learned his real name was Fess Parker). Ozzie and Harriet and the Cleaver&#x2019;s were the proto-typical families of the day, fun to watch but for sure-fire advice on just about anything, there was no one better than Mr. Anderson of Father Knows Best. For love and infatuation, however, it was the Donna ...</description>
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<pubDate>Mon, 14 Jan 2008 17:10:04 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>Hello</title>
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<description> HELLO Are you aware that there is so much magic in so little a word as &#x201C;Hello?&#x201D; No matter the setting or the situation, hearing that word spoken softens the hardest emotion and strengthens the heart against any and all that would tend to break it. One cannot say the word without a smile, try it&#x2026;it can&#x2019;t be done. So simple a word, two syllables. Yet contains so great a force that it transcends all barriers, turns loathing into liking, rejection into acceptance and fortifies our frai ...</description>
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<pubDate>Mon, 14 Jan 2008 17:06:27 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>TV Commercials: a Social Commentary</title>
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<description> ReMax has aired a commercial where only a mother and daughter are characters. Interestingly enough, the agent shown is a woman also. And why not? There are probably more women in the business than there are men. Something about &#x22;Motherly instinct.&#x22; I've always believed that if you want a job done right, hire a woman. I digress. What concerns me about the commercial is that there is a intended lack, or disregard, of Male presence. Unless it was otherwise, a male had to be present to procrea ...</description>
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<pubDate>Sat, 8 Sep 2007 04:32:01 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>From a Friend ...</title>
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<description> The Final Laps Looking back on a husband's career Updated: September 25th, 2006 06:53 PM EDT E-mail Story Print Story Most Read Most Emailed The author and her groom leaving in the '78 Bronco for their honeymoon, her leg &#x22;waving&#x22; out the window. MELODIE SWAN Police Life Contributor Officer.com A few months ago, I privately celebrated the end of an era for our family. It happened with the exit of my husband's longtime love, his 1978 Ford Bronco. For years the Bronco had occupied a hallowed  ...</description>
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<pubDate>Sat, 8 Sep 2007 01:48:14 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>Out of Touch</title>
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<description> It seems that I have spent so much of my life working, going to school and then raising my children, I now find myself wondering when all the cultural changes occured. One day I was 30 and had gotten married and now I am a few months away from 60 and asking what the hell happened. I go to work and am told I have to embrace Diversity or get a another job. Diversity? What the hell is that supposed to mean? I grew up in a mixed neighborhood...whites and blacks; and never had a problem getting ...</description>
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<pubDate>Wed, 8 Aug 2007 03:43:51 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>Reply: 50's TV Shows and Dads</title>
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<description> there is a great deal of Truth in that what people hear, see and read all the time is what they tend to believe all the time. Our society has become a culture based upon hype and marketing. Jim Anderson, Dr. Stone, Ward Cleaver and Ozzie Nelson are considered to passe and boring for todays HDTV, Reality-primed boob-tubers. Afterall, how much drama can there really be in common sense thinking and family centered interaction? No, it's so much more lucrative to sensationalize the abusive and  ...</description>
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<pubDate>Sat, 7 Jul 2007 15:21:00 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>50's TV Shows and Dads</title>
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<description> This was forwarded to me. . . Father Knows Best Leave It To Beaver The Adventures of Ozzie and Harriet it is insteresting to reflect back to the various FAMILY style TV shows of the 50's which was the era of 1953-63. You had 2 stable parents, with dad making the major decisons, and the mom taking care of the home and protecting the kids, right or wrong and the kids never disobeying the parents. Sure, much of that was not realistic and alsomst impossible to achieve, but one longs for that s ...</description>
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<pubDate>Sat, 7 Jul 2007 15:02:38 GMT</pubDate>
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