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VIEW FROM UNDER THE BUS"
by Gael Montana
September,
1949 - March 22, 2009 Tonsorial
Artist and Hill Country Contrarian
Comfort,
Texas |
Columns
Circling
the Drain & Other Adventures
2-20-09
We are all
blessed by the efforts we take to nurture one another and lift the spirits of
those in need. It's what heaven really is...unconditional love and respect. In
a world where life seems to lose it's value Comfort is endowed with countless
hearts of gold.
Investing
in Our Boomer Selves
5-26-08
We dodge and duck the inevitability of the ever-looming 'Golden
Years' but they will prevail upon us all and, these days, the 'gold' (or lack
of it) is the operative word. My husband and I listen patiently to pundits spew
invaluable advice on how to manage the eventual bankruptcy of old age, but they
all seem to miss our personal mark, somehow. 'Keep that chunk of money in the
bank', 'put it in the market and let it 'work' for you!', ‘bury it in the yard’,
blah, blah, blah, ad nauseum. Ok…WHAT chunk of money are they talking about?...
Goodbye,
General Bill 4-17-08
Eulogy for Brigadier General
Bill Bacon, Ret
"I honestly believe, despite the lack of hope in this
world, that a few people can change the course of history when strong, dedicated
individuals work together. We could learn a lot from those fellows, now, when
everyone seems angry and unhappy with everything coming down the pike. Bill came
through the rye knowing that war was not the answer, but he made us think long
& hard about the question."
Mood
Music and Mothballs
3-10-08
Looking back on it all from beyond the half-century mark makes for an interesting
view. It appears that our lives play out to a wildly random musical sound track.
Every memory in my head has a back-up tune, ranging from sitars to kazoos, classical
orchestras to penny whistles...
My
Heart on a Sleeve
2-3-08
"...Valentine's Day has traditionally been
the scene of massive romantic disasters around here. My husband and I even waited
to get hitched until two days afterwards to avoid that pesky dark cloud. If you
recall, Chicago has a rather grisly connection with Valentine's Day..."
Merry,
Merry Everything 12-2-07
As the shadows lengthen
time itself begins to pick up speed, rushing by and sneaking away before we notice.
Being in that old Chihuahuan Desert this fall evoked a sense of timelessness with
its Spartan beauty and open space...
“Buy,
Buy, Says the Sign in the Shop Window,
Why, Why, Says the Junk in the Yard.”
11-8-07
Just for fun try muting your TV during the commercials
and, I promise, many of them won't make a lick of sense. What they're selling
often remains a mystery but they can be amusing in spite of that...
In
Remembrance of Gregory James Krauter
10-17-07
When friends and neighbors pass it's natural
to reflect on their lives and think of all the good times, the silly moments you
shared with them. It's harder to do when the 'good times' were few and far between
toward the end and there was a darkness lurking that no one could lighten...
A
Stitch in Time 8-3-07
There are uncounted treasures that have vanished with the popularity of dime-a-dozen
super stores and half-price outlets. Not so terribly long ago we would take our
family's measure and fit them out ourselves. We’d whip up clothing and accessories
on our old Singer or White...
Time
runs in circles like a one-legged duck
7-16-07
Many of us who prefer life in the slow lane
have done our share of traveling in the fast one...
Circling
the Drain 6-30-07
We can only cheat the future in our minds. There are those who run and walk and
do everything exactly right then drop like a stone on their 40th birthday from
some unpronounceable malady. Meanwhile many of us smoke, drink and sit around
like slugs only to live into our 80's & beyond. To make matters worse, we spend
more money & energy trying to lose weight than we do putting it on. If only we
hadn't been raised to consider gravy a 'beverage' all those years ago we wouldn't
need to take nearly as many preventative measures...Brave
New TechnoPiphany
6-15-07
My husband and I were watching the NBA Finals
this week, joyfully raising Cain and being stand-up fans for our beloved Spurs.
What a nice, old-fashioned, way to spend a lovely spring evening, grateful not
to have to make that hundred mile round trip to Big Tony. We were feeling terribly
up-to-date when it occurred to us that nearly every commercial that wasn’t pushing
new cars or beer featured some kind of hand-held unit that we couldn't identify.
The
True Meaning of Auld Lang Syne 6-4-07
The Faith
Club: A Muslim, A Christian, A Jew-- Three Women Search for Understanding
On
Blending and Branding 5-19-07
Before the great hush
of conformity there were bright ideas flying around like blue jays and, before
we became so homogenized, we still sported 'regional' accents and quaint 'colloquial'
ways... A
Hot Time in the Old Town 5-4-07
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