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"Soccer Anyone?"

This is my grandsons school playground.

And this is the equivalent in Sao Paulo

Yah! No shit. That is actually an elementary school with the recess facilities on the roof.

Makes you wonder why they are better at soccer than us eh? Or then again maybe it explains it.

"This soccer she is a man's game."...Anononymous Italian player

love

peter

"You Want To Buy What?"

An alpaca
A what?
An alpaca
Al Who?
No, an Allll....paca!
What the f@$ks an alpaca?
It's an animal.
An aminal???
Yah.
What kind of animal?
Well it's kind of like a little camel but without the hump.
Holy cow!
No not like a cow, like a camel
Wow, does it spit like a camel?
Well yah, but not very often.
Can it go across the desert without anything to drink?
Well nooo.
Well that ain't much good!
But it can stay outside all winter.
Outside? All winter?
Yup!
Well that's kinda good I guess. How come it can stay outside?
Well because it has the densest, warmest fleece of almost any animal alive.
Wow, they must get hot in the summer?
Nope, because in the summer you cut their fleece off.
Sounds like lots of work?
Well, a little, but you can sell the fleece.
Sell it? Really?
Yup!
Wow! That's good I guess. So that's why you want an alpaca, to sell the fleece?
Well that yah, plus they're really cute.
Cute? Alpacas are cute?
Yah, just ask Kylie.
Oh, so now it comes out....Kylie think they're cute...and cuddly I suppose?
Well actually they are.
Are what?
Cute and cuddly.
You gotta be kiddin me?
No they are very nice fluffy, friendly, furry things.
Oh and how do they smell?
Not bad...well until they pee at least.
So let me get this straight. You want to buy an aplaca? A fluffy furry friendly animal that's like a little camel without a hump, that spits at you and can stay outside all winter, and who's fleece you can sell, just because Kylie likes them?
NO! I like them too!
Yah Yah whatever. Where did you learn about these alpacas?
At the ploughing match.
The ploughing match? They let women go to the ploughing match now?
Piss off...I'm buying a fu$%in alpaca!
Fine. Buy an aplpaca! I don't suppose they can cost much and I suppose if they can stay outside all winter they won't need much care.
That's right. You can get a little one for about 1500 bucks.
Whaaaatttt?
And yah they can stay outside all winter but they should at least have a little building to go into so you'll have to build something.
Whaaaatttt?
And of course you'll have to build a six foot fence with that tight weave stuff so the coyotes don't get them.
The coyotes? The coyotes will get them? Eat them? Do they taste good?
Well only if they can get inside the fence. And I don't know what they taste like. They're not for eating. They're for keeping.
So you never eat them?
Nope! You keep them for as long as they live.
No way! Really? So what? Five to seven years?
No more like twenty to twenty five.
No shit!? So if you buy an aplace now it could easily outlive me?
Well I suppose. But your odds of living for a while will go up significantly if you just build the fence and the building, and of course we'll need water in there and maybe some lights for the winter time.
How will that increase my life span?
Easy. I want some alpacas and if I have to choose between you and them I can't make any promises.
Okay okay. Fine fine. Don't have a bird! So you want some alpacas. How do you propose to pay for them at 1500 bucks a pop?
Again, easy, I'll sell my bike?
Your custom painted high tech aluminum road bike?
No stupid! Of course not. I'm talking about my Harley!
You would sell your Harley to buy some alpacas?
Yes I would!
Ok, and what is Kylie gonna ride when she turns sixteen? I know you've thought about that haven't you?
How do you know? Besides with all the money I'll make selling alpaca fleece I'll just buy her another bike in 12 years.
Well I hope she likes Japanese bikes cause you ain't buying no Harley with alpaca fleece!
You don't know nothing! I've checked it all out and you can get a samll fortune for the stuff. Try buying a pair of alpaca socks. See how much they cost!
I suppose I'll need a pair if I'm gonna be out there fence building in the middle of winter eh? God have mercy on me.
Oh thanks dear...you're so good to me. Thanks a lot!
Hey, Hey...hold on. Thanks for what? I never agreed to anything.
Oh yes you did! Besides...either we buy some alpacas or I'm tellin Kylie that you said she couldn't have them.



Please Grampa?

Welcome to Roo and Associates Alpaca Farm.

Tomorrow I will discuss the relative merits of owning a high class, internationally renowned, anniversary edition classic Harley Davidson or a fuckin alpaca!

"Something tells me I'm getting hosed....or should I say fleeced?"---Peter W Rooyakkers

love

peter

"Daytime Running Lights"

And how they've changed our society.

I thought I would sneak a little post in just to see if anyone noticed. You see I had this brilliant thought while running yesterday and needed to put it down somewhere. Now those who have read my blog in the past may argue that while I may have accidently had a brilliant thought at some point in my life, this would certainly be the first time I expressed it via this medium or any other medium for that matter. To all of those people I simply say "up yours" and stop reading now!

But enough. Here's the proof either of my brilliance or lack thereof.

Do you remember when all the cars in a funeral procession would turn on their headlights and snake through town, not stopping for any red light or stop sign on the way to the cemetary? And every vehicle, every pedestrian and every stray dog would respectfully delay their own progress to make a small gesture to the faithful departed? Yah well I remember!

And that just doesn't happen any more because you know why everyone stopped for the procession? They had their lights on! That's how you knew it was a funeral, and that was your cue to stop at a green light for 2 minutes while they passed. Now everybodys lights are on all the time and so either you don't notice the funeral, or at least you can pretend you don't.

But who cares you may ask? After all the guy is freakin dead so he don't care, and everbody else in the procession is either too greived to care or on the opposite end, never liked the guy anyway.

Well guess what my friends. It ain't about the dead guy and how it affected him that everyone took a time out to consider his death. It's about the 2 minutes you(the live one) were forced to take and what most human beings would do during that 2 minutes. I probably don't have to tell you. You would instinctively consider your own mortality and that of your loved ones, and I would be willing to bet that most people would suddenly not be in so much of a hurry, and for at least the rest of that day would be a little kinder and a little slower to bitch about something.

So if you add up all the funerals and multiply that by the amount of people who were forced to stop and thereby were a little kinder and a little gentler for an entire day you would have a lot more decency in this world!

I rest my case. That is how daytime running lights have changed our society for the worse.

It also occurs to me that if we didn't have day time running lights we would have a few more car accidents, resulting in a few more deaths, and the accompanying compassion it would bring to our world via the funeral procession would be a very good thing. Perhaps the seat belt law needs reconsidered as well huh?

....and how fitting is this quote? It's good to know that I can always defer to Emily if I need a little brilliance...

"Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me.
The Carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality"---Emily Dickinson

com muito amor
peter

"Do You Ever Wonder Why?"

That when a little kid sees this...

Or this....

Or even this....

They see only flowers?

While us wise and experienced adults know very well they are only weeds. And if those flowers/weeds can be representative of the human condition can it also be true that they only look like weeds because of the eyes we see them with? Perhaps the ugly part of the plant represents all the things that went wrong; all the things we screwed up; all the tough times; all the guilt and shame we carry with us. Why does it seem I see only the weeds when they put the flower right on the very top?? The other day Kylie wanted to pick one of those ugly white things to take to her mother and I stopped her, suggesting we could find something better. We never did find anything and she eventually forgot about it. Pretty sad eh? Have to work on that I guess.

I know there are weeds in my life...but my god....the flowers!!!!

"This being human is a guest house.

Every morning a new arrival.

A joy, a depression, a meanness.

Some momentary awareness.

Comes as an unexpected visitor.

Welcome and entertain them all.

The dark thought, the shame, the malice.

meet them at the door laughing,

and invite them in.

Be grateful for whatever comes,

because each has bent sent

as a guide from beyond"---Rumi

And another one that hit me...

"Dwell as near as possible to the channel in which your life flows"---Henry david Thoreau

muito amor

peter

"Things I Take For Granted...part 3"

Being able to get in my car and drive where I want to, when I want to, and with who I want to.

Sao Paulo has dedicated lanes for buses and unlike what you may see in Canada they do not come every 15 minutes. They come constantly! As fast as people can get on or off the bus there is another one waiting. It is a continuous parade. For a large part of the population it is the only reasonable way to get around the city.

"You gotta, go where you wanna go
Do what you wanna do
With whoever you wanna do it with"----The Mamas and the Papas

love
peter

"Things I Take For Granted...part 2"

Space....

The city of Sao Paulo has 2 million more people than the Netherlands and as such they are stacked on top of each other.





These are taken from the office tower that I work in. Fortunately they have not yet disturbed the Catholic Church you see in the foreground. With this many people they need to have 7 masses every Sunday, and so they do!

"Space: The final frontier"---James Tiberius Kirk

love
peter

"Things I Take For Granted....part 1"

We, or at least I, take a lot of things for granted living in Canada. In brazil it is mandatory to have this sign posted by every elevator.




hmmm....

"When I'm in Canada, I feel this is what the world should be like."---Jane Fonda

love
peter

"In Lieu Of"

I give you this.

http://to10.uncoverthecure.org/site/TR/Events/Toronto2010?px=1819265&pg=personal&fr_id=1180

And this is not related but I loved it.

"Being born is a violent event akin to being thrown off of a cliff. There is only one inevitable end"---Anon

love
peter

"A Kiss is Just a Kiss"

The other day I was sending Colby off to school and as is his want and mine he gave me a kiss and a hug before he took off. For some reason it was the very first time that I wondered when he would grow too old to kiss grampa? Especially because he kisses me right on the lips. As I walked back to the house pondering this question I wondered why it suddenly occurred to me at that moment and I think I figured it out. It was because there were other kids his age there at the same time, and the thought went through my mind to wonder whether they also kissed their fathers or grandfathers? Taking it further it suddenly occurred to me that when you get to be seven years old there is the constant risk of doing something that may be seen as childish behaviour by your peers. I wondered if there would soon be a chance that someone would ridicule him for kissing an adult, especially an old ugly one. If that happened and I believe that it is inevitable at some point how would he feel? He is a very well adjusted kid with a strong sense of self and a robust personality, but I also know how much children can be influenced by others in their peer group. Just the other day while dressing for soccer I suggested that the top of his socks should be rolled down but he heartily disagreed, explaining to silly old me that that wzs not the way it was done. When we got to the soccer field I seen him approaching his team mates and suddenly stop in the middle of the field to fold over his socks. He had by then spotted how everyone else was wearing theirs.

So what to do? Do I wean him off the affection in order to potentially save him from some teasing, and in doing so give up one of the most precious parts of our relationship? Or do I let society run it's course and let him take his chances? And even if I chose to try to save him potential embarrassment how to I justify it to him? Do I tell him it's wrong? Do I tell him he's getting too old Do I just start subtly avoiding the public showing of affection?

I know what his Dad would say. Peter kisses me on the lips all the time and he would simply threaten to beat anybody up who had anything to say about it. While I agree with his opinion the fact still remains that it could cause pain for a child, maybe even more so if a parent or grandparent publicly stood up for him.

I never ever remember kissing my father when I was a child but surely there must have been a time? Or did he think the fact I was a small shy child, ignorant of the ways of the world, and who peed his pants every day at school was enough burden for one kid without also having to be teased about that. Probably eh? NOT! I think he just wasn't the type for physical demonstrations of affection unless you consider kicking me in the ass to be affection. And maybe...just maybe.... if I had some more of that ( affection that is, not ass kicking) I wouldn't have been such a scared little kid whenever I was faced with the realities of the "nuns" and the "town kids"

You know I've often found that writing this blog about something important to me is like having a conversation, or even a negotiation with myself and many times it has helped me come to some conclusion of some kind. This one is no exception. Despite the fears I express I know in my heart of hearts what the right thing is for both Colby and for me.

I'm gonna keep kissing him on the mouth as long as he'll let me...society be damned!

"A kiss seals two souls for a moment in time."---~Levende Waters

"Is not a kiss the very autograph of love?"---Henry Finck

love
peter

"Never Put Off Til Tomorrow"

What you can get somebody else to do today!

Unfortunately I'm too much of a control freak to allow that and so I will have to write a blog tomorrow. I promise. But I'll give you a hint. It's gonna be about kissing!

"A promise is a promise"---Kylie Amanda Rooyakkers

love
peter

Happy Birthday Miguette

Today we celebrated Miguettes 30th birthday. We were especially grateful to her friend Brandi who drove 1000 kms from Pennsylvania and to Adrian for coming up from the basement.

In honour of the auspicious occasion I thought it appropriate that we recognize some of her strengths while at the same time acknowledging her opportunities for growth.

First off Miguette is an amazing parent with the exception of the fact that she expects her children to come home at times.

She is a great musician with the exception of the fact that she never plays.

She is a great artist with the exception of the fact that she never draws.

She is a great gardener with the exception of the fact that she didn't grow me any potatoes.

She has a fine appreciation for great music especially classic rock, with the exception of her small obsession with Eddie Vedder.

She has a fine appreciation of classic old things but unfortunately is also a junk collector.

She is a great neighbour with the exception of her noisy fucking rooster.

And lastly she is an amazing woman and a beloved daughter with no exception what so ever!



"I wish that I knew what I know now when I was younger"---Rod Stewart

"I used to be on an endless run.
Believe in miracles 'cause I'm one.
I've been blessed with the power to survive.
After all these years I'm still alive."---Eddie Vedder

love
peter

"Today I Saw a Man"

Standing in the middle of a large grassy area just staring at the ground. What is he doing I wondered? Is he looking at something? You would think if that were the case that perhaps he would bend down to have a closer look. I waited but he continued to stare with his head bent to the ground as if he were in a trance of some kind. St Thomas has it's fair share of "special" people who live in group homes and other community settings and I briefly wondered if he was one of them. He seemed to be a man in late middle age and so I considered alzheimers. I was just mystifed and now even a little concerned for him. I actually considered stopping my car to study him further and perhaps even approach him, when he finally lifted his head and trudged slowly away.

And then I finally clued in .....as I passed the gates of the cemetery. It was one of the types that don't allow headstones, only plaques set into the ground.

While many people would surely disagree with me I just can't seem to get my head around the concept of cemeteries. Who dreamt that up? Put a corpse in a box, bury it in the ground and then erect a monument on top of it. The one and only way I can see the value of burial is if you put the corpse directly in the ground where it can at least provide nourishment for the plants and the grubs, and perhaps the odd ambitious coyote.

But the real question I have about cemeteries is not the burial part but the visiting part. What good does it do to go there and stare at the little plaque, or the big headstone for that matter? I suppose for some it is a way of grieving; of coming to terms with the reality of a loved ones passing. Or for others perhaps it is a reminder of their owm mortality. And for still others there is probably strong religious overtones associated with the idea; a method of prayer perhaps. Personally cemeteries don't do any of these things for me and I think they should all be ploughed and turned into farmland.

Oh, and the next time I hear about some ancient sacred burial ground that someone is claiming to own I'm gonna go there and throw a few stones at someone.

"When I am dead and buried, on my tombstone I would like to have it written, "I have arrived." Because when you feel that you have arrived, you are dead."---Yul Brynner

"He who rejects change is the architect of decay. The only human institution which rejects progress is the cemetery."---Harold Wilson

love
peter

"Maybe I'm Finally Growing Up?"

I spent several hours today celebrating the birthday of one of my brothers. Almost all the idiots were there and at some point in the day I realized that I was at peace with each and every one of them. I had no resentments, no jealousies, no anger and no envy. I just enjoyed their company and that of their families, and nothing else. A little sad I suppose that it has taken me this many years to get to this point but I suppose better late than never. It's a nice peaceful feeling to have finally grown up. Please congratulate me!

“You have to do your own growing no matter how tall your grandfather was.”---Abraham Lincoln

love
peter

Those Who Matter Don't Care"

First off, as promised, I wish to tell you that I really enjoyed my Brazil experience. Sao Paulo is a huge modern city of almost 20 million people and just as many cars. My most significant experiences involved the traffic, particularly the fact that the lanes are for cars, and the white lines are for motorcycles which always drive at least twice as fast as the cars. I also enjoyed getting my sense of direction messed up several times, until I finally realized that the sun was always in the northern sky as opposed to what I have been used to for 54 years. If you forget this fact then east becomes west, and vice versa. Anyway enought about that. The decision as to whether I will be going back is still up in the air so to speak. I'll keep you posted. Back to the topic.

Those who matter don't care, and those who care don't matter. That's why I have finally decided to venture into waters that may lose me a few acquaintances, but most certainly won't lose me any friends. Not real friends anyway.

I have procrastinated bringing this topic up many times primarily because I was afraid to. I know that may surprise you, and you would be right in thinking that there are not many things that I'm chicken to get into. I suppose that's why I knew that at some point I needed to do so. Anything you are afraid of needs to be faced at some point.

So what the hell am I talking about you say? Well I'm talking about Elton John, and Freddie Mercury, Rock Hudson, and Melissa Ethridge, and if you don't get the theme yet, what about the great Liberace, the queerest of them all.

I don't know when I first realized that one of my very own fit into the same category but I think it was close to 10 years ago. At first I just kept it locked up in my closet(pun intended) but I knew it couldn't stay there. Claudette and I never talked about it although we both knew what the other knew. We just had some kind of unspoken understanding that no one was going to bring it up. That all changed about 3 years ago when one day we both got an e-mail from Michael which basically said "Hey I'm gay, any questions?"

So there it is. I said it out loud. Not that I'm ashamed in any way shape or form, but yes, sometimes I'm afraid. Afraid for him and afraid for me. If I'm honest probably mostly for me. He is such a remarkable, kind, and thoughtful young man with a solid grip on life that he probably has nothing to fear. He has build incredible relationships and finds himself surrounded by many dear friends.

But he's no Freddie Mercury and as such doesn't have the protection that somehow comes with celebrity status. I know many extreme homophobes who are also major fans of Freddie, almost as if his incredible talent somehow mitigates the stigma attached to his sexual orientation. There is no such protection for my son and that leaves me constantly nervous about how he may be treated in any given situation.

In the end though I suspect my fear is still more about me than about him. I am proud of myself in that my feelings for him have not changed in the least, and as always I would defend him with my life. I know there are many parents, men especially, that have turned away from their children in the same situation. Amongst those who have not I suspect that I am not alone in my struggle to come to terms with having a gay child, however I don't like the fact that I even struggle. Maybe confessing my inner turnoil will help.

And practice, practice, practice. I have come to realize that with most prejudices your daily habits of thought and speech can strengthen or quiet your shameful attitudes. That's why every time I use the word queer, I am referring to a 3 dollar bill, every time I say faggot I'll be talking about a bundle of sticks for my fire, and when I talk about a dyke it will be something that my grandfather built in Holland to hold the sea back. Homo of course is a kind of milk which I never drink because it makes me fat.

I encourage you to try to discipline yourself the same way. If you don't learn now, you may one day have to stare it in the face anyway, just as I did. I am actually grateful for it as I know it has made me a better man.

In closing I only care to say that I am also grateful to my son because I know that he forgives me my fears and struggles, even as I work to overcome them. He is my strength, and my inspiration

"I am as gay as a daffodil, my dear"---Freddie Mercury

"If homosexuality is a disease, let's all call in queer to work: "Hello. Can't work today, still queer."---Robin Tyler

love
peter

"What was I Thinking?"

I got home late last night and tomorrow afternoon I leave again. Barely time to do my laundry and shave. So I'm sorry but I got nothing for you.

I'm a little preoccupied with my Brazil visit. Only my second time south of the equator. Wish me well! I'll let you know how it goes.

"With the possible exception of the equator, everything begins somewhere."---C. S. Lewis

love
peter

"What Did You Imagine?"

When I was younger.....,

I imagined that someday I would have a beautiful wife and several strapping sons.

I imagined that If I worked hard I could have a decent job that I enjoyed, and which allowed me lots of freedom.

I imagined that eventually I may have a place in the country with a few acres.

I imagined that one day I would be exceptionally fit and perhaps complete a long distance triathlon.

I imagined that at some point my big sisters would be proud of me.

I imagined the possibility of being able to travel a little.

BUT.....

It never once occurred to me to imagine that I would have 2 beautiful grandchildren living next door to me.

I never once imagined an orange tractor with hydrostatic drive.

I never imagined that I would be accepting of the swallows building a nest on top of my garage door opener

It also never ocurred to me to imagine an incredible opportunity to work in Brazil.

AND....

Hell, I'm only 54 years old and I can only imagine what is still to come.

"What God intended for you goes far beyond anything you can imagine."---Oprah Winfrey

"Imagination is the voice of daring. If there is anything Godlike about God it is that. He dared to imagine everything."---Henry Miller

love
peter

"The Septic Tank"

Definition : a tank in which solid organic sewage is decomposed and purified by anaerobic bacteria"

Doesn't that make it an anit-septic tank?

Erma Bombeck claims that the grass is always greener over the septic tank. While I get the point of her metaphor she is actually quite wrong. The grass frequently grows better and greener over the weeping bed, but the tank itself often has the opposite effect on the greenery. Especially if the tank is very close to the surface and there is not enough soil to retain moisuture and allow for a strong root system.

I had always known exactly where the tank over at the farm was located for this very reason....the grass was all dead there. That didn't really concern me that much until one day last week one of the kids asked me why there was a crack in the earth. Much to my surprise, part of the lid had moved gradually out of location up to the point that the 3 inches of soil above it was now falling through the crack. I thought I better do something about it and since I had to uncover it anyway I thought it would be a good time to get it pumped.

So I call a guy and find out it only costs 200 bucks cash and we agree on a date and time. Meanwhile I get the tank opened up expecting to find quite an unhealthy and impacted tank with the belief that it had probably not been inspected for years. I probed every corner of the square concrete enclosure and much to my surprise I could not find any indication of solid material buildup and very little floating on top. Not knowing much about septic systems at all I still came to the conclusion that everything was actually in good shape and functioning well. I clearly remember opening one up with my dad and finding that the bottom half of the tank was almost completely solid.

So to make a long story short, the guy never showed up at the appointed time and so I called him up, told him not to bother, and saved my 200 bucks. I then closed it up, added significant soil on top of it and planted some grass seed. I'm not gonna think about it for another 5 years.

So that's my story, but it's not really relevant. Hopefully this part is.

I think Erma missed the boat a little with her septic tank analogy in that I think there is a much better one. The secret to life lies in the tank itself.

All kinds of shit comes into your life as it does into the tank. We have natural organisms built into our respective systems that are intended to purify that fecal matter. It takes time and patience however. Some of the crap sinks to the bottom where it hopefully decomposes. If not then it continues to pile up and since it's "out of sight, out of mind" we're not always aware of it. Some of the crap floats on top and and as such stares us right in the face. This is scary stuff for that reason alone, but fortunately there are baffles built into the tank and into out lives to prevent the floaters from clogging up the weeping bed.

The bottom line.... Its all a matter of the size of your tank and the amount of crap passing through it. If these things are in proportion and you have a healthy system, things are gonna be ok. If you can feel the shit piling up deep down, or if the floaters are starting to cover the surface you better get some help....get your tank pumped!

And you know what else? Because your own personal tank is underground you are the only one who can assess it's condition. No one else knows either how large your tank is, or how many people are shitting in it, and as such don't ever let anyone judge you if you need some help. That also works both ways. Let's remember not to judge others for the same reason.

Oh one last thing. Just when you think you have all of lifes crap under control, someone comes along and takes a piss in your corn flakes.

"Life is like a shit sandwich, the more bread you have the less shit you have to eat."---Anon

love
peter

"You're Probably Pushing Fifty"

If you remember this...

When I was a little biddy boy
My grandmother bought me a cute little toy
Silver bells hanging on a string
She told me it was my ding-a-ling-a-ling

My Ding-A-Ling My Ding-A-Ling
I want you to play with My Ding-A-Ling
My Ding-A-Ling My Ding-A-Ling
I want you to play with My Ding-A-Ling

Then mama took me to Sunday school
They tried to teach me the Golden Rule
But when the choir would stand and sing
I'd sit there and play with my Ding-a-ling-a-ling

My Ding-A-Ling My Ding-A-Ling
I want you to play with My Ding-A-Ling
My Ding-A-Ling My Ding-A-Ling
I want you to play with My Ding-A-Ling

Then mama took me to Grammar school
But I stopped off in the vestibule
Every time that bell would ring
Catch me playing with my ding-a-ling

My Ding-A-Ling My Ding-A-Ling
I want you to play with My Ding-A-Ling
My Ding-A-Ling My Ding-A-Ling
I want you to play with My Ding-A-Ling

Once I was climbing the garden wall,
I slipped and had a terrible fall
I fell so hard I heard birds ring,
But held on to My ding-a-ling

Once I was swimming cross turtle creek
those snapping turtles were snapping at my feet
Sure was hard swimming cross that thing
with both hands holding my ding-a-ling

This here song it ain't so sad
The cutest little song you ever had
Those of you who will not sing
You must be playing with your own Ding-a-ling

Believe it or not this is the only number one hit that Chuck Berry ever had!

love
peter

"First Things First"

You can't make a decision until you have enough facts. That's why I have to check out the climate first. After all, if you can't ride a bike or run then the decision is easy. I do appreciate all the decision making advice, especially the Chinese guys help......somthing about free naked women when I pasted into the online translator. I'm gonna go and delete him right now while I think about it.

Hope all is well with everyone. I have a smelly essay planned for saturday so check it out.

"Go to Heaven for the climate, Hell for the company."--- Mark Twain

love
peter