Sunday, July 06, 2008


The wife and I this evening went to Toronto (Ohio) on the Harley for the fireworks show. And what a show it was. They run the show for about twenty five minutes, but during that time they shoot off five or six rounds each second. That is not a typo, five or six per second!

The finale is only a couple of minutes long, but it involves one thousand rounds in and of itself. As spectacular as that sounds, it looks even more so. It lit up the entire river.

On the way back home, we stopped by Bobby's place. Bobby and I ripped some music, and the wives plotted against us. Or so we believe. But a great time was had by all.

We are home now and it's time for bed. And maybe some more fireworks!

Friday, July 04, 2008

Virtual Fireworks


"We all have our time machines.
Some take us back, they're called memories.
Some take us forward, they're called dreams."
--Jeremy Irons

Thursday, July 03, 2008

The Fourth

Here is a wish for a safe and happy Independence Day celebration to everyone out there from the entire crew at the Riverbank.

Happy Fourth of July!

Here are two things to think about this holiday weekend.

First, the Fourth of July celebrates our independence from England after we defeated them in the Revolutionary war. So let me ask you this.

Does England have a Fourth of July?

The answer is yes.
It comes between July 3 and July 5.
Second, our Revolution was because of taxation. And for about a hundred and fifty years we were not taxed in any way.
So what the Hell happened?

Wednesday, July 02, 2008

Sex Survey

From TZ.


According to a new survey about sex, 51 percent of people
said they would consider having sex for money if the amount
offered was large enough.

The average woman said the amount would have to be at least

The average man, on the other hand, said, "How much change
do you have on you?"

The Hazards Of Speaking English

From Alrad.


After an exhaustive review of the research literature, here's the final word on nutrition and health:

1. Japanese eat very little fat and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans do.

2. Mexicans eat a lot of fat and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans do.

3. Chinese drink very little red wine and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans do.

4. Italians drink excessive amounts of red wine and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans do.

5. Germans drink beer and eat lots of sausages and fats and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans do.

CONCLUSION: Eat and drink what you like. Speaking English is apparently what kills us, but the government is trying to correct the problem.


"Did you ever notice the people who are most adamantly against abortions are people so
ugly you wouldn't want to touch them in the first place?"
-- George Carlin

Rest In Peace, George.

The Wooden Bowl

From Corrine.


I guarantee you will remember the tale of the Wooden Bowl tomorrow, a week from now, a month from now, a year from now.

A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and four-year-old grandson.

The old man's hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered.

The family ate together at the table. But the elderly grandfather's shaky hands and failing sight made eating difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor.

When he grasped the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth.

The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess.
"We must do something about father," said the son.
"I've had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor."

So the husband and wife set a small table in the corner.
There, Grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner.

Since Grandfather had broken a dish or two, his food was served in a wooden bowl.

When the family glanced in Grandfather's direction, sometimes he had a tear in his eye as he sat alone.

Still, the only words the couple had for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped a fork or spilled food.

The four-year-old watched it all in silence.

One evening before supper, the father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the floor.

He asked the child sweetly, "What are you making?" Just as sweetly, the boy responded,

"Oh, I am making a little bowl for you and Mama to eat your food in when I grow up." The four-year-old smiled and went back to work.

The words so struck the parents so that they were speechless.

Then tears started to stream down their cheeks.

Though no word was spoken, both knew what must be done.

That evening the husband took Grandfather's hand and gently led him back to the family table.

For the remainder of his days he ate every meal with the family. And for some reason,

neither husband nor wife seemed to care any longer when a fork was dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth soiled.

On a positive note, I've learned that, no matter what happens, how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow.

I've learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles four things: a rainy day, the elderly, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights.

I've learned that, regardless of your relationship with your parents, you'll miss them when they're gone from your life.

I've learned that making a "living" is not the same thing as making a "life.."

I've learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance.

I've learned that you shouldn't go through life with a catcher's mitt on both hands.

You need to be able to throw something back.

I've learned that if you pursue happiness, it will elude you

But, if you focus on your family, your friends, the needs of others, your work and doing the very best you can, happiness will find you

I've learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision.

I've learned that even when I have pains, I don't have to be one.

I've learned that every day, you should reach out and touch someone.

People love that human touch -- holding hands, a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back.

I've learned that I still have a lot to learn.