Category Archive:Moose Nuggets

It was a helluva year
Full of teen misery and angst
Full of the wonder of young love
Full of you

It was a helluva year
Full of social unrest
Full of heartache and sorrow
Full of news

It was a helluva year
Like the many gone before
Like the many yet to come
Like none we’ve ever seen

They say if you remember
The years
You didn’t live through them

I remember . . .

The year JFK died

The year Martin died

The year RFK died

The years of racial unrest

The day we met
The day we parted – came together again
The day we married – became parents

The day my mother died

In the year 2525 was a song
Full of dark sadness
No joy

I choose joy

I choose love

I choose the year
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The Trifecta Challenge this week is to writer 33-333 words using the word YEAR in its third definition:
3 : a calendar year specified usually by a number

The news was greeted with sighs and wistful smiles. Hopes pinned on one candidate vanished with the flick of a wrist. Small town politics at its best, the race had been hard fought, harder won. Someone sobbed in his beer. The other hoisted an aged whiskey in salute.

“Good thing this only happens once every four years.”

“You’re right, Harold. If this campaign had lasted one more day you would have had a divorce decree acting as coaster to that glass.”

“Awww, Margie. C’mere and give me a kiss. My people are waiting. You and me, girl. You and me.”

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Velvet Verbosity tells about an upcoming nerdery-competition held jointly with writers from the 100 Word Challenge and the Trifecta Writing Challenge, but does not forget to give us a 100 word challenge . . . VANISHED.

The Lord’s my rock. In Him I hide. A shelter in the time of storm.

Jenna’s throaty alto contrasted with the younger, higher sopranos at First Raptured Assembly Church. She rocked back on her heels, lifted her face, and raised her hands in praise.

Glorys were shouted and Hallelujahs rang. Pastor Jamieson danced on the altar and clutched his hanky, dabbing at his lips.

“Praise God, sisters and brothers, praise God-a! We are in the presence-a of the Father today-a. Let the Holy Ghost-a lift you up-a to the Throne. The storms assail, but we prevail. Hallelelujah!”

Outside thunder rolled.
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Our country has had a wild few days weather-wise. People place their faith in many things. I imagine that many sang this hymn and clung to the hope that their Shelter would hold fast.

Written for Lance’s 100 Word Song wherein he chose Bob Dylan’s Shelter from the Storm.

New Jersey Governor Christie blames mixed messages from Atlantic City mayor. . .

and the mayor strikes back.

Meanwhile . . . all of the major media continue to send reporters out into dangerous situations to make their reports. Last night I saw reporters nearly blown off their feet in hurricane-force winds, standing in knee deep water, wading out into humongo waves to show how deep the water was in the parking lot; this morning standing in the aftermath needing to wear glasses to protect against the needle sharp sand.

PEOPLE!! What is wrong with you? Even my 13 year old granddaughter said, “Gramma, if they told me to go out into that weather I would use two letters . . . N – O!”

That’s my gorlie. 13 and standing up for herself. May it ever be so.

And, really . . . if you get off by watching other folks in dangerous situations, why don’t YOU try it for a change. Or, better yet . . . write the media and tell them how silly it is.

I heard a radio talk show host this morning (local) remind us that we (US) have invested millions of $$ in inventing robo-cams and the like . . . for heaven’s sake – USE THEM!!

/rant

carry on.

be safe.
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I searched for media and Sandy and caught these two images. The first, I believe, is Al Roker from NBC Today Show – re-posted in an article flaming media going out in the storm:

The second is of a father and his son standing in the pre-Sandy waves:

Which leads to my question of media showing the public how to take risks and chances and wondering how many people are injured just for the sake of a picture.

sigh

Okay, gentle readers — fair warning. This week the editors at Trifecta challenged us with a word that might offend your sensibilities. If that is so, please do not read further. If you choose to read beyond the cut and are then offended . . . well, as they say, you were warned.

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