Archive | November, 2012

The murder of a beloved American President

22 Nov

English: John F. Kennedy, photograph in the Ov...

English: John F. Kennedy, photograph in the Oval Office. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Clint Hill jumping on the presidential limousi...

Clint Hill jumping on the presidential limousine, as captured on the Zapruder film. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Dallas, Nov 22, 1963. At 12:30p.m., Dallas time, shots rang out and John F. Kennedy was murdered while riding in a motorcade in that city. It’s been 49 years! After all this time, you would think that our government would have discovered the truth instead of suppressing it. There had to have been a second or even a third shooter. There are too many unanswered questions. Why did most of the eye witnesses suddenly die soon after giving their testimony? Why was the Warren Report doctored with lies? If only Abraham Zapruder had kept panning his camera to the right we might have seen another shooter at the grassy knoll. I recently saw a documentary with all of Kennedy’s  Secret Service men returning to Dallas. The one thing that they said that made any sense was the who ever the shooters were, they had all the cards in their favor that day. Even Clint Hill, the Secret Service man who jumped up on the car said that if only he had reacted a few seconds earlier, he might have saved Kennedy’s life. It took Hill years to forgive himself once he realized that he did all that he could do. One thing is for sure, the killers planned it, and they planned it well. I for one don’t believe that Oswald killed Kennedy. If that was the case, why did Jack Ruby murder him so quickly after the shooting? Next year it will be 50 years. We need to beg Congress to reopen the case, and find out the truth once  and for all. They owe it to a fallen President who didn’t expect to die that day! I was a small boy, but I have never seen so many people both on TV and in my neighborhood cry so much. It went on for a week! We can only hope that history does not repeat itself, and another President’s life is taken by gunshots.

A picture showing the secret agent Clinton Hil...

A picture showing the secret agent Clinton Hill nestling against the fastback of the presidential limousine (Photo credit: Wikipedia)


Happy Thanksgiving

22 Nov

Thanksgiving Background

Thanksgiving Background (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Sorry that I haven’t written in a while. My blog took a backseat to my health, but I’m happy to report that I am doing much better. Just wanted to wish any of you reading this a very Happy Thanksgiving. I hope that you are spending it with family, friends, and loved ones. My family went to Nevada to visit my daughter (she turned 29 yesterday) and to spend time celebrating her birthday. I couldn’t make the trip. I can’t travel more than one hour in a car without significant pain. It’s okay. I haven’t celebrated Thanksgiving in so long that I can’t remember the last time I sat down to a complete meal. I couldn’t eat it all anyway due to my smaller stomach. I had gastric bypass surgery in 2009 to lose weight. I am currently working on putting some of that weight back as I lost too much!! The surgery works, sometimes too good! I do give thanks to God for my family, and for another year of still being here on earth. I hope that I have many  more years left, and hope to stick around for a long time. So, enjoy your day. Watch some football if that’s your thing. But do remember to give thanks, because that is what today is all about. Enjoy!  The first recorded Thanksgiving dates back to 1621 in Plymouth, Mass where the feast was prompted by a good harvest. The Puritans and Pilgrims who began emigrating from England carried on the tradition to New England.  We have been celebrating ever since. Just a bit of history.


English: Oven roasted turkey, common fare for ...

English: Oven roasted turkey, common fare for Christmas and Thanksgiving celebrations. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Election Day

5 Nov

Seal Of The President Of The United States Of ...

speaking at CPAC in Washington D.C. on Februar...
speaking at CPAC in Washington D.C. on February 11, 2011. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Official photographic portrait of US President...

Official photographic portrait of US President Barack Obama (born 4 August 1961; assumed office 20 January 2009) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

English: Seal of the President of the United S...

English: Seal of the President of the United States Español: Escudo del Presidente de los Estados Unidos Македонски: Печат на Претседателот на Соединетите Американски Држави. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I want to take a moment out and thank all of you who asked about my health. I truly appreciate that. I even received a message regarding my writing  about my personal ordeal, and the sharing of it, with others. I did it in the hopes that somebody might see the symptoms, and get help immediately. Some people will never experience internal  bleeding, while others will experience it for the first time. Although this was some very personal for me, I couldn’t keep this information to myself. I am not that way.  Thank you again, for contacting me, and for giving me your two-cents. It made me feel better. I have a long road ahead of me, but I plan to get better.

Well, it’s finally here. Election Day in the United States. We vote for a President. Either a new one, or the existing one. In a race this close, the pundits are having a hard time trying to call a winner. They will have to wait like the rest of us until tomorrow. I’ll be glad when the whole thing is over. I am tired of seeing all  the ads run on TV, and listening to all the messages about why I should vote for this proposition, or that one. Personally, I voted by mail two weeks ago, and made all my decisions already.  And no, I am not going to tell you who I voted for. Let’s just say that I chose a leader that feels the same way that I do on certain issues.

On another note, you would think that my local registrar would stop sending a ballot to my daughter that  passed away in 2005. I took a few moments out of my day to phone them and  let them know this, and they told me that in order for them to stop sending her voting information, that I would have to go down to their office, and provide them with  a copy of her death certificate. They are the same people who have access to birth, and death certificates. They can just pull up this information on the computer, and save me a trip. But no… they want to make it as difficult on me as possible. Then we wonder why our government agencies are so inefficient. So, I let it go. If they want to continue wasting tax dollar funds by doing this, after they can fix it so easily and in minutes, then so be it. Let them have fun. I’m sure somewhere down the road, they will finally catch their mistake. The only problem is, how many years will that take, I wonder. Makes you think.

Life -Now you are here, then you are not

3 Nov


Hospital (Photo credit: morrissey)

Life. I wonder how many people who don’t suffer from sickness actually stop and take the time to give thanks for their good health, and to realize just how brief a period of time that we are in this world. The reason I say that is I just came home from the hospital last Thursday, Nov 1, after spending the past few days in what they call their coronary care unit. This is similar to being in intensive care. When you spend any amount of time in any of these units, it is serious.  I had been experiencing  stomach pain and was passing blood in my stool for the past several days. I was smart enough, having been through this before, to recognize the symptoms of severe blood loss. I faxed my doctor from my home around 9 pm on Monday evening. On Tuesday morning, Oct 30, my doctor phoned me personally and told me that I needed to have my blood level checked. So I went to my local lab where they take my blood level regularly. The girl who worked there told me that my doctor had emailed them with the test she wanted to run “stat“. It is called a “CBC” or complete blood count. This type of test checks for the amount of both red and white blood cells in your body.   When a doctor does anything stat, it is pretty serious. I went home and my doctor phoned me back at 4pm. She told me that yes, I had loss a significant amount of blood.  A normal hemoglobin count ranges from 13 to 18. Mine came back at 6.3!! This means that I had loss half the blood volume in my body. My doctor instructed me to get to the Emergency Room of my local hospital. She called ahead of my arrival, telling the doctors there exactly what was wrong with me. To make a long story short, they hooked up 2  I.V. lines in my body, and then starting giving me clear fluids immediately  The doctor told me that he would be admitting me because I would need a blood transfusion.  Over the next 24 hours, they game me 4 units of blood, while I stayed in the coronary care unit, hooked up to monitors, and being watched very closely. Another doctor stopped by, introduced himself, and told me that he wanted to do a procedure called an “upper endoscopy”.  He would place a scope with a camera attached to it down my throat, and into my stomach. I later learned that he found the place where I was bleeding, and with the same scope, he burned the area,  or cauterised it, thus stopping the bleeding. I asked the doctor who admitted me Thursday morning if this could happen again, seeing as how this is my second episode of experiencing the same problem, and she said yes. She told me that I was well enough to go home.I tell you this private and personal story in hopes that if you find yourself experiencing these same symptoms, to contact your doctor immedoately, or to call 911 if it a serious case of vomiting blood so you can get help fast. This could save your life! Take care of yourself.

Mini Pouch for filling test tubes with blood f...

Mini Pouch for filling test tubes with blood for tests (Photo credit: Thirteen Of Clubs)


The day I met Robert F. Kennedy

2 Nov


English: Grave markers for Robert F. Kennedy i...

English: Grave markers for Robert F. Kennedy in Arlington National Cemetery in Arlington, Virginia. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)


Robert F. Kennedy appearing before Platform Co...

Robert F. Kennedy appearing before Platform Committee (Photo credit: Wikipedia)


The date was June 4, 1968. I was eleven years old.  Five of my friends and I decided to grab a basketball, and head over to Lincoln Elementary, in Santa Barbara, California where I grew up. We were on summer vacation. The basketball court was fenced in on the corner of Anacapa and Cota streets. About 15 minutes after we began our game, I noticed a black sedan pull up to the red light. Suddenly, a window went down, and a famous and familiar Boston accented voice said, ” Hey boys! How you doing?” “Fine”, we all responded, almost in unison. We all recognized that face and unmistakable smile as Robert Kennedys. He had spoken earlier in town, and was headed for the freeway. I asked him, ” Sir, would you like to join our game?” We had all stopped the game by now, and had gathered near the fence where his car was. He stared directly and me, then his gaze went to the basketball that I was holding.  For a moment, I actually thought that he was going to get out of the car, and join us. That smile soon turned to a frown, and he said, “I’d love to, but I’m headed to an engagement.” We all said goodbye  as the traffic light turned green, and his driver slowly accelerated.


Upon going home, I told my mother that I had actually spoken to Robert Kennedy, and that he almost joined us in our game. She was excited to hear the news. I watched that evening with my brother as Mr. Kennedy won the California primary for President of the United States. I became tired  as midnight approached, and told my brother that I was going to bed. He inquired wasn’t I going to wait for Kennedy to speak, and I told him that he could fill me in tomorrow morning with the details.


My brother woke up before me the next day, and immediately informed me of the news. Robert Kennedy, had been shot at the Ambassador Hotel in Los Angeles. I told him to quit kidding around, to which he gave me a look that I’ll  never forget. The seriousness of my brother’s voice and tone had told me that he that was hurting inside. I turned on the news on TV, and sadly, I remember all the major networks carrying the story of the Kennedy shooting. Hours later the news channels had changed their story from an assassination attempt to the murder of Robert F. Kennedy, who had lingered for 26 hours before dying from his wounds. I couldn’t believe it. Only the day before, I had actually spoken to this great man. Tears filled my eyes then and well as now. while I am typing this. He didn’t deserve to die. My thoughts went to his brother John, who was shot and killed in Dallas, some 5 years earlier. When I recall this story, I wonder if he had actually gotten out of his car, and played ball with us, would that have altered his schedule, and somehow kept him alive? But then again, a lone deranged 24-year-old Palestinian immigrant by the name of Sirhan B. Sirhan, also had an agenda, and sadly kept his and took the life of a great man. Robert Kennedy was only 43 when he died.  I also thought about what could have been. This man held the hopes of the nation who wanted to see him become President. But sadly it was not to be, and once again, the we went through the pain of seeing the Kennedy family having to bury one of their own again. I’m forever grateful for fate allowing me to speak with this man. And for our paths crossing, if only for a moment.


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