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I was blessed with my beautiful baby girl at 5:47 pm on New Year’s Eve 1988. She was, is, and continues to be one of God’s gifts 🎁 to me and the rest of the world.

ou with my entire soul, Kara. I am honored and blessed to be considered your mother.


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My middle child was born on February 29, 1984 (yes, Leap Day).  I know I’ve stated that in prior blogposts, but this year it’s particularly of import to me anyway, because he’d actually have a “real” birthday.  He was one of the select few with that special day as his birthday.  I remember it well also.  He was born by emergency C-section, but he was a beautiful full-term baby.  We didn’t know what awaited us though with his health.  As I’ve stated before, he died on May 30, 2001 from complications of Cystic Fibrosis (CF) a year after a successful double lung transplant at Stanford University in Palo Alto, CA.  The fact that he had CF was a 1 in 4 chance for each child his father and I conceived.  We didn’t know that we carried that gene at the time, because it couldn’t be tested in advance then and it had never appeared in our family.  However, our beautiful 1 in 4 child was born on a day that happens only every 1 in 4 years.  Anyway, he had Cystic Fibrosis, something children that can’t pronounce it have called “65 Roses” over the years.



February 2001






65 Roses

The Wolverines

When I was just a small child, mama and daddy came to me.

They sat me down and told me of the flowers my sister received,

65 roses in yellow and red, made her so tired she had to stay in bed.

I just couldn’t believe the flowers my sister received

Made it so hard for her to breathe.

Why does she have 65 roses,

Must be her birthday today?

She must have been good to get 65 roses!

Why can’t she come out to play?

65 roses of yellow and red made her so tired she had to stay in bed.

I looked all around, but I couldn’t find

The 65 roses were on my mind.

When I’d grown up, I see that the only one thinking of roses was me,

And the reason that the 65 roses came

Was because I was too young to understand the name.

65 roses!

Cystic Fibrosis made her so tired she had to stay in bed.

65 roses!

Cystic Fibrosis!

I wish she had roses instead.

65 roses!

Cystic Fibrosis!

I wish that she could come out to play.

Life, one supposes, is no bed of roses.

I wish she had roses instead.

I wish she had roses instead.

65 roses.

Cystic Fibrosis.






August 1993






This post isn’t about all of that though.  I had to mention it however, because I found the song so amazing.  Also, Cystic Fibrosis (65 roses) was part of his life.

This post, however, is mainly about how he lived his life, albeit a short one.  He experienced more and touched more than most people do by the time they die at 80, 90, or 100 years of age.  He endured more pain than most anyone I know, but he enjoyed life to the absolute fullest.  He used to tell me that he didn’t want people to forget him and that he didn’t want them to think he just existed in life but that he truly lived life.  He absolutely abhorred the term “passed away” when referring to someone that has died.

“Mom!  That’s so demeaning.  It doesn’t even sound like they really lived.  They merely existed in life, and then they passed away and through.  Maybe some people live life that way, but when I’m gone, I want people to remember that I lived and that I then died.  I didn’t just exist.  I LIVED!”

This is why this song by OneRepublic is so appropriate to dedicate to him, not only because they have it dedicated to a fan of theirs that has Cystic Fibrosis, but also because, in his own words …





Hope when you take that jump, you don’t fear the fall.

Hope when the water rises, you built a wall.

Hope when the crowd screams out, they’re screaming your name.

Hope if everybody runs, you choose to stay.

Hope that you fall in love, and it hurts so bad.

The only way you can know is give it all you have,

And I hope that you don’t suffer but take the pain.

Hope when the moment comes, you’ll say …

I did it all!

I did it all!

I owned every second that this world could give!

I saw so many places, the things that I did!

With every broken bone, I swear I lived!

Hope that you spend your days, but they all add up,

And when that sun goes down, hope you raise your cup!

Oh, I wish that I could witness all your joy and all your pain,

But until my moment comes, I’ll say:

I did it all!

I did it all!

I owned every second that this world could give!

I saw so many places, the things that I did!

With every broken bone, I swear I lived!

Oh with every broken bone, I swear I lived.

With every broken bone, I swear …

I did it all!

I did it all!

I owned every second that this world could give!

I saw so many places, the things that I did!

With every broken bone, I swear I lived life!

Oh I swear I lived!








February 2001






Ask his friends how he lived.  He lived it to the fullest.  Even at a camp held especially for transplant patients, he was all into the camp … and ended up with a broken bone in his ankle … but he lived … and he did it all.  He endured broken bones and a broken heart.  He experienced travelling to visit new places.  He never feared failing.  He owned every single solitary second that his God gave him, be it good or bad.  For that, he will forever be a role model and a hero to me.  If I could just be half as brave and daring as he was, I’ll know that I did life proud.

So on what would be his 8th “real birthday” … or the 32nd year since he was born … I’ll also offer this from one of Celine Dion’s hits … one of the ones that make me remember him so dearly, as he had said once that this made him think of me, how I worked to get the health care he deserved, and how he wanted to dedicate it to me.  That made me cry, because, in my mind, it better describes what he and both of his siblings did (and continue to do) for me.  I am now who I am … because all 3 of my children loved me.



Because You Loved Me

​​​​-as written by Diane Warren

​​​​-as sung by Celine Dion

For all those times you stood by me,

For all the truth that you made me see,

For all the joy you brought to my life,

For all the wrong that you made right,

For every dream you made come true,

For all the love I found in you,

I’ll be forever thankful, baby.

You’re the one who held me up,

Never let me fall.

You’re the one who saw me through it all.

You were my strength when I was weak.

You were my voice when I couldn’t speak.

You were my eyes when I couldn’t see.

You saw the best there was in me,

Lifted me up when I couldn’t reach.

You gave me faith ‘cuz you believed.

I’m everything I am,

Because you loved me.

You gave me wings and made me fly.

You touched my hand. I could touch the sky.

I lost my faith. You gave it back to me.

You said no star was out of reach.

You stood by me and I stood tall.

I had your love.

I had it all.

I’m grateful for each day you gave me.

Maybe I don’t know that much,

But I know this much is true:

I was blessed, because I was loved by you

You were my strength when I was weak

You were my voice when I couldn’t speak

You were my eyes when I couldn’t see

You saw the best there was in me

Lifted me up when I couldn’t reach

You gave me faith ‘cuz you believed

I’m everything I am

Because you loved me

You were always there for me,

The tender wind that carried me,

A light in the dark, shining your love into my life.

You’ve been my inspiration.

Through the lies, you were the truth.

My world is a better place because of you.

You were my strength when I was weak.

You were my voice when I couldn’t speak.

You were my eyes when I couldn’t see.

You saw the best there was in me.

Lifted me up when I couldn’t reach,

You gave me faith ‘cuz you believed.

I’m everything I am,

Because you loved me.

I’m everything I am,

Because you loved me.






Happy birthday, Keegan!  I love you forever and always!





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It’s been a while since I’ve posted one of my family recipes, but, since I had a friend recently ask me for a copy of my turkey stuffing recipe, I figured I might as well share it here too.  That way he can just get it this way … and I can pay homage to the generations before me that stuffed and roasted a turkey this way.  I don’t know how far back it went, but I know that my great-grandmother, my grandmother, and my mother all made turkey stuffing the same way.  I imagine that it went further back than that, but that’s as far as I know for sure.


My only issue with providing this recipe is trying to create it in writing so that someone else can follow it.  I tried very hard to measure what I do; however, since I do it with my hands by feel and by measuring it “until it looks right” … like my maternal ancestors did … it is as exact as I could make it.  I used to watch my mother do it when I was little, but I never really knew precisely what to do until I was newly married to my first husband.  We had moved to the Chicago area and were unable to go “home” to California for Thanksgiving.  This was way before the internet and texting and email … and back when telephone calls across country cost an arm and a leg, so I wrote her a letter (you know about those, I hope … you know … with paper and a pen) and asked her how to make the stuffing.  She wrote back a wonderful long letter where even she said she had trouble trying to come up with exactly what she did, but I could follow it because I understand her terms and her measurements.  People outside of our family probably won’t.  I kept that letter for years until it disappeared in one of my moves.  I wish I still had it.  It’s full of history.


Anyway, I wrote what I do on 3 X 5 index cards a while back and I still use those to remind me of certain things to do.  I can’t just type it as I wrote it, though, because most people won’t know what I mean by a “glug” of this, a “handful” of that, “count to 3 while you pour” or “pour till it seems right”.  I somewhat measured this year when I made my Thanksgiving turkey and stuffing so that I could give it to him as well as put it in my blog.  I was so busy though, pictures never were taken … but … suffice it to say that everyone raved over my 22 ¼ pound turkey and stuffing.  Maybe next time I do it, I’ll remember to take a picture … or … better yet … I’ll get Roy to take pictures … and I’ll attach it to this post.  I generally can’t take pictures, because I cook with my hands so I’m generally too messy to be fooling around with a camera.  Besides … Roy absolutely loves my turkey stuffing … so I’ll put him in charge next time.


So … after that long and involved “story” … here to follow is “Big Gramma’s Cornbread and Sausage Stuffing”.  Is it fattening?  Of course it is, but isn’t good old-fashioned tasty food generally fattening?  As long as any food is eaten in moderation, it’s all good … unless there is a health issue that prevents certain things from being eaten.  Just know that this is good old-fashioned American comfort food at its best.  I’ll just end with this … if something doesn’t make sense in my recipe, feel free to ask in the comments.  I’ll answer as best I can.  It really is fairly easy and isn’t as hard as it may first look.  That’s why I like it so much … because it is so easy … and tasty.




Big Gramma’s Corn Bread and Sausage Stuffing


  • 1 batch of cornbread
  • 1 turkey
  • 1 bunch of celery
  • 1 bunch of parsley
  • 2 yellow onions
  • 3 sticks of butter
  • 1 lb of pork sausage
  • 2 heaping tbsp baking powder
  • 2-3 large eggs or 3-4 medium eggs
  • salt
  • pepper
  • sage
  • 1 clean rag/cloth (not of towel/terry cloth material) that you won’t want after the fact as it will be thrown out


  1. Make a large pan of cornbread (the dish I use is 10 X 10) a day or two (up to about a week) early and leave out to get dry/stale.
  2. The day before you’ll be roasting the turkey, remove the gizzard, liver, heart, neck, etc from the turkey, rinse the turkey cavities well, and boil the innards.
  3. Put the turkey into a covered roasting pan and put it in the refrigerator until the next day.
  4. Boil the innards for several hours until they are well cooked.
  5. Drain the water and remove the scum. If you want to use the innards, chop up whatever is wanted and then either discard the remainder or give it to the dog and/or cat. (Personally, I only use the meat that’s on the neck and then feed the remainder to our dog.)
  6. Add water to cover the meat (including whatever innards you may like).
  7. Add celery tops (with leaves) from one bunch of celery (save the remainder of the celery bunch for later), a bunch of parsley, 1 tsp salt, ¼ tsp pepper, and 1 tsp sage to the water and meat items.
  8. Simmer until very tender.
  9. Reserve all of the liquid and celery/parsley/meat mixture.
  10. Chop up the remainder of the celery as well as the two onions.
  11. Sauté the onions and celery in a stick of butter until tender and transparent.
  12. In a large bowl or stock pot, break up cornbread into bite size chunks.
  13. Add 1 lb of uncooked bulk pork sausage to the cornbread.
  14. Add 2 heaping tbsp of baking powder, 1 tbsp salt, 1 tsp pepper, and 1-2 tbsp sage to the cornbread.
  15. Whip 2-3 large eggs or 3-4 medium eggs with a fork until yellow and slightly foamy.
  16. Add the eggs, sautéed onions/celery mixture, and celery tops/parsley/meat mixture to the broken up cornbread.
  17. Mix together lightly so that it’s well blended but still in somewhat of a chunky form. I use my hands so that it doesn’t get too broken up and mealy but is blended well.
  18. Moisten with water from boiling the innards/celery tops/parsley but don’t pour in too much. You want it to stick together but not have it too gummy.
  19. The leftover fluids from boiling the innards/celery tops/parsley should be poured into the roasting pan as basting juices for the turkey during its roasting time.
  20. About 10 minutes before you put the turkey in the oven, preheat it to 450.
  21. Just before stuffing the body and neck cavity, use your hands and rub salt & pepper inside.
  22. Stuff the body and neck cavity lightly. Don’t pack it too tightly or the turkey will split while baking.
  23. Sew or skewer the turkey body and neck cavity closed.
  24. Put the remainder of the stuffing that you mixed up into a casserole dish and bake it for about an hour. Baste some of the turkey drippings into it either as it cooks, after it cooks, or both.
  25. Rub a stick of butter on the skin and legs of the turkey.
  26. Melt a stick of butter and saturate an old clean rag with the butter.
  27. Cover the turkey with the cloth.
  28. Put the turkey pan on the rack in the oven and close the oven door.
  29. Immediately turn the oven down to 350 (or 325 for larger turkeys).
  30. Baste the turkey off and on throughout the baking time right over the cloth as it roasts.
  31. When the turkey is done, remove the roasting pan from the oven.
  32. Remove the cloth very carefully so as not to peel off the skin. It’s easiest to dampen the cloth with basting juices as you slowly and gently pull back on the cloth to release it from the turkey.
  33. You will have a golden brown turkey.
  34. Let the turkey rest for at least 1 hour before carving.







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… are stupid.

I don’t do them.

If I’m going to do something like get in better shape or lose weight like I did a few years ago, I’m going to decide what time is best for me instead of being one of the sheeple that go along with the crowd and make resolutions they won’t keep.


I think for myself and I decide for myself. To me, it’s more important to be me than to bow to societal pressure.


I am quite confident in who I am.


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On this Christmas Eve, 2014, 13½ years since you died, I miss you as much if not more than ever. I wish you were here to help your brother. I wish you were here to see how wonderfully your baby sister is doing. I wish you could have met your sister’s husband, Alex. You’d have hit it off well with him, I’m quite sure. I wish you were here to have met Roy. You’d have both teased and harassed each other mercilessly. I wish you were here to have enjoyed Placerville like I do. I wish you were here to have gone to college like you wanted to do. I wish you were here to have had your own life work and calling, your own children if you so chose, your own life. I wish you were here to see that I have done ok with myself.

I miss you, Keegan. Whoever said “time heals” was wrong. Perhaps it gets different but it never truly heals. I’ve said before that it’s like losing an arm or a leg. Part of me is missing. I have learned to get by without it, but I’m still without and I still want it as part of who I am and it still gives me pain that it’s not there.

I’m just writing this to tell you as you watch me and visit me spiritually (and I can sense you around), that I still love you with all of my heart. You are forever one of my babies and forever in my heart. I was blessed to have you in my life physically for the 17 years I did. I just wish it were longer.

This year I will be enjoying a “Christmas Buffet” with friends at Smith Flat House. You’d have liked where we are going and with whom we will be. I know you will visit Roy and me in spirit as we both sense you around often already and you will also travel to visit your brother and your sister and her wonderful husband where they are on this Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. I wish we could all be together, but life goes on and changes with time. Celebrate in Heaven! We’ll all be with you again in the future.

Each and every person that knows you … whether they knew you in this life physically or just spiritually or both … misses you.

Merry Christmas, Keegan.


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Memorial Day is a day to remember those servicemen and servicewomen that gave their ultimate all by dying for our country. My friend, Shawna, lost her son, PFC Ryan Hill, in 2007 due to this. I honor her, him , and all of those men and women who died for their country.

Charlie Company … this is for you and all those like you.



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It’s been a long week … and it’s Valentine’s Day, which in and of itself is a dumb day … and I have to work not only tomorrow (Saturday) but also Sunday. So … since this is Friday and Valentine’s Day … here is my plan … because this is what will happen when I get home tonight … no matter what time I get there.



Carry on, all … and have a great Valentine’s Day, if that’s what you do.

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I’m not a big fan of Valentine’s Day, mainly because it’s a made-up day where everyone is supposed to suddenly be all lovey-dovey for that one day but ignore showing love other days. I believe in showing it to the people you love throughout the year and no matter what is happening around you, even when your entire world is crashing down around you, because if you have people who love you and that you love, nothing else really matters.

So, in that vein, I offer this to Roy …



Here goes another day,

A hug and a kiss

And we’re on our way

A cup of coffee for the road.

Baby, I can’t wait to get back home!

We juggle all our hopes and dreams

With a million responsibilities

Now and then we drop the ball

We lean sometimes but we never fall

Look at me!

Look at you!

Look at all that we’ve been through

With a lot of love and a little luck.

So far it’s been so good.

Cross your fingers, knock on wood, and pray,

And, if it helps, go and throw a dollar in the wishing well.

It ain’t always laughs and smiles,

But the carousel just ain’t our style.

The roller coaster suits us fine.

Boy, the ups and downs, livin’ up the ride!

Look at me!

Look at you!

Look at all that we’ve been through

With a lot of love and a little luck.

So far it’s been so good.

Cross your fingers, knock on wood, and pray.

Oh, and, if it helps, go and throw a dollar in the wishing well!

Oh, let a hundred pennies fall,

Splash and send up all our dreams to heaven!

Oh, oh, look at me!

Look at you!

Look at all that we’ve been through

With a lot of love and a little luck.

So far it’s been so good!

Cross your fingers, knock on wood and pray!

Oh, and if it helps, throw a dollar in the wishing,

Throw another dollar in the wishing,

Throw a dollar in the wishing well!

Oh, oh, in the wishing well!

Wishing Well

JoDee Messina


Meant To Be

There are all sorts of issues that should have torn us apart, yet here we still stand. We were definitely meant to be.

Carry on, all. Enjoy your “Valentine’s Day” if that’s what you do.

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There aren’t a lot of Thanksgiving songs out there, you know.  This is an absolute classic, however, and Roy & I have made it a “family tradition” to play it every Thanksgiving.  It just wouldn’t be the same without a little bit of Arlo Guthrie.





                                                             Arlo Guthrie


This song is called Alice’s Restaurant, and it’s about Alice, and the 

Restaurant, but Alice’s Restaurant is not the name of the restaurant, 

That’s just the name of the song, and that’s why I called the song Alice’s Restaurant. 

You can get anything you want at Alice’s Restaurant 

You can get anything you want at Alice’s Restaurant 

Walk right in it’s around the back 

Just a half a mile from the railroad track 

You can get anything you want at Alice’s Restaurant 

Now it all started two Thanksgivings ago, was on – two years ago on 

Thanksgiving, when my friend and I went up to visit Alice at the 

Restaurant, but Alice doesn’t live in the restaurant, she lives in the 

Church nearby the restaurant, in the bell-tower, with her husband Ray and 

Fasha the dog. And livin’ in the bell tower like that, they got a lot of 

Room downstairs where the pews used to be in. Havin’ all that room, 

Seein’ as how they took out all the pews, they decided that they didn’t 

Have to take out their garbage for a long time. 

We got up there, we found all the garbage in there, and we decided it’d be 

A friendly gesture for us to take the garbage down to the city dump. So 

We took the half a ton of garbage, put it in the back of a red VW 

Microbus, took shovels and rakes and implements of destruction and headed 

On toward the city dump. 

Well we got there and there was a big sign and a chain across across the 

Dump saying, “Closed on Thanksgiving.” And we had never heard of a dump 

Closed on Thanksgiving before, and with tears in our eyes we drove off 

Into the sunset looking for another place to put the garbage. 

We didn’t find one. Until we came to a side road, and off the side of the 

Side road there was another fifteen foot cliff and at the bottom of the 

Cliff there was another pile of garbage. And we decided that one big pile

Is better than two little piles, and rather than bring that one up we 

Decided to throw our’s down. 

That’s what we did, and drove back to the church, had a thanksgiving 

Dinner that couldn’t be beat, went to sleep and didn’t get up until the 

Next morning, when we got a phone call from officer Obie. He said, “Kid, 

We found your name on an envelope at the bottom of a half a ton of 

Garbage, and just wanted to know if you had any information about it.” And 

I said, “Yes, sir, Officer Obie, I cannot tell a lie, I put that envelope 

Under that garbage.” 

After speaking to Obie for about fourty-five minutes on the telephone we

Finally arrived at the truth of the matter and said that we had to go down 

And pick up the garbage, and also had to go down and speak to him at the 

Police officer’s station. So we got in the red VW microbus with the 

Shovels and rakes and implements of destruction and headed on toward the 

Police officer’s station. 

Now friends, there was only one or two things that Obie coulda done at 

The police station, and the first was he could have given us a medal for 

Being so brave and honest on the telephone, which wasn’t very likely, and 

We didn’t expect it, and the other thing was he could have bawled us out 

And told us never to be seen driving garbage around the vicinity again, 

Which is what we expected, but when we got to the police officer’s station 

There was a third possibility that we hadn’t even counted upon, and we was 

Both immediately arrested. Handcuffed. And I said “Obie, I don’t think I 

Can pick up the garbage with these handcuffs on.” He said, “Shut up, kid. 

Get in the back of the patrol car.” 

And that’s what we did, sat in the back of the patrol car and drove to the 

Quote Scene of the Crime unquote. I want tell you about the town of 

Stockbridge, Massachusets, where this happened here, they got three stop 

Signs, two police officers, and one police car, but when we got to the 

Scene of the Crime there was five police officers and three police cars, 

Being the biggest crime of the last fifty years, and everybody wanted to 

Get in the newspaper story about it. And they was using up all kinds of 

Cop equipment that they had hanging around the police officer’s station. 

They was taking plaster tire tracks, foot prints, dog smelling prints, and 

They took twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy photographs with circles 

And arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one explaining what each 

One was to be used as evidence against us. Took pictures of the approach, 

The getaway, the northwest corner the southwest corner and that’s not to 

Mention the aerial photography. 

After the ordeal, we went back to the jail. Obie said he was going to put 

Us in the cell. Said, “Kid, I’m going to put you in the cell, I want your 

Wallet and your belt.” And I said, “Obie, I can understand you wanting my 

Wallet so I don’t have any money to spend in the cell, but what do you 

Want my belt for?” And he said, “Kid, we don’t want any hangings.” I 

Said, “Obie, did you think I was going to hang myself for littering?” 

Obie said he was making sure, and friends Obie was, cause he took out the 

Toilet seat so I couldn’t hit myself over the head and drown, and he took 

Out the toilet paper so I couldn’t bend the bars roll out the – roll the 

Toilet paper out the window, slide down the roll and have an escape. Obie 

Was making sure, and it was about four or five hours later that Alice 

(remember Alice? It’s a song about Alice), Alice came by and with a few

Nasty words to Obie on the side, bailed us out of jail, and we went back 

To the church, had a another thanksgiving dinner that couldn’t be beat, 

And didn’t get up until the next morning, when we all had to go to court. 

We walked in, sat down, Obie came in with the twenty seven eight-by-ten 

Colour glossy pictures with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back 

Of each one, sat down. Man came in said, “All rise.” We all stood up, 

And Obie stood up with the twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy 

Pictures, and the judge walked in sat down with a seeing eye dog, and he

Sat down, we sat down. Obie looked at the seeing eye dog, and then at the 

Twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with circles and arrows

And a paragraph on the back of each one, and looked at the seeing eye dog. 

And then at twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with circles

And arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one and began to cry, 

’cause Obie came to the realization that it was a typical case of American

Blind justice, and there wasn’t nothing he could do about it, and the 

Judge wasn’t going to look at the twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy 

Pictures with the circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each 

One explaining what each one was to be used as evidence against us. And 

We was fined $50 and had to pick up the garbage in the snow, but that’s not 

What I came to tell you about. 

Came to talk about the draft. 

They got a building down New York City, it’s called Whitehall Street, 

Where you walk in, you get injected, inspected, detected, infected, 

Neglected and selected. I went down to get my physical examination one

Day, and I walked in, I sat down, got good and drunk the night before, so

I looked and felt my best when I went in that morning. `Cause I wanted to 

Look like the all-American kid from New York City, man I wanted, I wanted 

To feel like the all-, I wanted to be the all American kid from New York,

And I walked in, sat down, I was hung down, brung down, hung up, and all 

Kinds o’ mean nasty ugly things. And I waked in and sat down and they gave 

Me a piece of paper, said, “Kid, see the phsychiatrist, room 604.” 

And I went up there, I said, “Shrink, I want to kill. I mean, I wanna, I 

Wanna kill. Kill. I wanna, I wanna see, I wanna see blood and gore and 

Guts and veins in my teeth. Eat dead burnt bodies. I mean kill, Kill, 

KILL, KILL.” And I started jumpin up and down yelling, “KILL, KILL,” and 

He started jumpin up and down with me and we was both jumping up and down 

Yelling, “KILL, KILL.” And the sargent came over, pinned a medal on me, 

Sent me down the hall, said, “You’re our boy.” 

Didn’t feel too good about it. 

Proceeded on down the hall gettin more injections, inspections, 

Detections, neglections and all kinds of stuff that they was doin’ to me 

At the thing there, and I was there for two hours, three hours, four 

Hours, I was there for a long time going through all kinds of mean nasty 

Ugly things and I was just having a tough time there, and they was 

Inspecting, injecting every single part of me, and they was leaving no 

Part untouched. Proceeded through, and when I finally came to the see the 

Last man, I walked in, walked in sat down after a whole big thing there, 

And I walked up and said, “What do you want?” He said, “Kid, we only got 

One question. Have you ever been arrested?” 

And I proceeded to tell him the story of the Alice’s Restaurant Massacre,

With full orchestration and five part harmony and stuff like that and all 

The phenome… – and he stopped me right there and said, “Kid, did you ever 

Go to court?” 

And I proceeded to tell him the story of the twenty seven eight-by-ten 

Colour glossy pictures with the circles and arrows and the paragraph on 

The back of each one, and he stopped me right there and said, “Kid, I want 

You to go and sit down on that bench that says Group W …. NOW kid!!”

And I, I walked over to the, to the bench there, and there is, Group W’s 

Where they put you if you may not be moral enough to join the army after 

Committing your special crime, and there was all kinds of mean nasty ugly 

Looking people on the bench there. Mother rapers. Father stabbers. Father 

Rapers! Father rapers sitting right there on the bench next to me! And 

They was mean and nasty and ugly and horrible crime-type guys sitting on the 

Bench next to me. And the meanest, ugliest, nastiest one, the meanest 

Father raper of them all, was coming over to me and he was mean ‘n’ ugly 

‘n’ nasty ‘n’ horrible and all kind of things and he sat down next to me 

And said, “Kid, whad’ya get?” I said, “I didn’t get nothing, I had to pay 

$50 and pick up the garbage.” He said, “What were you arrested for, kid?” 

And I said, “Littering.” And they all moved away from me on the bench 

There, and the hairy eyeball and all kinds of mean nasty things, till I 

Said, “And creating a nuisance.” And they all came back, shook my hand, 

And we had a great time on the bench, talkin about crime, mother stabbing, 

Father raping, all kinds of groovy things that we was talking about on the

Bench. And everything was fine, we was smoking cigarettes and all kinds of 

Things, until the Sargeant came over, had some paper in his hand, held it

Up and said. 

“Kids, this-piece-of-paper’s-got-47-words-37-sentences-58-words-we-wanna- 



Officer’s-name-and-any-other-kind-of-thing-you-gotta-say”, and talked for 

Forty-five minutes and nobody understood a word that he said, but we had 

Fun filling out the forms and playing with the pencils on the bench there,

And I filled out the massacre with the four part harmony, and wrote it 

Down there, just like it was, and everything was fine and I put down the 

Pencil, and I turned over the piece of paper, and there, there on the 

Other side, in the middle of the other side, away from everything else on 

The other side, in parentheses, capital letters, quotated, read the 

Following words: 


I went over to the sargent, said, “Sargeant, you got a lot a damn gall to 

Ask me if I’ve rehabilitated myself, I mean, I mean, I mean that just, I’m 

Sittin’ here on the bench, I mean I’m sittin here on the Group W bench 

’cause you want to know if I’m moral enough join the army, burn women, 

Kids, houses and villages after bein’ a litterbug.” He looked at me and 

Said, “Kid, we don’t like your kind, and we’re gonna send you fingerprints 

Off to Washington.” 

And friends, somewhere in Washington enshrined in some little folder, is a 

Study in black and white of my fingerprints. And the only reason I’m 

Singing you this song now is cause you may know somebody in a similar 

Situation, or you may be in a similar situation, and if your in a 

Situation like that there’s only one thing you can do and that’s walk into 

The shrink wherever you are ,just walk in say “Shrink, You can get 

Anything you want, at Alice’s restaurant.”. And walk out. You know, if 

One person, just one person does it they may think he’s really sick and 

They won’t take him. And if two people, two people do it, in harmony, 

They may think they’re both faggots and they won’t take either of them. 

And three people do it, three, can you imagine, three people walking in 

Singin a bar of Alice’s Restaurant and walking out. They may think it’s an 

Organization. And can you, can you imagine fifty people a day,I said 

Fifty people a day walking in singin a bar of Alice’s Restaurant and 

Walking out. And friends they may thinks it’s a movement. 

And that’s what it is , the Alice’s Restaurant Anti-Massacre Movement, and 

All you got to do to join is sing it the next time it come’s around on the Guitar. 

With feeling. So we’ll wait for it to come around on the guitar, here and 

Sing it when it does. Here it comes. 

You can get anything you want, at Alice’s Restaurant 

You can get anything you want, at Alice’s Restaurant 

Walk right in it’s around the back 

Just a half a mile from the railroad track 

You can get anything you want, at Alice’s Restaurant 

That was horrible. If you want to end war and stuff you got to sing loud. 

I’ve been singing this song now for twenty five minutes. I could sing it 

For another twenty five minutes. I’m not proud… or tired. 

So we’ll wait till it comes around again, and this time with four part Harmony and feeling. 

We’re just waitin’ for it to come around is what we’re doing. 

All right now. 

You can get anything you want, at Alice’s Restaurant 

Excepting Alice 

You can get anything you want, at Alice’s Restaurant 

Walk right in it’s around the back 

Just a half a mile from the railroad track 

You can get anything you want, at Alice’s Restaurant 

Da da da da da da da dum 

At Alice’s Restaurant











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In more ways than one … I learned this from my mommy …


drive a stick


She taught me to drive a stick shift automobile when I first got my Learners Permit and Driver License at 15/16 years old. 


She also taught me that when someone … ANYONE … tries to break my wings metaphorically and not allow me to fly … that I should pull out my “stick” … and go after them … be it at work … at home … or in politics (pay close attention, BO, BO’s thugs and cronies, and Congress).


Believe me here too … when I was a kid … or even now when she’s 85 years old … she can still drive that “stick” with the best of them and come after me … and anyone that tries to cross her.


… just ask Roy …


breaks our wings


So am I.

I am flexible like that too.

I learned from The Master.



Happy Halloween, all …


… I love you, Mama … put your broom back in the closet now …







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