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 Random Post..... 

Since I was up checking on my state retirement account checking on my tax status,  That's one good thing about having a La state retirement, . you don't pay state income taxes...  every penny counts you know.

Im not sure what possessed me to buy that big black truck out there. . maybe  its as just pure "wants".. or a feeling I needed to get back to driving a truck.. anywho... I am thinking about after next year of selling it to some high paid oil field worker, who's in his early 30s who wants a Big Black Truck...  realizing that I don't travel over 200 miles in any direction these days, I was thinking of a Tesla Truck....  but maybe I just need to to to Denver and look at the World Wide Vintage Auto Store and purchase me a Vintage Truck. 

Anywho.. this is a Random Post and I am rambling for sure....  

There is a time .... a Moment in Life that says.... Go !!!

 I was reading an article in the WSJ this morning written by Kimberly A. Strasser of the WSJ, which questions if President Biden is too old to to be elected for one more term.

I have rarely expressed my political opinions openly in this blog. . I have tongue in cheek expressed them in latent terms however in this blog.

Whether Biden is too old is a personal decision for him and this country to make through the election process.  

However, being in Public Life for 47 years, gives me a perspective that most folks don't have, nor will acquire in their lifetimes.  

What I am seeing now, in this country is the Older Established Politician not realizing that it's Time to Go. Go to the House... It took me some time to realize that, with my own self.   I should have went to the House three years ago... I would have been better off, in many ways.....

Hanging on to Power is not a good thing, it is destructive .. in so many forms and ways,  Look how the politicians of  days gone by,   The Elder Statesmen of the late 1950s and 60s, who fought for their causes faded away as Gentlemen, knowing that Young Turks, that they had groomed would stand in their place.

What has happened is our Elder Statesmen of the Present Day, have not groomed their proteges, not given any thought to succession planning  for their own beliefs.. they on the other hand do Not want to give up that Power........

Ladies and Gentlemen,

Power Corrupts and Absolute Power Corrupts Absolutely 

Go to the House .. its Refreshing ....

Tis Friday Morning Early Early

 As I couldn't sleep the heat is such that even 12:24AM . the outside temps are well within the high 80s.

Today the high is projected to be 107 degrees with 88% humidity ....... walk outside go to the truck and you are drenched in sweat.  All with no rain in sight ....  

You can't entertain on the front porch ... it's sweltering ...... 

So, I am reading blogs at midnight checking new blogs.etc... 

should I belabor the point, whine like a kid school girl... but Whine just the same..... ITs Fucking Hot

 The Heat index at 3 pm yesterday was 112 degrees.... with no relief in sight..  

Fucking Hot... walk to the truck and your dripping wet.. 

 Sure I am bitching whining like a lil school girl who had her Pop-sycle stolen by the play yard bully......

 Let me catch that bastard, .... maybe if I skull dragged him down a cell block . his hollering would envoke the Rain Gods to release us some water 

Too Much . How did this happen....

 Too Much Art.... As I have begun. to settle in on Marye Street, It has become so very clear to me that I have too Much Art for my walls...  besides my Own  photography, which I love very much, because each photograph has a story; collected a fairly large collection of Louisiana, Regional, board base artists.

 Due to some have truly increased in value of the years.  Here is a partial list

Michael Elliot Smith

Hunt Slomen

Marshall Noice (which by the way as influenced my t he late Ansel Adams)

Mark White

Erica Turlien 

S Mark Thompson 

Scott Wofford 

Wiliam Dennison 

Fonville Winans

Chet Fruge'

Besides many not so notable artists which include makers of Wooden Bowls. many black and white photographers, etc.

My children are not interested actually, they have the family archives to pull from at my Grandmother's home on the Farm...

So, I have donated three artists who are regional to a local charity to sell in their auctions when they do charity events for fund raisers.

I have two I am going to place on the market and have contacted several galleries, who has advised me to sale to private individuals and don't though the gallery system...  The Hunt Slonem, two Mark Whites.

These happen to be in the four figure category.  I am donating in my name to our local Museum several regional artists, so in my passing they can say it came from the collection of Thompson..

I am working a a series of local photographs of area buildings historic and new which showcase our region.

I am going to display them in two local law firms here.   But I believe the plan will be to do as I have said sell a few, donate a many,  clear the walls and concentrate on some new collections... boat paddles made of cypress circa before 1900.

Here Again

 Its the Dovato.. its messing with my time of sleeping, which is not uncommon actually.. however, certainly has given me several early morning times to reflect and check my self ... also, this morning I was looking for the lens to my eyeglasses.. I noticed yesterday things were a lil bit fuzzy, the left lens had fallen out.....again.... such a pain in the ass to go find it . hope I do... anyway.. I was checking in the clothes closet and found my Gift I brought my self doing my stay over the years in Santa Fe. From purchasing the art I have to two exquisite handmade rings... both made by Jerry N. Platero, who at the time for a noted Silver Smith in the WindRock Reservation are . and he sold through a gallery in Santa Fe. 

Hide this ring from my self in a coat pocket. found...  Jery N. Platero comes from an amazing family of Jewelry markers.. all infdivuals and they unique styles and techniques.

My Ring was designed to be used to wear on my left hand and on my lil finger....  It's a Turtle sitting on top of the World, with sections touching the outer rim of space...   as told to me by the person who representers Mr.. Plateroand this was some years ago, like 2006 of so.

Here is my little finger ring or my left hand.. as designed my Jerry N Platero.

I think I am going to wear it more. I haven't in years passed, but it might be time to bring it out. Jerry said it shows my strong nature of independence and Forward Thought.  

I'm sitting Here Pondering a Conversation

 Late yesterday, in the 4pm Heat, with the humidity at 81%. This Blue Dodge Charger pulls up to my house.... I walk to the street, engulfed already with sweat dripping down my forehead.. it was like I was standing in a sauna ...  the walk with from my back yard to the street.. a mire 165 feet,,, 

There in thi Electric Blue 2022 Dodge Charger with a Pac Emblem on the side, and the hum of almost 600 horses . sat This Woman... her Presence was Commanding ... she beckoned me to the car as she lower the window, the cold air hit me in the face.. relief...  not so easy Thompson..... then she bellowed Out....

Where is He..... I had never met this Lady. but the Car matched her personality for sure.....  

I knew from that moment that She Was in Command of the Conversation  .. Totally...

Where is HE ????? The Questions was Ask again in a Stern but Polite Southern Way... 

I know exactly who This Lady in the 2022 Electric Blue Charger Was... it was MH's Momma.... 

She was searching for him... I said in an affirming voice... He's not here, He had to leave, I told him to leave and I deposited him on Jill Drive in south of Town.... 

The Conversation lasted 40 or so Minutes...  I said very lil excpect for the facts that MH needs immediate help... that he is using again... Thats why he can't stay here.... I won't ply my readers with any of the details.... it's truly personal. But  He can't use here Period..!!

I listened to this Lady...heard her voice crack with emotion, I heard her voice Strained with anger, with frustration .. and With Love of a Son that she is loosing to drugs....  

 The Lady was out looking for him,  I was upfront an honest about the reasons he couldn't stay here.. that he can not come back... 

At 414AM  I am still reliving the Lady's Conversation with me.. still pondering where MH is . with this heat... and how he uses the drugs. he might be dead in some flea bag hotel down in the Lower Country..  

My mind will Remember the Conversation with the Lady in the Electric Blue Dodge Charger with 20inch chrome rims glistening in the heat of August. On this  Red Brick Street named  ....Marye Street.   .. 

....I only Hope she found him.... He's Lost ...For Ever, I Believe....Knowing ALL of  his struggles for the last six years of this  31year old,, decorated US. Army Man...