Monday, June 15, 2009

I'm Falling For You!

Haven't we all said that at least once when we met someone who made our little heart go all a flutter (smile)!

The first time I fell for someone and had a serious crush was when I was fourteen years old. Yes, I know, you had a girlfriend when you were six, so what? Not just any Tom, Dick or Harry catches my fancy. I am particular.

His name was George. He was tall, over six feet, and had dark, wavy hair. And nice? He was just the nicest guy you'd ever want to meet.

How did I meet George? He owned an ice cream truck and his route was my subdivision.

The first time I saw him the love bug bit me. Every day I bought a blue Popsicle so I could talk to him. And talk we did. A lot. He'd park his truck in front of my house and we'd chat for an hour or so each day. He'd sit on the running board of his truck and I'd sit on the curb.

That was a difficult summer for me. My mother became ill and had to be hospitalized for several weeks. Neither one of my parents ever explained to me what was wrong with her. The way they both always looked so sad I thought she was going to die. George, bless his heart, when I cried to him about it, explained in English what was troubling my mother and how no one died from it.

It wasn't just a one-way friendship with George doing everything. No siree bob! One day he showed up late and was all scuffed up. Turned out half a dozen other ice cream truck drivers (from a national chain) confronted him, kicked his ass, and told him to get his independent truck up out of their area.

I was furious and, without George's blessing or knowledge, went door to door in my subdivision, ringing hundreds of doorbells, explaining what had happened to him and asking that they boycott the national chain truck.

My parents about had a stroke when they heard about it (smile). But the folks in our subdivision, all blue collar working class for the most part, could appreciate being sqwoze out by the big boys and nobody bought their ice cream that summer! And they'd come out when they heard the national chain truck go by and heckle them (smile).

The other thing my parents weren't crazy about was George's age. He wasn't 16. Not that it would have mattered; I wasn't permitted to have a boyfriend at 14. But George was a full-grown man. He was 25. And I was in love.

For his part, George never made a move on me, never acted in any way improper towards me. He knew I was crazy about him; I wore my heart on my sleeve that whole summer. I also wrote him a poem, Ode To An Ice Cream Man, was its title. I wish I still had a copy. It was pretty good.

And I repeatedly asked him to please wait for me to grow up. I was 14, he was 25. I used to tell him just give me four years, I'll be out of high school in four years and then we can date.

But you know how that stuff goes. George, at 25, knew even at 18 it would be too big of an age difference. So the end of that summer was the last time I ever saw him.

But here it is years later and I haven't forgotten him.

So what prompted me to tell you all this? Well, Tallulah sent me some gorgeous photos of a little no-name falls near her home in Marquette. Falls--get it (smile)?!

Here are the photos. Hope you like them as much as I did.










Be good and be careful, take care, stay strong.


Hugs, Tawny
www.tawnyford.com

Saturday, June 06, 2009

Their New Baby!

HSM and ABM and their four children have a new addition to their family. Her name is Brodie and she's eleven weeks old. Here is a photo of her when she was much younger and able to fit in her water dish:




And no, she doesn't have blue eyes. That's just how the picture turned out.

Here is a photo of her as she looks now:




She is a full-blooded pit bull. She came with papers and a much fancier name than Brodie, but they aren't interested in registering her. They're not going to show or breed her. They're just going to love her.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, pit bulls blah, blah, blah. They aren't born dangerous. They're taught to be killers, not born that way.

Brodie is just the cutest little thing! Every time I see her it's all I can do not to hide her under my coat and dognap her (smile).

Be good and be careful, take care, stay strong.


Hugs, Tawny
www.tawnyford.com

Thursday, June 04, 2009

One Step At A Time

I 'stole' the title of this blog entry from the Cheryl Wheeler song by the same name. Considering how things have been going here in my personal life, and my friends and family's lives, as well as the way the world is doing, One Step At A Time seems to be the wisest game plan around.

Here are the song lyrics:


I'm all right, I'll get by
Hold my own, tell you why
Hard times come, hard times go
We're still here, high or low

I'm gonna take one step at a time
Gonna keep walking, walking, walking
Everything gonna be fine, I know it will

Next time try the knob before you break my door down
Before you deal me such a clumsy blow
I could build a wall with all this faith you tore down
If I could see where all the pieces go

Some days roll like a beautiful sea
Till the light comes down through the moon lit trees
Maybe we'll win, maybe we won't
Some days fly, some days don't


Yesterday, on top of everything else that's going on, the third shoe dropped metaphorically speaking. I learned that one of my friends--NO, NOT Tallulah or HSM!--is breaking up with her man. Taking their baby girl and moving out and moving on.

I'm not foolish enough to think that everybody stays together forever, but damn, I never saw this one coming.

So I'm embracing that one step at a time philosophy, that hard times come and hard times go belief. And praying that they find their way back to each other.

Hope all is well in your world.

Be good and be careful, take care, stay strong.


Hugs, Tawny
www.tawnyford.com

Wednesday, June 03, 2009

It's Not Always In Threes

Despite what people tend to say, bad luck or sad news does not always come in threes. Sometimes it's on it's own, sometimes it shows in twosies.

Yesterday I was at the deli counter at the grocery store waiting for the butcher to finish slicing me a pound each of beef bologna and turkey pastrami when my cell phone rang. It was a friend calling to say that another friend's sister had been murdered in the city of Detroit the previous night.

Her family and a neighboring one had been beefing for some time. A mutual friend had advised her to move before something awful happened, but she said no, she'd stick it out.

The day before she was murdered those people she was beefing with attempted to toss a firebomb into her house. She chased them away with her pistol.

They came back the next night with an AK47 and shot up her house. Her kids and grandkids were all home…none of them were hit. She wasn't as fortunate. She's dead.

Still reeling from that tragic news, my phone rang again and it was my aunt. Her daughter (my cousin) is in the hospital in a doctor-induced coma on life support. She has some sort of an infection--what kind they don't know, how she got it they don't know--but it's raging throughout her body.

They hope to be able to bring her out of the coma tomorrow because the longer she's 'asleep' the more her body will break down. Her father has come in from Indiana to help stand watch at her bedside.

I don't know if my cousin is going to survive. No one, aside from God, does.

Always trying to keep things moving, no matter the circumstances, I started cleaning my house yesterday afternoon. If my cousin passes, family will come in from all around the US. I doubt anyone will stay with me (no drinking, smoking or drugging at my house), but they'll probably come by to visit.

On the bright side, and there's always a bright side, thankfully, Tallulah chose yesterday to send me some wonderful photos of my favorite birds--seagulls! It was just what I needed to make me smile. Here are two of her photos:






Be good and be careful, take care, stay strong.


Hugs, Tawny
www.tawnyford.com

Monday, June 01, 2009

Goodbye, GM

By Michael Moore

June 1, 2009

I write this on the morning of the end of the once-mighty General Motors. By high noon, the President of the United States will have made it official: General Motors, as we know it, has been totaled.

As I sit here in GM's birthplace, Flint, Michigan, I am surrounded by friends and family who are filled with anxiety about what will happen to them and to the town. Forty percent of the homes and businesses in the city have been abandoned. Imagine what it would be like if you lived in a city where almost every other house is empty. What would be your state of mind?

It is with sad irony that the company which invented "planned obsolescence" -- the decision to build cars that would fall apart after a few years so that the customer would then have to buy a new one -- has now made itself obsolete. It refused to build automobiles that the public wanted, cars that got great gas mileage, were as safe as they could be, and were exceedingly comfortable to drive. Oh -- and that wouldn't start falling apart after two years. GM stubbornly fought environmental and safety regulations. Its executives arrogantly ignored the "inferior" Japanese and German cars, cars which would become the gold standard for automobile buyers. And it was hell-bent on punishing its unionized workforce, lopping off thousands of workers for no good reason other than to "improve" the short-term bottom line of the corporation. Beginning in the 1980s, when GM was posting record profits, it moved countless jobs to Mexico and elsewhere, thus destroying the lives of tens of thousands of hard-working Americans. The glaring stupidity of this policy was that, when they eliminated the income of so many middle class families, who did they think was going to be able to afford to buy their cars? History will record this blunder in the same way it now writes about the French building the Maginot Line or how the Romans cluelessly poisoned their own water system with lethal lead in its pipes.

So here we are at the deathbed of General Motors. The company's body not yet cold, and I find myself filled with -- dare I say it -- joy. It is not the joy of revenge against a corporation that ruined my hometown and brought misery, divorce, alcoholism, homelessness, physical and mental debilitation, and drug addiction to the people I grew up with. Nor do I, obviously, claim any joy in knowing that 21,000 more GM workers will be told that they, too, are without a job.

But you and I and the rest of America now own a car company! I know, I know -- who on earth wants to run a car company? Who among us wants $50 billion of our tax dollars thrown down the rat hole of still trying to save GM? Let's be clear about this: The only way to save GM is to kill GM. Saving our precious industrial infrastructure, though, is another matter and must be a top priority. If we allow the shutting down and tearing down of our auto plants, we will sorely wish we still had them when we realize that those factories could have built the alternative energy systems we now desperately need. And when we realize that the best way to transport ourselves is on light rail and bullet trains and cleaner buses, how will we do this if we've allowed our industrial capacity and its skilled workforce to disappear?

Thus, as GM is "reorganized" by the federal government and the bankruptcy court, here is the plan I am asking President Obama to implement for the good of the workers, the GM communities, and the nation as a whole. Twenty years ago when I made "Roger Me," I tried to warn people about what was ahead for General Motors. Had the power structure and the punditocracy listened, maybe much of this could have been avoided. Based on my track record, I request an honest and sincere consideration of the following suggestions:

1. Just as President Roosevelt did after the attack on Pearl Harbor, the President must tell the nation that we are at war and we must immediately convert our auto factories to factories that build mass transit vehicles and alternative energy devices. Within months in Flint in 1942, GM halted all car production and immediately used the assembly lines to build planes, tanks and machine guns. The conversion took no time at all. Everyone pitched in. The fascists were defeated.

We are now in a different kind of war -- a war that we have conducted against the ecosystem and has been conducted by our very own corporate leaders. This current war has two fronts. One is headquartered in Detroit. The products built in the factories of GM, Ford and Chrysler are some of the greatest weapons of mass destruction responsible for global warming and the melting of our polar icecaps. The things we call "cars" may have been fun to drive, but they are like a million daggers into the heart of Mother Nature. To continue to build them would only lead to the ruin of our species and much of the planet.

The other front in this war is being waged by the oil companies against you and me. They are committed to fleecing us whenever they can, and they have been reckless stewards of the finite amount of oil that is located under the surface of the earth. They know they are sucking it bone dry. And like the lumber tycoons of the early 20th century who didn't give a damn about future generations as they tore down every forest they could get their hands on, these oil barons are not telling the public what they know to be true -- that there are only a few more decades of useable oil on this planet. And as the end days of oil approach us, get ready for some very desperate people willing to kill and be killed just to get their hands on a gallon can of gasoline.

President Obama, now that he has taken control of GM, needs to convert the factories to new and needed uses immediately.

2. Don't put another $30 billion into the coffers of GM to build cars. Instead, use that money to keep the current workforce -- and most of those who have been laid off -- employed so that they can build the new modes of 21st century transportation. Let them start the conversion work now.

3. Announce that we will have bullet trains criss-crossing this country in the next five years. Japan is celebrating the 45th anniversary of its first bullet train this year. Now they have dozens of them. Average speed: 165 mph. Average time a train is late: under 30 seconds. They have had these high-speed trains for nearly five decades -- and we don't even have one! The fact that the technology already exists for us to go from New York to L.A. in 17 hours by train, and that we haven't used it, is criminal. Let's hire the unemployed to build the new high-speed lines all over the country. Chicago to Detroit in less than two hours. Miami to DC in under 7 hours. Denver to Dallas in five and a half. This can be done and done now.

4. Initiate a program to put light rail mass transit lines in all our large and medium-sized cities. Build those trains in the GM factories. And hire local people everywhere to install and run this system.

5. For people in rural areas not served by the train lines, have the GM plants produce energy efficient clean buses.

6. For the time being, have some factories build hybrid or all-electric cars (and batteries). It will take a few years for people to get used to the new ways to transport ourselves, so if we're going to have automobiles, let's have kinder, gentler ones. We can be building these next month (do not believe anyone who tells you it will take years to retool the factories -- that simply isn't true).

7. Transform some of the empty GM factories to facilities that build windmills, solar panels and other means of alternate forms of energy. We need tens of millions of solar panels right now. And there is an eager and skilled workforce who can build them.

8. Provide tax incentives for those who travel by hybrid car or bus or train. Also, credits for those who convert their home to alternative energy.

9. To help pay for this, impose a two-dollar tax on every gallon of gasoline. This will get people to switch to more energy saving cars or to use the new rail lines and rail cars the former autoworkers have built for them.

Well, that's a start. Please, please, please don't save GM so that a smaller version of it will simply do nothing more than build Chevys or Cadillacs. This is not a long-term solution. Don't throw bad money into a company whose tailpipe is malfunctioning, causing a strange odor to fill the car.

100 years ago this year, the founders of General Motors convinced the world to give up their horses and saddles and buggy whips to try a new form of transportation. Now it is time for us to say goodbye to the internal combustion engine. It seemed to serve us well for so long. We enjoyed the car hops at the A. We made out in the front -- and the back -- seat. We watched movies on large outdoor screens, went to the races at NASCAR tracks across the country, and saw the Pacific Ocean for the first time through the window down Hwy. 1. And now it's over. It's a new day and a new century. The President -- and the UAW -- must seize this moment and create a big batch of lemonade from this very sour and sad lemon.

Yesterday, the last surviving person from the Titanic disaster passed away. She escaped certain death that night and went on to live another 97 years.

So can we survive our own Titanic in all the Flint Michigans of this country. 60% of GM is ours. I think we can do a better job.

Yours,
Michael Moore
MMFlint@aol.com


I'm good with everything Mike said except for adding a $2 gas tax to the already stifling, paralyzing price of a gallon of gas. Don't further gouge us! Right now, until there are alternative energies readily and easily and affordably available for all of us to use (not just those with big bucks in their wallets for hybrid cars, etc.), let's get the price of a gallon of gas down to where it should be, where we can all afford to buy groceries and drive to work.


Hugs, Tawny
www.tawnyford.com