Doubts, Questions And Clarity After A President Evolves.

               I know, I haven’t written in a while…and today I want to write…but it isn’t what I had in mind at first.

          On Wednesday, President Barack Obama, whom I have criticized for “goin’ along to git along”, took a handoff and sharply cut back against the grain. “Gay Marriage, I’m all for it!”

           Instead of seeing the possibilities and the positivity…I saw electoral votes cascading to the adversary.

           Why get scared? Hell, I have a birthday coming up. Maybe I’m getting old. I don’t know.

            Or maybe it’s just what I need to get motivated. Motivated to go back into the fray. 

            Make no mistake, the election ahead just got closer. If Mitt Romney needed some good red meat, the President’s evolution just gave it to them. It scares me that some potential footsoldiers for the opposition in this battle  just may look like me. Some of those who spearheaded the efforts toward legalization discrimination..most recently in venues from the Omaha City Council chambers to North Carolina did look like me.

              Was it a political calculation? You could say that, and yes I initially computed that..and probably agitated some good friends in the process. I hope they can forgive me because I didn’t keep the main thing the main thing.

              One of my flaws I’ll admit to looking at must things through the cold hard numbers at not looking at the  human calculation. Ultimately this is about people. Many of them just want to live their lives, enjoy the lives with the confidence that they will not be denied with is the birthright of all human beings:  The right to exist as they see fit providing they are impeding others’ right to exist as they see fit.

               What is the downside of two people finding that common ground and common happiness? Could somebody answer that. Where is the sin there? Yes, I know what holy screed of my choice says in this matter of “men lying with men”

                 But I also know that such a description used out of context is a distortion and that distortion is too easy to reach for, too easy to use, and it runs contra what I see every day in the eyes of people I care about on this earth. Who am I to judge, especially when I see a pair confirming committment and caring…and them being told that such committment consigns them to damnation? It just doesn’t compute.

                And while I’m at it? What is the Gay Agenda(TM). I hear about this a lot, but could somebody tell me what this is? I really want to know what it is, because wherever I hear opposing viewpoints I hear about this “Agenda”. I put a trademark thingy on it because you know I don’t wanna use something is not give due courtesy and this sounds like some big syndicate. It sound like something H-U-G-E.

                I have a belief on this issue. To me the whole idea of “marriage” …. It’s a loaded word. It’s a strong word. It is something I believe in. The concept that when you find that one person to spend the rest of your life with, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible. (yeah, I stole one from Billy Crystal — checks in the mail :))

                 It can be a distortion as well, because to me the rancor on gay marriage is a “gateway drug”. This is the easy way to get people who wouldn’t buy into discriminatory practice if presented straight up, to buy in. I see what the adversary is doing.  This hullabaloo about Gay Marriage is a trojan horse brought to you by those who want to continue to turn back the clock on a number of protections in terms of employment, education, housing, medical care.

                  About a month or so ago, my hometown was debating a change. A change to the city ordinance regarding anti-discrimination. They wanted to add orientation and gender identity to the list. It was news to me, because I figured such protections where already in place. In listening to the testimony for and against, it seems everybody against it had to bring the marriage concept up…and that wasn’t even a point of contention. But that’s when it really hit me, It was the same old song. “Fear. Blame. Fear. Blame.”. “These godless people want special rights, and that is why they want all these discrimination protections!” More turning back the clock, and these folks are serious about turning that clock back, and not just for GLBT folks. As some have shown during the campaign, they want to run that clock back a long way..and if it goes too far back…I don’t even wanna think about it.

                 Thirty states mirror the opinion of North Carolina’s, and North Carolina was a needless provocation, and that should raise my attentions far beyond some votes in the ballot box.

                  To many people this a real “duh” sort of thing. It should be.

                   In an unsure moment, I forgot that.

                   Looking forward, I pledge not to make the same mistake twice.

                   This was were I was going to tell the President “Way to be bold, B…BUT DON’T STOP THERE!”

                  I think the man in the mirror needs to heed that more. “Don’t get skurred..and don’t stop here!”

                   Oh by the way — A question for those who don’t agree. How does this threaten your marriage..or your plans to do so if you aren’t?

                    Just like Lyte and Sam, I cram to understand.


New Black Man’s Rule: Don’t Wear A Hoodie and Hold A Bag Of Skittles. You Can Get Shot For That.

I’m a child of God,  made in his image.

But everyday of my life is a line of scrimmage.

The uniform I have makes me an object.

Of subjective scorn and suspect.

Mohagany skin. It’s who I am.


Zimmerman got jumpy, just a little.

Who’s afraid of a bag of Skittles.

But it could happen in Omaha

or happen in New Haven.

Black blood is what they craving.

Zombies of bias with supremacist blood lust.

Justice System? Yeah, it’s just-US

My college degree can’t shield me.

From the racial brutality.

Body Broke in Disbelief

Could You not yell so loud? Or raise your voice when you speak?

Gosh, why are you so angry? Why speachify?

I thought you were a good colored guy.

Not like the rest of them, who cough up dismay like so much phelgm.

But do you know in the summer of my eighth year, I was face-to-face with the fear and smear.

From a librarian in blue eyes, who said black kids can’t be civilized.

In a summer reading club contest, a Northside kid was among the best.

But his success wasn’t believed, the only kid in the city asked to prove if he could read.

Yes I could, I knew what I could do.

“Ma’am, are you going make the white kids read, too?”

When I was nine, at the 20-yard line, n-word thrown by another lad of nine at the time.

A team of suburban kids met the working class, and the cake-eaters all showed their ass.

Racial slurs before the ball was snapped, led to their ballplayers getting slapped.

Piled up touchdowns, cake-eaters gettin’ smacked…But every score kept getting called back.

Little-league, Pop Warner petty larcenies, perpetrated by white-skinned referees.

Seeing my cousins playing high school ball, ganked by the stripes from wall to wall.

No refs in the state look like you do. You have beat the other team and them, too.

Conspiracy to destroy the hope and dreams of a black boy and try to take away his joy.

Immerse him in all this racial strife. If you see him in a hoodie, you take his life.

See him in your classroom, look right through or around the lad.

Shocked that he has a dad, and a mom

and willingness to achieve.

Something the majority won’t believe.

Debate contests in high school looking at you sideways

Have to be above and beyond to get a chance to play.

The other kind thinks you can’t compete.

Still think that way even after you got ’em beat.

He’s not welcome to your campus in the fall, unless he can play some ball.

Run negro run, hit that jump shot. That’s your lot.

In our mind, that’s all you got.

But mama instilled a love for the written word.

Because we were lynched for trying to read, ya heard!

But strange fruit can come in many forms.

From Mississippi swamps, to elite northern dorms.

In the our workplaces, tree-lined tony spaces.

Or followed-along among the shopping mall throng.

Every black man knows the risk is on. Anyone of us could end up like Trayvon.

From a teen in a sweatshirt to the POTUS in a suit.

Any who look like me could get the boot.

Or get the rope and lynch mob made of dopes.

Hyped up on Faux News’ Faux Hope.

Everybody like playing my funk and playing my blues.

But when the blues is real life its not news.

They try to say my anger all confused.

Telling the lie that a gunshot wound’s a bruise.

The anger feeling slipped into my cranium

Explodes like weapon-grade uranium.

I was twenty-one when I heard “not-guilty”.

Denying what eyes saw as filthy.

Fifty-six baton strikes in a minute-and-half?

So absurd it could make you laugh.

It would be a farce, if it wasnt so serious

Simi Valley completely delirious.

So why I am not surprised, when the white round eyes can’t see what I see.

Emmitt Till, Vincent Chin, Trayvon now.

Who’s next to enter the kung-pow?

Who’s next to be beat? Who’s next to get hit?

Who’s next to be shot, when fear is white hot?

Who’s next to get got? Fall victim to the rot.

Of America’s original cancer cell?

A carcinoma that can be cured you know.

But so many of them refuse the chemo.

Whites who’d rather just live the lie.

You have the terminal cancer, but I’m the one who gets to die.

Whitney Houston 1963-2012….:(

                                                          She had that voice. That voice that in ancient times led sailors dreamily into rocks. She had that voice. Gentle, yet powerful. When you heard it, you knew. You just knew.

                                                         I know of her troubles of her recent past. I know about the drugs. The turmoil. Bobby.  I know. I ask you refrain from reminding me of them tonight.

                                                         Tonight, I will remember that voice. Oh, that voice. In my memories, I never want that voice silent.

                                                         “But each time I try. I just break down and cry….cuz I’d rather be home feelin’ blue….so I’m saving all my love for you.”

                                                        Goodbye dear Whitney…and thanks for that voice. 🙂

A February Morning…With Stuff On My Mind.

You know, we just had that Super Bowl thing this past week. Eli Manning. Yeah, he’s does nothing pretty, but beat the Patriots with the money on the table. That’s pretty to me.

Chad Ochocinco is on your bench. You only throw to him once? Hmmmm.

The Halftime Show was actually enjoyable. Madonna. Say what you want about her, but you can’t deny that she’s still brangin’ thangs to da table…Even at age 53.

Oh, and a memo to Ms. Mathangi  Arulpragasam (a.k.a. M.I.A.): This ain’t The Beeb baby, you just can’t flip off the camera in America. #justsayin’

I give Gisele a lot of credit for the post-game Tammy Wynette moment. She stood by her man. No beef with that. But, the camera-phone drive-by run-and-gun media caught her slippin’.

Kobe passed Shaq on the NBA All-Time Scoring List. Good. I’ll admit, I’m not a big fan of Shaq. I find him to be as phony and packaged  as Mitt Romney, but that is just me.

That CPAC thing starts today. What is the over-under on the number of black people who are participating true believers in what CPAC is all about? I’ll put that number at 6.

Northside Chip YOU IGNANT AWARD this post…A got a pair of GOLD MEDAL CHAMPIONS for you (No, not Rick Santorum and Newt Gingrich…they’d retire the award)

I’m talking about THIS lunacy in Atlanta. No, not Eddie Long.

So let me get this right. It’s okay to beat somebody down, because they are rockin’ skinnies? For real, huh? And you mean to tell me, nobody was across the street looking at this, and maybe called the cops and helped the kid who was getting beat down? Is this where we at in 2012 my people? Please let me know if this is where we at.

But then again, they can’t help it. After all, one of the black punditry says it was a duty for beat the young lad’s butt.

Roland Martin: Head Coach of #teamwhipdatass


I give you CNN’s Roland Martin, also head coach of “Team Whip Dat Ass”.  After all, as he said in his tweet, if your man is wearing pink, he needs an intervention by Mr. Martin’s team. He also has tweeted that “Ladies, if your man don’t like sports, send his azz back to the factory. He came to you defective! #rolandsrules.”

But the Gay Agenda(TM) is Rollin’ 60s on Roland Martin for a tweet during the Super Bowl. It concerned David Beckham’s H&M ad showing Mr. Posh Spice modeling his new line of…..drawers.  H&M had to come up with some serious GB Pounds Sterling for that. It was a rather risque ad that did straddle the line of good taste, but then again that is every Super Bowl ad.

Now, when I think of underwear modeled on television, I’m thinking Audriana Lima or Rosie Huntington-Whiteley. When I want a direct free kick for a needed goal in the 88th minute? Beckham’s my man.

But Roland….really…. “If a dude at your Super Bowl party is hyped about David Beckham’s H&M underwear ad, smack the ish out of him! #superbowl.”

Roland, if I didn’t know better…I would say that there could be some latency issues down yonder with you if you know what I’m saying.  Now, I’m not sayin’ you are “Takei” but bruh….who even thinks of that….Unless you thinkin’ of that. #KnowwhatImean?


Lo0k at Roland Martin’s tweets, then look at the video above…..There’s a connection there even if they are out of chronological order, because at least a few of our people are thinking like this, and they are being spurred on by leaders within our community, including a few who take pulpits.

#Teamwhipdatass , Mr. Martin?  Based on what I saw above, maybe we need to break that team of IGNANCE up. 

Back To The Corner…With Things To Say.

I haven’t posted in a month, partially due to work…partially due to a project I’m working on at, a piece of the epic “Protect and Survive” Timelines.

Also, I really haven’t had that much to say to add to what many of the blogs I link to have already. You can only bash Herman Cain so much.

Also, I’ve been working on some hip-hop music. I’m no rapper, but I figure if you have the tools to make a record why not?

But I’m back to blogging because I have something to say, and I want to keep saying things, so here I am.

For starters, I am reading a very good book right now, written by an old college classmate of mine. It’s the survivor’s story called The Way Through and the author, Amber Lisa, will be a guest in the corner after the New Year. If you want to know more, check her blog out.

A lot folks have been talking about this guy above. Some of you like him. Some of you don’t. Some of you think that he’s an overhyped kid who lacks the materiel to be an NFL Quarterback. Others say “he just wins games”. Some of you maybe turned off by the fact that he is a bonafide Bible-Thumper of the first magnitude. Other’s believe Tim Tebow is a splendid representative of The Truth, The Way and The Light.

I personally like this Tim Tebow guy. Yeah, he only completes maybe 48% of his passes. Right, right, he does say “I wanna thank my Lord and Saviour” before he speaks to the press, and “God Bless” when he’s done.

I liked his Super Bowl Ad, and even though I’m on the other side of that issue, I respected what the advertisement was about.

What I really have a problem with is so many detractors of Tim Tebow who are detractors truly out of their own cynicism, not because of reasons due to the way he plays the game.


I find the misplaced ire of this amusing. Tebow is a football player, like any football player. He didn’t ask for the notoriety. He didn’t seek it out. If you want to crack back on anybody, crack back on the media hype machine. Don’t put that on his kid.

Tim Tebow is not sending memos to the varied sports media saying “Ignore the 13-0 Green Bay Packers” or “Campaign For Me For The Pro Bowl”. To quote the ESPN Monday Night Countdown boys “C’MON MAN!”


In analyzing over 5 years of interview of Tim Tebow, I find one constant. He never mentions his beliefs unless he is asked a direct question about them.  This has been a rock-solid constant in any interaction between the secular press and this person.

If anything, I wish people would talk about faith MORE. I wish more people would open up more about their belief and their faith, or even their non-faith in respectful way.

I am a firm believer in the concept that there is something bigger than me in the universe. Christianity is the way that I express that belief, same as Tim Tebow. Him and I may have differences on issues based on where our faith comes from. His faith is of a more conservative bent, mine is more toward leftist liberation theology. Nonetheless, I respect him and I’d share a pew with him.

The same way I’d respect a devout Muslim or a devout Jew..or a devout Buddist…or a devout Wiccan…or a devout Atheist giving respectful reference and then going out on the football field and kicking some hard-core butt.

3. ““emboldened faithful can do insane things, like burning mosques, bashing gays and indiscriminately banishing immigrants.”  

The person who said this, A rabbi in New York, later recanted this statement, pulled his column and apologized. But nonetheless this feel could be out there. And in things like this that bother me as a person of faith and this is why we need more talk, education and understanding about our beliefs and our faith…NOT LESS.

We are in a time where people of faith bash people who don’t. We in a time when people who feel there is no God ridicule people who believe strongly and passionate that there is one.

We are people who are throwing rocks at Nativity Scenes, and in response who have people willing to act in a manner counter to what Jesus taught.

And you have a lot of people once again getting all scared and hostile when they hear the word “MOSQUE”  (Memo to the CEO at Lowe’s — I’ll get my 2x4s at Home Depot from now on.)

Even the devil believes in God, and this type of foolishness, and putting this foolishness on one guy who worships with a quiet reverence and a serious example is just Satan doing his shady business in my view. The Dark Side can and will cloud everything.

All this griping about Tim Tebow is as silly to me as the “War On Christmas” and so much pining about the insistence on “Merry Christmas”..And you wonder why people make fun of Christians. I find that rather whiny, just the same as I find every Atheist with an ax to grind beefing about nativity scenes whining. There’s room enough for all of you. Find a space, and to each his own.

4. The hope that Tim Tebow pulls a massive Tiger Woods Moment in a strip club with 10 women of ill repute.

I’ve heard this more than a few times. I just wanna know…Why? Why do we as a public want the clean-cut hero and then…we want him to denigrate into a cad? Don’t flame me for asking. I’m just asking.

I understand this is the staple diet of todays Tabloid-Run-And-Gun-Kick-Em-When-They’re-Up-Kick-Em-When-They’re-Down-News Networks, powered by Kardashian Inc., but why do you as a Public KEEP BUYING IT?

This wish isn’t about Tim Tebow, its really about Mr. and Mrs. Look-In-A-Mirror. Don’t put any shortcoming you may see on this kid because he may have a discipline, a faith, and a determination to lives those things to a level greater than your own.

Why Northside Chip is a fan of  Tim Tebow? 

I mainly root for him because he’s a Heretic….He’s a playing heretic against a number of rigid dogmas of professional football “quarterbacking”. He isn’t the classic drop-back guy, but then again who  is anymore?. He doesn’t play  the part that the Mel Kipers, Peter Kings and all the high priests of the Holy Church Of The Scouting Computer says is a “pro quarterback”. He’s “unorthodox” and thumb his nose at the High Holy Church of Professional Football Punditry.

Tim Tebow runs like Bobby Douglass, has the ugliest wobble since Billy Kilmer. He was as doubted as the last #15 to play quarterback for Denver, the great Magician Marlin Briscoe……And he’s winning games anyway…..And he’s getting better.

The fact that he’s unashamed to give his reference when so many want to keep it under wraps is a special bonus. But overall, the game is the thing and results don’t lie. He’s doing his part on the pitch, and he seems to be living up to what he portrays off of it.



Mr. President, I have a blog post coming up that’ll bring this in greater detail, but I’m gonna tell ya…Go-along-to-get-along is just good enough to get you beat. If you want to get elected, you have be bold with a whole new agenda.

2. The GOP: Get Real

The Republican have had 20+ televised debates this year. There’s a lot of good TV shows that don’t get that kind of run for an hour of decent entertainment, and my conclusion is…“Gee, I thought the Walking Dead was on AMC”

There isn’t a serious candidate in that bunch. Why do I see maybe 33% turnout next November. Maybe because there ain’t much to vote for, honestly.

3. The Chris Paul Controversy

Further proof that the National Basketball Association is at its worst crisis since 1979. Call me a conspiracy theorist, but I think David Stern is looking to cut some jobs and whack some teams…New Orleans may be the beginning. I wouldn’t mind it, if he’d give me my Kansas City Kings back. 🙂

4. I went to Iraq, and all I got was _____________

They are all coming home (Praise God!), after 9 years, trillions of dollars and no WMDs found. Was it all worth it? Somebody answer that one.

5. Memo to Jerry Sandusky and Bernie Fine

Pray that you are not put in the G-Pop. The fellas in the joint don’t take kindly to “diddlers”.

And of course — It wouldn’t be the Corner without the Northside Chip “You Ignant” Award!!!!!!!!!

There’s so many candidates. The entire GOP Presidential Field, especially Rick Perry (even ignance is bigger in Texas), All the Tebow haters., the Los Angeles Lakers (trading Lamar Kardashian to the Mavericks???), Kurt Busch, Bashir al-Assad (Son, you ain’t your daddy), Barack Obama qualifies for the spending compromise and this idea of bringing Gitmo tactics to America (Mr. President, WTF!), Jerry Sandusky could retire the award right now.

But I’m giving the “You Ignant” to Robert Niblock, CEO of Lowe’s Improvement Centers. 

Now you’ve heard a few things thing about this one. Its really nothing new. Lowe’s was a sponsor of a solid typical reality show called “All-American Muslim”. The idea of this show, centered in Dearborn, Michigan’s sizable Muslim community (one of the largest in our country), is just looking at a family who has a different belief from a majority of Americans but live really no different than a majority of Americans. Its hackneyed, but pretty harmless.

Well, the mostly-white mostly-right Dead-Wrong All-Star among us think every family in the world that happens to be Muslim has the surname bin Laden. Some group called the Florida Family Association , small conservative Christian group, has their issues with the show. If you click the link, you’ll find that they have an issue with a lot of things. It is the typical ultra-conservative, mainly white, menu of “enemies” (Pornagraphy, women who show a little extra thigh, women who believe in equal pay for equal work and that “Godless” feminism stuff, gay folks, non-white people,  Barack Obama, etc.) This is nothing new, remember some of people this people probably still think that Bert and Ernie or Tinky Winky are gay.

Now, I don’t give Niblock this award because Lowe’s pulled the ads due to the pressure of the FFA. A corporate business has the right to do what they do. They are a private corporation who can spend money as they see fit. The idea that a pressure group of this type that is small in number, localized and conservative that force this corporation to bend when larger and more people-centered are ignored is striking to me.

I give Mr. Niblock the “You Ignant” because, he is giving “aid and comfort to the enemy”, as our conservative friends would say.

When you listen to the Right-Wing Dead-Wrong All-Stars going off on “Islamofacism”, the biggest winners….wait for it ……. ARE THE TERRORISTS!

All these rantings ever do is give Hamas and Hizbollah and Al Queda and every Islamic Ayatollah Jerry al-Falwell a license to whip up more Two-Minute Hate. They line up with their bootleg VHS tapes and say “SEE! SEE! GREAT SATAN AMERICA HATES YOU!!!!! LOOKIE! LOOKIE!!!! THE AMERICANS AND THEIR ISRAELI PUPPETS AT LOWE’S HOME IMPROVEMENT HATE YOU!”

My question to the FFA is Why Do You Hate America? Why are you working with Al-Queda? 

You see, you play into their hands with the stuff.

Most muslims I know came to this country in part because, even as Muslims they couldn’t worship as they pleased back home or they were persecuted for whatever reason..OR even they came for an opportunity they couldn’t get back home, and that isn’t to count out those who’ve been here for multiple generations, and have celebrated being American and being of their faith. Last I heard, the freedom to worship…or not worship was the what America was all about since we started this ride back around 1776.

Those who call the “Terrorists” don’t want this freedom, even for their own. They want it THEIR WAY, ALL THE WAY. ISLAMIC THEOCRACY WITHOUT QUESTION! The people like the FFA are no different, except they seek a Christian Theocracy without question.

   Theocracy and Democracy don’t mix and I never want to live under one, no matter whose holy book it is from.

You see, I like questioning the people in charge. I believe its a healthy for a society. I like having the right to do so without a threat on my life,  a fatwa, a shunning, an excommunication or whatever.

The theocrat wants you to accept whatever they say without question, as if they are God. That’s fine in a church, but it doesn’t work for a democratic, free society to function effectively. For if you want to have that power over my day-to-day affairs as a human leader you have to realize that you will be questioned. If can’t open yourself to questioning, you are not fit to govern.

It is for this reason that I find caving in to a cabal of Americans who are in league with the concepts of an Al-Queda not just ignant, but repugnantly anti-American.

Also a memo to the FFA: You seem to dislike so much on TV…Here’s a thought… 1. Read a book. 2. Change the channel 3. Start your own network…. #just sayin’

RIP, Dan Wheldon

The Corner is in mourning right now…and here is why.

Dan Wheldon wins 2011 Indy 500

Dan Wheldon, a two-time Indianapolis 500 winner and 2005 IndyCar series champion was killed during the IndyCar World Championship at Las Vegas. October 16, 2011

I love Motor Racing. I have since I was a 7 year old boy cheering for Mario Andretti as he won a Formula 1 World Championship.

On the same day Andretti won the championship, his teammate Ronnie Peterson was killed in a crash at the start of the race. When I read in the paper, a few days after the race, that SuperSwede had died…I bawled my eyes out.

I hate this part of it. I hate the starting grid of the Grim Reaper.

Ricardo Paletti. Jovy Marcelo. J.D. McDuffie. Roland Ratzenberger.

Clifford Allison. John Nemechek.  Neil Bonnett. Scott Brayton.

Henri Toivonen. Sergio Cresto. Slick Johnson. Tony Roper.

Jeff Krosnoff. Kenny Irwin. Adam Petty.

Tony Renna. Paul Dana. Gonzalo Rodriguez. Greg Moore.

Dale Earnhardt. Ayrton Senna. Jim Clark. Jochen Rindt. Tiny Lund. Gilles Villenueve.

And this is a very incomplete list.

It’s the hardest part of loving this sport. The spectre of a driver dying in a race car. Even with all the safety engineering  on the racetracks of the world and all the safety engineering done by innovative constructors and others with better restraint, better seats, better fuel cells, and cars constructed with safety as the top priority.  Even with full faced helmets, firesuits, and SAFER barriers, there is always the chance of a cruel day in racing.

October 16, 2011 is another cruel day in racing.

Dan Wheldon. A two-time Indy 500 winner, and 2005 IndyCar Series Champion. An affable, engaging, handsome man from Emberton, England, got in his race car at the IndyCar World Championship Race at Las Vegas Motor Speedway.

He was involved in a fiery crash at lap 13.

He was killed.

And again, I watch in shock and horror, nearly bawling just like I did back in ’78…and I did in ’94, when heard about Ayrton Senna.

As I did in 2000 when I heard about Adam Petty and Kenny Irwin.

Ditto with all those above and many others.

Dan Wheldon. Engaging, funny….”cheeky”….His description is similar to a couple drivers of yesteryear. NASCAR clown prince Joe Weatherly, and Indianapolis 500 standout/cut-up Eddie Sachs.

Both of these men, personable, affable, funny and successful on the track, while being loved off of it.

Both died in a race car in ugly fiery crashes. Weatherly at the 1963 World 600, and Sachs during the second lap of the 1964 Indianapolis 500.

Sachs’ death is on my mind right now, because of what legendary Indianapolis 500 broadcaster Sid Collins said about him on that race broadcast right after the word was announced that a loved racer had passed.

Collins’ impromptu eulogy could easily fit Dan Wheldon.

           “You heard the announcement from the public address system. There’s not a sound. Men are taking off their hats. People are weeping. There are over 300,000 fans here not moving. Disbelieving.

Some men try to conquer life in a number of ways. These days of our outer space attempts some men try to conquer the universe. Race drivers are courageous men who try to conquer life and death and they calculate their risks. And with talking with them over the years I think we know their inner thoughts in regards to racing. They take it as part of living.

A race driver who leaves this earth mentally when he straps himself into the cockpit to try what for him is the biggest conquest he can make (are) aware of the odds and Eddie Sachs played the odds. He was serious and frivolous. He was fun. He was a wonderful gentleman. He took much needling and he gave much needling. Just as the astronauts do perhaps.

These boys on the race track ask no quarter and they give none. If they succeed they’re a hero and if they fail, they tried. And it was Eddie’s desire and will to try with everything he had, which he always did. So the only healthy way perhaps we can approach the tragedy of the loss of a friend like Eddie Sachs is to know that he would have wanted us to face it as he did. As as it has happened, not as we wish it would have happened. It is God’s will I’m sure and we must accept that.

We are all speeding toward death at the rate of 60 minutes every hour, the only difference is we don’t know how to speed faster and Eddie Sachs did. So since death has a thousand or more doors, Eddie Sachs exits this earth in a race car. Knowing Eddie I assume that’s the way he would have wanted it. Byron said “who the God’s love die young.” — Sid Collins, during Indianapolis 500 Radio Network coverage of the 1964 Indianapolis 500.

RIP Dan Wheldon. I miss you already. 😦

The Scars Are Still There….But So Are We.

Time heals all wounds, but the wounds still leave scars.

There is still a hole in the New York skyline. That hole will always be there.

A skin of flowers, cards and rememberance continues to form in a field in Pennsylvania.

A hardened scab is still on our national psyche, even after 10 years.

Yes, these things will be with us. But rejoice my fellow Americans. WE ARE STILL HERE!

Prayers of peace to the families of those lost in the attacks of September 11, 2001. Prayers of safety and swift homecoming to our forces abroad. Prayers of healing for us all.