The Unauthorized Biography of Rosco P. Coltrane

When it's my moment in the sun, I won't forget that I am blessed, but every hero walks alone, thinking of more things to confess

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Location: Owensboro, Kentucky, United States


Saturday, March 05, 2005

Saturday the 5th, 25th day of Lent

I took the top down of the Jeep today. I just drove around for a while, listening to some tunes. It was one of the proverbial "stop and smell the roses" days. I had a good time. There is something about traveling through the wind that just makes you feel better about things. It clears your head and allows you to think. It makes me feel more alive. I know that all I did was basically burn precious fossil fuels, which at this time are 2 bucks a gallon here. But MPG's didn't mean anything to me as the unfiltered sun, the still crisp wind and the smells of spring were felt for the first time this year.

Friday, March 04, 2005

Friday the 4th, 24th day of Lent

I really only have one pet peeve, but in my eyes, it is a biggie. I hate people that are late. I hate being late. To me there is no excuse for tardiness. Unless there is blood or any other large assortment of bodily fluids in the mix. Today I got to work at a quarter of 7. We were supposed to drive a couple of hours south and be at a jobsite by 9. Well, at 5 til 7, I got a call that I had to go pick a coworker up. I was a bit upset, but I realized that things happen and that it wasn't that big of a deal, we would only be a few minutes late. Well, when I went to pickup my coworker, he told me that we were going to have to take his girlfriend's daughter to school. It wouldn't have been that big of a deal, but the school that she goes to was 4 towns over. We ended up not really leaving until 8:15. My deal with being on time is simple, it's just rude to not consider another person's time.

I have always heard that 90% of success is just showing up. Well, the other 10% is showing up on time.

Or to put it another way someone once told me. If you're early, you're on time. If you're on time, you're late. And if you're late, you're pregnant.

Thursday, March 03, 2005

Thursday the 3rd, 23rd day of Lent

Yesterday was Dr. Seuss' 101st birthday. I was reading that his book Green Eggs and Ham was written pretty much on a bet. I guess his publisher had recently published The Cat in the Hat and there were only about a 100 different words in the book. Well, it seems his publisher bet Suess that he couldn't write a book with only 50 different words. Well, Seuss won the bet and one of his most beloved books was created. It is funny how the English language is made up of some many words, sayings, metaphors, and analogies. But to truly communicate with another human we don't really need a lot of words. Everything can be stated simply. And that's good enough for me.

Wednesday, March 02, 2005

Wednesday the 2nd, 22nd day of Lent

The world is changing, it always does I guess. But lately I have been thinking of the recent events in the Middle East. The people of Lebanon want the Syrians out, which I can't say that I blame them too much. The New York Times and a lot of other newspapers have been applauding President Bush for kind of setting the stage for these events in Lebanon with the Iraqi war. I understand that the war in Iraq has been one of the factors in this recent uprising, and I applaud President Bush for that. But I don't think that we can look at what is happening in Lebanon as solely as an effect of the war in Iraq. Communism fell in Europe without any bullets flying. The change, the revolution starts in the young people's hearts. It always has. There is a thirst in everyone young person's soul to be free. There is a spirit revolution in the Middle East. Don't be surprised if Iran is the next country in which it's young people demand democracy and it's freedoms.

But what everyone must remember is that democracy is still an experiment. We will never see a wholly democratic world. It's a capitalist world out there and it will always be.

I think that the next few years will stretch the threads of democracy in the United States, and I just pray that those threads won't be stretched to thin.

Sorry to get so political it's just what my mind has been thinking about lately, but it's not like anyone reads this anyway.

Tuesday, March 01, 2005

Tuesday the 1st, 21st day of Lent

I got an email from my dad yesterday. It was very touching and pretty lengthy for him. Which means a lot to me. My dad doesn't usually write very lengthy emails. But he said that he was thinking about writing me letter when he was out riding his motorcycle Saturday.

I have often wondered what goes through my dad's head while he is blazing down the road on one of his bikes. Maybe nothing really at all. Maybe all those things he wants to tell people but doesn't. Maybe solving problems. Maybe going back into the past and all the situations that are burnt into his tablet of a memory. Maybe he sings in his head. More than likely it is a little bit of everything. Just like me when I am out in my Jeep and the top is down and I got some tunes on my radio. Which, by the way, I can't wait to do this spring. I am ready right now to take the top down, drive down towards Alma through the Boston Mountains and listening to some Ezra on the way down, maybe some John Prine on the way back up.

Anyway, it was a nice email from my dad. It was nice to know that he was thinking of encouraging me while riding down the long highway. Above the speed limit, I'm sure.

Monday, February 28, 2005

Monday the 28th, 20th day of Lent

Last night was the Oscars. I guess they picked them alright. I haven't seen many of the movies that were nominated. I do know that I would like to see Finding Neverland. I also really like Sideways. But the movie that I really like this past year was Garden State. It was quirky. It had Natalie Portman in it. It was funny. It had a great soundtrack. But most of all it spoke to me. Not many films these days move me or make me feel a certain way. Sure it could have been better. A few of the scenes that were deleted and featured on the DVD are amazing and make me wonder why they were cut. But it is a movie for my genereation.

Sunday, February 27, 2005

Sunday the 27th, 19th day of Lent

I have been slowly reading a book by my grandfather. He isn't technically my grandfather. He married my grandmother pretty late in her life. But he has been the only grandfather I have had because both of my parents' fathers died before I was born. But Poss is the kind of grandfather anyone would want to have. He has all these tales and stories to tell. He has lived enough lives for 5 books. He has been on the wrong side of the law plenty of times. He has been called a sin monger. He has been married so many times that I don't actually remember the number. But he is a world class man. I remember one time he called me. I was a senior in high school and had given him a senior picture. Well he had to call me because one of his friends had sent him a picture of their dog and he wanted to make sure I was ok with him putting this dog's picture in a double sided frame next to mine. That's just the kind of guy he is. When I think of a gentleman, he is always the person I think of.