My favorite President Barack Obama moment was when he came to see the tornado wreckage of the towns of Mayflower and Vilonia Arkansas at the request of then Senator Mark Pryor.
This was the second time within three years that the town of Vilonia had been hit by a tornado.
At the time of the visit I was working in a distribution warehouse as a volunteer for the American Red Cross. I decided to help the victims of the tornado because I felt that it was my civic duty to do so.
I still remember seeing the 3 Marine 1 helicopters that flew in from the Little Rock Air Force Base to transport him. It was indeed an amazing sight.
While President Obama was here, he toured the damaged subdivisions that were hit the hardest and then he stopped to give a speech to the people that first responded to the tornado. He vowed that the government would send help to restore the area.
This was his first visit to Arkansas as president. I was amazed that he even showed up at all.
He didn't make an appearance in Arkansas while he was on the campaign trail. It was probably due to the fact that he knew that he could not win here.
Since his visit to the ruined towns of Arkansas, they have been restored.
Thanks Obama !
Saturday, January 28, 2017
Goodbye My Love
Everyone has that iconic person that
introduces them to their definition of the word attractive. It was Mary
Tyler Moore who gave me that awakening when I was 8 years old as I
watched the re-runs of The Dick Van Dyke Show.
She was a sweetheart and she was absolutely gorgeous.
No matter what show she was in, you'd better believe that I was going to be watching it.
The last television appearance that I saw her in was when she appeared in an episode of Hot In Cleveland. She looked amazing even then.
I was so crushed when I heard that she finally died due to a diabetes ailment. Even though she is gone, she will live forever in my memories. Good Bye Madame. Thanks for the smiles and laughter that you provided the world for decades.
She was a sweetheart and she was absolutely gorgeous.
No matter what show she was in, you'd better believe that I was going to be watching it.
The last television appearance that I saw her in was when she appeared in an episode of Hot In Cleveland. She looked amazing even then.
I was so crushed when I heard that she finally died due to a diabetes ailment. Even though she is gone, she will live forever in my memories. Good Bye Madame. Thanks for the smiles and laughter that you provided the world for decades.
Monday, December 26, 2016
Memories of My Stepfather
On July 20, 1982, my mother re-married a man by the name of J.C. Clemons Sr.
The letters of his name never stood for anything. It was just his name.
I had a love/ hate relationship with this man. He was a true character indeed. He was a man that worked hard to provide for us as a family. For that, I gave him the respect that he deserved.
However, he never let it be that he didn't like me and my sister because we were not his kids.
Part of the reason that I lost my respect for my mother is because she would let his verbal abuse to us slide because it was his house.
Even though he was verbally abusive, I still had respect for him because I felt fortunate to grow up in a nice house with a man leading it. I could not say that for some of the other kids that lived in my neighborhood.
I laugh about this now, but every year that my birthday came around he would remind me about how many years left that I had to get out of his house. This started after the year that I turned 13.
I really don't think that he meant it as harshly as it came out. I know now that it was his way of reminding me that I had only a few years left until I were to become a man and that I needed to figure out a plan for my life. Some of the better memories that I had of him was during the Christmas season. He would always get excited about putting up the Christmas lights and decorating the Christmas tree. This was always one of the more softer times that he would show happy emotions towards us as a family. Every year for Christmas, outside of all of the presents that we would receive, we would also receive a full bucket of cashews, apples, and oranges. To this day, I never figured out the reason why that happened.
Another happy memory that I had of him was when he used to rent old black and white movies that starred Abbott and Costello and Tarzan for out family movie times. This was a way for him to relive his childhood as well as expose us kids to something that was new to us. I came away with more knowledge than I had bargained for. None of my friends would ever know the excitement that I would have watching those movies with him.
Years later after we had all moved out of the house, I sat with him and I asked him what it was like to finally have his house back. He replied, " I am enjoying being able to walk around in my underwear, but now I have to talk to your mother. I have forgotten how to do that. "
As I have stated before, he was truly indeed a character.
On April 8, 2010, we lost my stepfather due to a secretive battle with lung cancer. After his death, my family has never been the same. No longer do we put up the lights or gather at the family home during the holidays. Being estranged from my family is not something that I had planned that my life would be like, but it is what it is.
The moral of the story is this: No matter how much you disagree with the ones that you love, always find a way to establish peace among all of you of you. When the world has turned it's back on you, your family is all that you have left. Never for get it.
The letters of his name never stood for anything. It was just his name.
I had a love/ hate relationship with this man. He was a true character indeed. He was a man that worked hard to provide for us as a family. For that, I gave him the respect that he deserved.
However, he never let it be that he didn't like me and my sister because we were not his kids.
Part of the reason that I lost my respect for my mother is because she would let his verbal abuse to us slide because it was his house.
Even though he was verbally abusive, I still had respect for him because I felt fortunate to grow up in a nice house with a man leading it. I could not say that for some of the other kids that lived in my neighborhood.
I laugh about this now, but every year that my birthday came around he would remind me about how many years left that I had to get out of his house. This started after the year that I turned 13.
I really don't think that he meant it as harshly as it came out. I know now that it was his way of reminding me that I had only a few years left until I were to become a man and that I needed to figure out a plan for my life. Some of the better memories that I had of him was during the Christmas season. He would always get excited about putting up the Christmas lights and decorating the Christmas tree. This was always one of the more softer times that he would show happy emotions towards us as a family. Every year for Christmas, outside of all of the presents that we would receive, we would also receive a full bucket of cashews, apples, and oranges. To this day, I never figured out the reason why that happened.
Another happy memory that I had of him was when he used to rent old black and white movies that starred Abbott and Costello and Tarzan for out family movie times. This was a way for him to relive his childhood as well as expose us kids to something that was new to us. I came away with more knowledge than I had bargained for. None of my friends would ever know the excitement that I would have watching those movies with him.
Years later after we had all moved out of the house, I sat with him and I asked him what it was like to finally have his house back. He replied, " I am enjoying being able to walk around in my underwear, but now I have to talk to your mother. I have forgotten how to do that. "
As I have stated before, he was truly indeed a character.
On April 8, 2010, we lost my stepfather due to a secretive battle with lung cancer. After his death, my family has never been the same. No longer do we put up the lights or gather at the family home during the holidays. Being estranged from my family is not something that I had planned that my life would be like, but it is what it is.
The moral of the story is this: No matter how much you disagree with the ones that you love, always find a way to establish peace among all of you of you. When the world has turned it's back on you, your family is all that you have left. Never for get it.
Wednesday, November 30, 2016
Ari B - By the Pool (Official Video)
472K views can't be wrong. Be sure to check out the latest video by Ari B !
Tuesday, November 29, 2016
How My Rolex was Stolen
Years ago, I used to frequent a website called Blackplanet.com. It was there that I thought that I had met the woman of my wet dreams in a chatroom. 1SexyLady was her screen name. After months of chatting with one another we decided that we should meet in person. We met for dinner at Sonny Williams. She was every bit as sexy as her profile picture.
After dinner, we went to have fun at a popular nightclub to dance the night away.
At about 3a.m., we decided to take things a little further.
I rented a room at the Holiday Inn Presidential. I must say that she gave a workout that I would never forget.
When I woke up, not only was she gone, but so was my watch and the contents of my wallet !
When I went to log back into my account, I noticed that she had deleted her page.
It was this event that scarred me for life and that is why I find it so hard to sleep with anyone.
It also taught me lesson about buying expensive jewelry.
Don't buy it unless you know that if something happens to it that you will be okay about it.
After dinner, we went to have fun at a popular nightclub to dance the night away.
At about 3a.m., we decided to take things a little further.
I rented a room at the Holiday Inn Presidential. I must say that she gave a workout that I would never forget.
When I woke up, not only was she gone, but so was my watch and the contents of my wallet !
When I went to log back into my account, I noticed that she had deleted her page.
It was this event that scarred me for life and that is why I find it so hard to sleep with anyone.
It also taught me lesson about buying expensive jewelry.
Don't buy it unless you know that if something happens to it that you will be okay about it.
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