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The Blues... There are a lot of them:
Air Force, Aqua, Azure, Baby, Cerulean, Cobalt, Cornflower, Cyan, Denim, Dodger, Electric, Egyptian, Federal, Iceberg, Indigo, Midnight, Navy, Non-photo, Persian, Powder, Royal, Sapphire, Sky, Slate, and steel...yes there are a few others.
And don't forget these blues, Baby blue, Out of the Blue, True Blue, Blue Movie, Big Blue, Bluebird, Blueberries, Blue Balls, Blueblood, Bluebeard, Bluebook, Blue Plate, Blue Ribbon, Blue Monday, Blue laws, Bluenose, Blue language, Feeling Blue, Singing the blues, and last but not least, Blue screen of death.
Long considered a corporate color, blue, especially darker blue, is associated with intelligence, stability, unity, and conservatism. Blue conveys importance and confidence without being somber or sinister. In many diverse cultures blue is significant in religious beliefs, brings peace, or is believed to keep the bad spirits away. The cool, calming effect of blue makes time pass more quickly and it can help you sleep. Almost everyone likes some shade of the color blue. Blue is a magnificent feng shui color. The phrase "feeling blue" is linked also to a custom among many old deepwater sailing ships. If the ship lost the captain or any of the officers during its voyage, she would fly blue flags and have a blue band painted along her entire hull when returning to home port.
Blue is a universal word/color in many ways. In German to be blue is to be drunk... and of course, there are a few missing such as the shade you turn "when you hold your breath or cannot breathe", the song for extreme depression "Bluer than Blue" or "Blue Bayou", and Billie Holiday's "Am I Blue" and the sauce in Z.Z. Top's, "TV Dinners" and my personal favorite "Blue Moon"... however I don't think I would paint my ass blue for anyone. Yes, blue is very versatile and this homage to BLUE could go on for a very lengthy time, however, I think I'll wrap it up before I hit a "Blue note"...
Well.... I'll never again walk into a hospital ER, do a Tarzan yell, complain about the fact that my boomerang won't come back, and commence to do the Bertha Butt Boogie... needless to say, they strapped me to a gurney and wheeled me into a room with all manner of people in white coats. When asked what was wrong I replied, "My boomerang won't come back...and I feel dizzy". They stroked their chins, wrung their hands, scratched their heads, and pronounced me dain bramaged. After poking me full of holes with many and various needles, sticking me full of tubes and hoses, making me breathe a lot of weird noxious fumes and swallow innumerable foul and nasty tasting potions and pills they began to chant "ooo ee oo ah ah ting tang walla walla bing bang" which translates into "We can make him weaker and a whole lot poorer... we have the technology..... proceed to extract his wallet"...
I remember little after that... on a day soon after the chief monkey came by and pronounced me cured or a zombie...either was ok with him... After all that I managed to escape with the help of my sweet beautiful wife on June the third....as we sped away I could hear them shouting " Take two aspirins and call us in the morning"..... Home again...YES!!!!! but I never did find that damn boomerang...
I sit here basking in the glow of birthday day greetings and get-well wishes (or was that from all the candles on the cake that nearly burned down the neighborhood) wondering what's to come in my fifty-seventh year... and will I make fifty-eight? Just know I am fast losing my sight, can't feel the right side of my butt so if you feel flirty please pinch the left cheek, have to walk with a cane and what used to be my sex appeal is just my water spout...
I shall post little for a while..... it takes about two minutes to compose a post such as this in my head and an hour not counting naps to post it.....
Goodnight....and may God bless...
I wrote the following a couple of years back in the hope of educating friends and loved ones about an insidious disease:
I am all too familiar with, and pass this along due to my own experience in being diabetic, Type 2. Diabetes is becoming all too frequent and common among American people for very identifiable and reversible reasons. Believe me when I say “If I knew what I know now when I found out that I was pre-diabetic, I think I would be living a much more robust and healthy life today.” I found out I was diabetic with type 2 in 1996 and did not heed the warnings, do enough research, or make life changes until a lot of damage had been done. I can directly trace many of the problems I have with health today to complications and damage done by diabetes. The problems started with high blood pressure, rising glucose numbers, sight problems (fuzzy vision) from diabetic retinopathy, and cuts and scratches that were slow to heal due to a compromised immune system, combine that with feelings of lethargy and depression and you can start to understand just how insidious a disease diabetes is. Yet the worst was yet to come.
In November 2009, I accepted a position as Program Director/Operations Manager with a radio station in Alabama. I initially started my career in radio while I was a young man in college and after 13 years left to pursue a career in computer technology. After nearly eleven years I grew tired of the politics and bullshit in the technology sector and decided to try to go back to something more fun and looked for a radio position when I found the position in Alabama. I had only been there about a month when I came down with a very bad sinus infection. I went to a local doctor and was treated but was not getting better. The doctor then sent me to a local hospital for a series of tests. I was informed my blood pressure, glucose levels, and EKG all indicated bad things. I really did not understand because by 2009 I was not only on oral medications but having to take insulin injections as well. The doctor and his staff were so concerned they sent me to a major hospital in Birmingham for a heart Cath and told me they did not understand how I was still on my feet and walking around. That was on a Friday, the following Monday I was in the hospital in Birmingham and the heart cath was not done until that Wednesday. During the procedure, I awoke and the doctor told me that I was indeed headed for heart surgery which took place that Friday. In the space of a week, my life took a considerable change and I was faced with my own mortality. I had a major operation in a quadruple bypass that took over eleven hours. Obviously, I survived or would not be here to write this. After several months of recuperation and worry caused to loved ones I prevailed. But the story continues…
In May of 2013, I had a stroke, bleeding on the left side of the brain in the area known as the thalamus. Again more time in the hospital and grief and worry for loved ones. And it has left me with what is known as thalamic pain syndrome, a painful condition that causes a permanent burning sensation all down the right side of my body from head to toe and nerve damage and loss of feeling in my left foot and hand as well as some eye damage. Then in 2015 to further compound things my kidneys quit functioning normally and I had to go on dialysis which I now do for four hours three days a week. More time in the hospital, complications from an infection from a dialysis port in my chest, recuperation, stress, and worry to loved ones, and of course you can imagine how this can get expensive. All of it is directly related to diabetes and could be avoided with some simple effective life changes. They are the following:
Diet - This is a major one and the one I consider most important. It is also one of the hardest but most rewarding life changes that can be made. Give up carbohydrates and starchy foods such as beer, bread, cereal, potatoes (french fries, potato chips, etc.) rice, and pasta. Stay away from processed foods and eat fresh. Vegetables, berries, and nuts are much better options, and animal protein, beef, fish, and poultry, and include dairy such as cream, cheese, and real butter (no margarine). A salad with leafy greens, tomatoes, avocado, carrot, cheese, hard-boiled egg, and a raspberry vinaigrette makes an excellent selection. The point is that what you eat is much more important than you may realize. Two things I recommend in this pursuit of better nutrition is the book “ The 30-Day Diabetes Cure” by Dr. Stefan Ripich and CNP Jim Healthy. Of course, there is no such thing as a true cure but yes diabetes can be reversed and this book can get you started. Another great resource is the KETO diet which you can find much more about at the website dietdoctor.com. It outlines much of what I have written about here. An alternative lifestyle that is much healthier but enough on this and let us move on.
Weight Control - Many people have had a reversal in diabetes simply by losing a significant amount of weight, especially those who are obese or lead a very sedentary lifestyle. Using a diet such as the KETO will help to accomplish this by cutting down on sugar and starch, which are major enemies. And finally, that leads us to …
Exercise - keep moving, everything helps. Gruesome strenuous exercise is not fun but you don’t have to go to that extreme. Just keep moving whenever you can. Walking is great for the body, some simple weight-lifting repetition and a few stretching exercises like Tai Chi also help.
Everything here can be done by anyone and the health reward will be most beneficial in the long run. What has compelled me to share this information with you? I have lived a life that has been affected by the scourge of diabetes, see the effect that it has had on my loved ones who have had to deal with my affliction and the problems it has caused, and deal with the losses it has caused me in terms of health, monetary expense and personal freedoms and enjoyment.
It may be difficult to understand why I have shared this but perhaps an account of first-hand knowledge and experience can help to make a convincing difference in the love of YOUR life. Everyone deserves a better outlook than what I have lived through. If someone had been able to share what I have written here back in 1996, I hope I would have taken it to heart. I had to do it the hard way and live through it or rather suffer through it and of course I am still here, Life goes on albeit much differently.
It was late July in Biloxi, and our small band of land lubbers had arisen early, 4a.m., to have breakfast at a local hash house and head off for a day of fun, sun, and charter fishing or so we hoped. It was something that none of us had ever done before. Heading out the motel door, all of us were somewhat anxious. The air was heavy and humid, lightning was striking in the direction of the gulf and light rain was beginning to develop. Breakfast was somewhat somber and optimism was low. We talked about the "correct" breakfast to have in the event of being seasick, assuming we would even get on the water.
After breakfast and of course my favorite Community coffee, we made our way to the dock where our boat and Captain awaited. The Captain was busy giving the boat a thorough check. It was nearly 6 a.m. and though the skies did not look promising the weather forecast was more to our liking. According to the weatherman, the front was blowing inland away from the gulf and should clear within the hour with better skies the rest of the day or at least until late afternoon. The captain said his only concern was a thunderstorm to the east near Mobile and what it might do. We all made our introductions and huddled around some picnic tables on the dock, having another cup of Community Coffee, eagerly waiting for the Captain's decision, and listening to other locals expressing their concerns. They too were wrestling with whether or not to head out into the big water, risking the onslaught of storms and high seas, or stay close to the confines of the harbor and the shelter of land.
Around 7a.m. the Captain and the deckhand, Matt gathered us up and had us board the boat. The weather had broken and the whole front was pushing inland. Although the skies were still overcast, clouds were breaking and the seas were calm and there was virtually no wind. Our trip was a go!
Our Captain, Captain James we called him, was ex-coast guard and licensed and certified for much bigger vessels than the boat we were taking out. The boat was a 3310 Proline. A thirty-three-foot boat with a forward cabin, that included a galley, marine head, a flying bridge, and air conditioning. It sported two inboard diesels and was considered one of the fastest boats on the Mississippi Gulf Coast. I believe it. The Captain was a seasoned veteran with a love for water and charter fishing. It makes a real difference to go with someone you like, and with his easygoing wit, we all took to the Captain very quickly. The deckhand, Matt, was much younger than any of us but like the Captain, had a great sense of humor. As I later found out, Matt had pretty much been raised around boats and knew much about saltwater fishing. He was also a very hard worker. I know that I would never have been able to keep up with the pace he set in that humid July heat. The first order of business was introduction and information. We all gathered around aft as the Captain gave us an indoctrination of the boat, and what to expect, answered questions, and explained the rules:
Rule 1. - Safety First. This was crucial above all else and he explained what all that encompassed.
Rule 2. - Have fun. That's why we were here, and what it's all about.
Rule 3. - The Captain never gets wet!
Finally, we were off! It started with a long but pleasant boat ride. The sky was somewhat overcast so the heat was never a problem. The smell of salt water, as the wind blew through my hair and the surf splashed the sides of the boat, just served to heighten the anticipation of catching big fish. The captain was taking us far out into the gulf in the direction of the Chandeleur Islands off the coast of Louisiana and Mississippi. The biggest challenge in blue water fishing is " finding the fish ". As it turns out though, the captain had no problem doing that. Eventually, he came to a stop, explained that we were about to start trolling, and with luck, the fishing would commence. We were miles from anywhere or anything. All you could see as far as the horizon was water and more water, and occasionally an oil rig. Matt rigged the poles, put the lines in the water, and away we went at a slow pace.
I had just opened a bottle of cold water and was taking a drink when it happened. "FISH ON!" Matt hollered. I saw one of the poles twitch and shake as he grabbed for it and handed it to one of us. We took turns as much as possible in stepping up to reel in the fish or fight them as the case may be. The fishing was nearly non-stop most of the day. Many times during the day, we were literally busier than the one-legged man in a butt-kicking contest. As soon as we could reel one in and get the line back in the water, we would have another one hit. What Fun! I was mesmerized and, pardon the expression, "hooked". Catfishing would never seem the same after this. I never caught so many fish, so many big fish, so fast, in such a short time, ever, and was not likely to again. If you have never gone charter fishing, or have never been much of a fisherman but would like to try, this is the trip to take.
📷During the trip, while trolling, we all took turns visiting the Captain up on the flying bridge and getting a feel for riding on the bridge, the view, and how to spot the schools of fish that the mackerel were feeding on, which in turn led to where we would troll. Primarily we were fishing for Spanish and King mackerel and we caught some nice ones. Although we did not catch any records or "trophies" it was a blast! Most of us caught the "biggest fish" we had ever caught. I happened to get luckier than the rest of the group and towards the end of the trip landed a bonito. What a fight! At the time it was the biggest and prettiest fish I had ever caught, and definitely the most fight I ever got from a fish. I was really excited and thought that nothing could top this. I was wrong! A very short time later, being the only one not to have caught a "big King", I was getting preference to being handed the pole, when we would get a strike. (My thanks to all the others on the trip for giving me this opportunity). I was handed a pole that was bending nearly in half. What a fight! I was not sure who was going to win, the fish or me. At times I thought I was going in or going to lose the pole. Suddenly, it stopped, and felt like I lost him. I pulled and reeled and I knew he was gone. Just as I was going to pass the rod off, Wham! He took off again and the fight was on for another round. For a while, those around thought it may be a yellowfin tuna. From the boat, looking into the water they could make out a "good-sized fish" with yellow or amber markings. I don't know how long I struggled but I finally landed him. It was a Jack Crevalle! He was full of fight right up to the end. I was exhausted. I had just landed the bonito and turned right around and battled with this Jack Crevalle. I was extremely happy and proud, not to mention exhausted. We were done and started back for shore. I had a fishing memory and story that would last me for some time to come.
📷The sky began to turn overcast, and grew darker the closer we got to land. It was not looking good. As we approached, a few miles offshore the lightning started and a light drizzle began. The boat stopped and the Captain came down from the flying bridge. He laughed as he told us we were breaking rule number three. The Captain was getting wet! We all laughed. It was middle of the afternoon and we had just made it back to the dock. Everyone was safely ashore when the storm broke. Thunder, lightning, and rain as heavy as I have ever seen it. What luck. What a day. You could not have planned a better trip. As we waited for Matt to finish filleting the fish, the storm served to "air condition" the dock as we relaxed and had some Community Coffee. I told them in this day and time there were few chances for me to feel like a kid again but this day was one of them. We took our limit of fish, we were safe and we had a lot of fun, however, we did violate rule number three. (GRIN!)
This story took place a few years ago prior to the passing of my father who sponsored the trip. Thanks, Dad
His name was Tom. Thomas Dickson, yet as a child most called him Tommy and when he became a teen he preferred Tom. I knew him well, we were very close. Tom was one of those people that had a natural wit and charm about him. Never seemed to take life too seriously and was infamous for his exploits. Such as the time he mistakenly ate a whole bar of EX-LAX, when the directions called for a square. I laughed for days and it still cracks me up. When he was in the Coast Guard in California, he wanted to end his service to return to his home to be with his Mom and Sister so that he could "look" after them. He was scheduled to go to the hospital for an upper and lower GI series. In the wee hours of that morning, he got together with some friends and did a tab of LSD. They dropped him at the hospital for his appointment bright and early, still tripping. When he got to check in they gave him the usual forms and told him to go find a seat and fill out the papers.....he somehow interpreted that as go get lost. When they finally "discovered" him he had managed to find his way into the underground steam tunnels of the hospital and did not know where he was. Needless to say, he was admitted to the psych ward for evaluation, as well as the GI series... Not long after he convinced the psychiatrist to give him a General Discharge, but not until he had been put on a work detail at the hospital and was assigned to "paint" the psychiatrist's office... and did, the whole office... telephone, books, desk, chair, even the stapler and of course the floor... he even painted an obscenity under the desk drawer... So the psychiatrist believing Tom would eventually succeed in his desire to return home, recommended a General Discharge, not a medical or dishonorable but a General Discharge. Once Tom was staying with a woman and her daughter and was slated to "paint her house", while there Tom got into some sort of disagreement with the neighbor, so just to tick off the neighbor Tom started painting obscenities in large block letters on the side of the house facing the neighbor. The neighbor came over and complained to the young woman, fearing he would call the cops they took the paintbrushes away from Tom. During the night he managed to find a small brush from a paint-by-numbers kit and used it to finish painting wall-sized obscenities on the side of the house, then climbed into a tree with a pocket full of rocks which he threw at the neighbor the next morning as the guy was trying to get in his car and leave for work. Another time found Tom climbing over someone's fence to "use" their swimming pool. The guy had a nice pool and a large wooden Tiki head that decorated the pool area which Tom promptly threw in the pool. I was there when the guy came around and exclaimed to Tom's Mother "Your son threw my head in the pool!" I could go on and on. Tom left us much too early. He was born on Christmas in 1957 and died on Thanksgiving in 1978. He was one month from turning 21 years of age and I shall always remember him with great fondness. You see he was my brother, Thomas Dickson Magee. I miss you, brother.