Banished From AOL for life?

Yesterday as I was having my morning coffee I received a phone call from my sister. She called me to ask if I was able to get on aol that morning because she was having trouble. Every time she would log on she would be immediately Booted off. She tried going through the internet explorer only to be told that her pass word was invalid. After a couple of hours I called her back to see what progress she had made and she told me that aol had band her for life. Wow, you could have knocked me over with a feather because my sister is not the type to do anything on line that would get her kicked off aol. As it turns out the violations were committed under my nieces screen name, she shares the account with my sister. The only problem is that on the days the violations occurred my niece was no where near a computer. She was up at my sisters cabin with the rest of the family for Thankgiving dinner. What we think happened is that her room mate whom we believe knows her password went online under her screen name, ooops. Any way my point is that now everything that is important on my sisters computer is tied to her screen name and is now no longer available to her. AOL says she can appeal in writing but that the chances of having the decision reversed are pretty slim.

And the nominees aren't

When I was younger I dreamed of being An actor. I pictured myself winning an academy award for best actor. I thought how great that would be. Unfortunately That didn't happen. Oh I had some pretty nice parts in high school plays and later in local theatre but nothing really important. The closest I ever got to the big time was in college, and this turned out to be a cruel Hoax. One day the instructor informed the class that a talent scout for a Hollywood production company called Rastar Productions was coming to the school to hold open auditions. If this production co. name sounds familiar it's because they were the ones responsible for the Burt Reynolds "Smokey and the Bandit " movies. Well about 15 people turned out for the auditions and the guy ran us through some short scenes and just kinda looked everyone over. Then about two days later or something like that he informed our teacher that he had parts for a couple of us, Myself included, in an upcoming film. Imagine how excited I was. Then a day or so later we get a call from my teacher explaining that the guy was a fraud. Apparently he was recruiting for porn films and was in no way associated with Rastar Productions. So there you have it, Bubble bursted.

You may have noticed I have changed the name of my Blog. I was not aware that "A Savage World" was already being used by radio host Michael Savage. So I Renamed it according to the way my friend keath has it linked on his Blog.

Following the "Tide" In time and in vain. For "Ocean" I love you Bro.

I've written in the past about my good friend "Ocean" a unique individual that left a lasting impression on my life. He past away a few years ago. Since that time I have thought about him often. For a time I sometimes would think I saw him walking down the street as I would pass by in the car or on the bus. I know that this was wishful thinking on my part because I miss him. Over the last few weeks I have had the strangest dreams In which I am in some sort of subway or train station waiting for a train. As I am standing on the platform out of the corner of my eye I notice a distinctive cowboy type hat that "Ocean" used to wear. (I Put Quotes around his name because that's the way He singed his name) Or sometimes if he would leave a note on my door it would simply bear An"X".

As I notice the hat I say to my self,"Hey that looks like "Ocean" so I start to follow him. Just as I am about to catch up to him he ascends a staircase to another level. As I would reach the top of that staircase I am just in time to see him ascending another staircase. As I reach the top of that one the same thing happens. This goes on for about 4 or 5 staircase, all the while I am just one staircase behind him and I never really see his face though I know that it is him because of the distinctive hat. And by the way at the Top of each staircase I find his Mark, The distinctive "X" That he would leave all over town, On street signs, lamp posts, fences, Bathroom walls, Motel rooms everywhere. The only difference in the "X" I show here is that his mark had 4 quotes two at the top of the X and Two at the bottom.

The story of how I met "Ocean Is two fold and goes back almost 30 years to a time when I was freshly separated from Celeste and My daughter. I was feeling lost and destitute and my home town of Napa California held nothing but heart ache and memories for me. So I decided to head for the hills or in my case the Russian river. My Friend Steve Maxwell and I packed up my Oldsmobile Vista cruiser station wagon and headed out on an adventure that would take us to the town of Guerneville Calif. On the Russian river in Sonoma county. By the time we had gotten to Guerneville we were almost broke and out of gas. Steve and I went to the local chamber of commerce because we had heard that they had a bulletin board there with ads from people looking for temporary help with odd jobs and such. I covered some of this in an earlier post so I'll just get to the part wherein we obtain work helping to build a stage on Johnson's beach in Downtown Guerneville for the upcoming"Russian River Country Music Festival"

After about week of hard work building the stage and fencing off the perimeter of the beach to prevent people from sneaking in The first half of the Job was nearing an end. As luck would have it, Dick Lyman, the guy who hired us introduced us to a fella that turned out to be the road manager for the headlining act, None other Than The "Ragin Cajun" Doug Kershaw. As it turned out they were there two days early and wanted to go ahead and set up some equipment on the stage and wanted to hire some security to stay at the on the beach and keep an eye on things. Steve and I got the Job so for the next few days you might say that we were in charge of Johnson's beach at night anyway.

On the first night I stationed myself at the N.W Entrance to make sure no one climbed over the small gate there. It was a dark moonless night and we were underneath the cover of large trees so there wasn't even any star light, so as you might imagine it was quite dark. As I stood there making small talk with some of the locals that had sorta camped out in line to get the best places on the beach for the concert I reached into my pocket for something and out dropped a hit of purple micro dot acid that I had gotten from one of the locals the day before. As you can imagine it was going to be impossible to find in the dark. I was just about to give up looking for it when a voice came out of the darkness and exclaimed "FOUND IT". I looked up to see this short Hippie looking guy with shoulder length hair wearing a flat brimmed cowboy type hat with a feather in the band. He started to hand me the hit of acid and I just told him, Man you found it so you keep it, my treat. I would not Know his name or see him again till years later when we would meet in Fairfield and discover in conversation that we had met before on that dark moonless night more than 4 years earlier and more than 100 miles away. When ever he would show up to visit who ever answered the door would just exclaim "Tides In" Thus the Title of this post.

God Save a Wave
________________By RK Savage
"God save a Wave as he crashes on your shore,
Take him in your loving care where he'll never long for more,
We live our lives from day to day not knowing whats ahead,
But I hope that we will meet again
when these earthly bonds I shed."

New day, Different light.

OK enough whining. I guess its time that I take a look at all the things I have that I should be and am Thankful for. I Have a lot of good friends at our church that Think think a lot of me. The other day our evangelist Mike showed up at my door with a brand new Queen size mattress to replace the old one with the huge sink hole in it that I have been sleeping on. It has done wonders for my back pain. Oh yea, the other day I mentioned that we were invited to their house for dinner and how I wished that I could somehow wriggle out of it, I'm glad that I did go. WE had a wonderful dinner and a really nice evening just visiting . Our good friend Angie and her Brother Tim showed up. It was a really nice time. I can't remember how long it has been since I was in a house that did not have a TV set. I'd forgotten how nice just pleasant conversation could be.

One other thing that Mike has done for me that I was just blown away by is that when he heard that I had to retire my Guitar that I have had for 36 years because it was just played out and would cost to much to have restored he called me up and told me he had a guitar for me. I had no Idea what kind. When we went to church the following Sunday I was surprised to find that he was giving me his 1981 Ovation model 1311. This just happens to be a guitar that I had always wanted when I was younger but could never afford. Now Thanks to this wonderful man I now have one. I will play it with love and cherish it always. So I guess all in all with everything that goes wrong there is also a lot of things that go right and I have a lot of things and people to be thankful for.

To my Buddy Keath, I hope that the tinnitus is getting better and that things are on the upswing for you and Cindy. Have a wonderful Thanksgiving and God Bless the both of you.

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It's been quite a while since I've sat down to write on this blog. Mainly because Debbie won't let me. It seems like every time I try to she finds something else for me to do. At this very moment she is running off at the mouth asking me all kinds of questions that she has asked many times in the past.Just to take me away from what I am doing and focus the attention on Her. I know this sounds terrible but Some times I just cant stand the sound of her voice. This is my wife and I can't stand the sound of her voice right now.

I can tell right now that today is going to be hell. My Back is out again and every time I move I pinch the the sciatic nerve and the pain is unbelievable. To make matters worse we have been Invited to dinner at the pastors house and I see no way that we can wriggle out of it. I mean He and his wife are great people and On any other day I would love to visit with them, I just don't think I will be much company the way I am feeling today. And oh yea, I messed up and mentioned to Debbie that the doctor said he was going to run a cancer marker test with my blood work. Big Mistake, Now she is all panicky and worried and crying thinking that I might have cancer.

I'll make some more entries later after Debbie goes to the mall with her brother.