Song Lyrics Sunday – Sunday Morning Coming Down

My Sunday Morning Reflection:
In the 1970’s, I was in the Army and stationed in a small town in West Germany. My wife and child were 4753 miles away in Kansas City, Missouri. Since it wasn’t considered ‘manly’ to shed tears in front of your roommates, early Sunday mornings, while my comrades slept off another Saturday night, often found me walking the streets of Ettlingen alone. Feeling sorry for myself and pretty much hating the world.

I think that each one of us needs that time where we can block off the problems of the real world and reflect on who we are and where we want to go. Even today, though my life is in a much better place, I get up early on Sunday mornings and head out for a walk in search of inspiration and reaffirmation.

This song always comes to my mind as I hear my footsteps tap the empty sidewalks along silent streets. I remember the loneliness and depression of those days. How easily I could have slipped into the darkness and not returned. How narrow that margin is between who each of us are and the man living under the overpass.

I think about how we’re always complaining that the world is rapidly changing and we wish we could go back to our childhood. On my Sunday morning strolls, the church bells still echo through the crisp October fog, children still run and laugh in the city park, and the sun still manages to poke its way through the haze of the morning. In our busy lives, we just don’t see them as clearly as we did as children. But I see them on my lazy Sunday morning reflections and they make me remember also, the promise that I made to myself on those empty streets so long ago. I swore that once I was reunited with my wife, I would never leave her side again.

Songwriters: Kris Kristofferson
Sunday Mornin’ Comin’ Down lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

Well I woke up Sunday morning
With no way to hold my head
That didn’t hurt
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn’t
Bad so I had one more for dessert
Then I fumbled through my closet
For my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty shirt
And I shaved my face
And combed my hair
And stumbled down the stairs
To meet the day
I’d smoked my brain the night before
With cigarettes and songs
That I’ve been pickin’
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
Cussin’ at a can that he was kickin
Then I crossed the empty street and
Caught the sunday smell
Of someone fryin chicken
And it took me back to something
That I’d lost somehow
Somewhere along the way
On the sunday morning sidewalk
Wishing lord that I was stoned
Cause there’s something in a sunday
That makes a body feel alone
And there’s nothing short of dying
Half as lonesome as the sound
On the sleeping city sidewalk
Sunday morning coming down
In the park I saw a daddy
With a laughing little girl
He was swingin
And I stopped beside the Sunday school
And listened to the song
That they were singing
Then I headed back for home
And somewhere far away
A lonely bell was ringing
And it echoed thru the canyon like
The disappearing dreams of yesterday
On the sunday morning sidewalk
Wishing lord that I was stoned
Cause therels something in a sunday
That makes a body feel alone
And there’s nothing short of dying
Half as lonesome as the sound
On the sleeping city sidewalk
Sunday morning coming down

Free Fall Sunday – Let’s make America great…

Not a political post

Image by Cari Dobbins from Pixabay

Let’s make America great again…

There have been more politicians than you can shake a stick at over the decades, including our current president, that have used some version of this as their battle cry to rally Americans. We all know that we want America to be great again, but what is it that we’re really asking for? What will it take for America to be great? Are we looking for low unemployment, high wages, stock markets on the rise, low interest rates or low housing costs? I don’t think any of that makes a difference. So just what is it that we’re after?

I think that deep down we all have a longing for the nostalgia of something that never really existed. That we’re looking for a place where Sherriff Taylor and Barney weren’t just policemen walking a beat, but kind, trustworthy pillars of the town who are able to keep all crime at bay without carrying a weapon. We want Marcus Welby to make house calls and keep each of our ailments and secrets to himself. We want him to hand us prescription drugs right out of his black bag and take a watermelon as payment. We want little girls in pigtails saying ‘Goodnight John Boy.” We’re looking for young lads that are willing to take out the trash and mow the neighbor’s lawn for a homemade cookie and a glass of milk. We’re looking for adults that help each other out through the tough times and throw bar-b-ques to celebrate each other’s victories. We want to have our religion back. Where we all go to church on Sunday and pray before each meal even in restaurants. We want to see children kneel at the foot of their beds and thank God for another day.  We want to pledge allegiance to the flag and have it mean more than just some words. We want drug stores to double as soda shops and barber shops to be where the quartet practices. Yes, we want hope, prosperity, kindness, honesty and freedom. But we don’t want to work for them. We want someone to hand it to us on a silver platter.

So there is always going to be a politicians telling us they will bring back ‘Main Street’… that they can make a ‘Great America’. But none of them can ever fulfill those promises.

Because small towns and Main Streets are not places to visit, they are a way of life. They are hidden inside each of us. So let’s search inside ourselves and pull them to the surface. Only through our action can we make America Great again.

Weekly Fortune Cookie – The sun will come out tomorrow.

Fortune Cookie - Sun out tomorrow20190530_065356When the future seems to hold no hope and it feels like the world is conspiring against you, remember the old cliché that when one door closes another one will open. So when hardship hits, don’t waste your energy on things that you can’t control. Be patient and concentrate on what you can change. Without change there can be no growth.


McClendon Villa September Challenge 11-24

Installment #2 of McClendon Villa September challenge (Back Where I Come From). If you would like to play along, you can find more information on the challenge here.

#11 – Were there a lot of churches in your town? How about where you live now?

Wakenda – Population 150…4 churches. Enough said.

Helena, Montana – Population 30,000…30 churches. Also, enough said.

#12 – On the Opposite Side of the fence, did you know of anyone engaged in an illegal activity?

You mean other than underage drinking, out of season hunting, hunting without a license, fishing without a license, driving without a license, car races, pulling people down the road on a sled made from a car hood in the winter, minors having sex, stealing apples or watermelons, syphoning gas from farm vehicles or the occasional marijuana usage… then no.

#13 – What color were the eyes of your first date?

Brown. If I may steal some words from Bob Segar, “A beauty with big dark eyes and points all her own sitting way up high…way up firm and high.”

#14 – Do you tan easily or do you burn instead?

Growing up in a farming community, shirts were optional and usually left at home or in the car. Cut off blue jeans shorts was the preferred attire. So I usually remained tan throughout the year. But as I grew older, society and my sagging belly dictated that I keep my body under the cover of several layers of garments. These days my achromatic skin begins to turn pink at the mere mention of sun.

#15 – When did your family get their first color television set? Do you remember the first show that you watched on it?

I don’t remember when my family got color, but I do remember the first show I ever saw in color. It was ‘The Flintstones’. I was 13 and it was my next door neighbor’s TV.

#16 – Was your hometown a “backwards” place or do you feel it was progressive?

Backwards, backwoods, sideways, reverse, behind, retrograde, regressive, inverse…

#17 – Was your hometown an economically advantaged or disadvantaged area?

Other than farming, there were two grain elevators, a store and a gas station that hired exactly 13 people. There were 5 school bus driver routes, a post office that had one employee and the road maintenance that also consisted of a crew of one. As a child, I walked beans, hauled hay, searched the ditches for discarded bottles to turn in for the deposit and shucked corn.

#18 – Did you like your childhood home? What did you like or not like about it.

With a family the size of mine, there was never any place you could call yours. The house was always filled with so many voices screaming to be heard. It was easy to get lost among the crowd.

#19 – Did you have any pets in your childhood home?

Besides my dead frog named Pete, one of my teachers gave me a black lab named George F Bungle dog. Turns out it should have been called Georgette F Bungle Dog. That dog was so dumb it could barely walk in a straight line without tripping over her own legs. But we were great friends. But as far as having pets in the house, my parents believed that animals belonged outside. With all of us already inside, who could blame them.

#20 – Did you have a neighborhood park/playground? Did you play there?

We had the playground at the school with the standard playground equipment including a baseball field. But we had an entire county to call our playground. There were many days that we would walk for ten miles or more just to go fishing or swimming. We climbed trees, build tree houses and forts. We had the entire town to play war games with each other. We would choose up sides and use rotten tomatoes for hand grenades.

#21 – Were there any flowers growing in your yard?

My mother had indoor plants everywhere; Ferns, Ivy, Philodendron, Mother-In-Law’s Tongue, Begonias and Chinese evergreen. But outside was where her green thumb glowed. She grew all the standard vegetables that she canned for winter. But she loved flowers of all kinds. Marigolds, Caladiums, Elephant ear, Hostas, Rhododendrons and morning glories. But my favorite was the peony bushes by the back fence. When I was really tiny, they were big enough that I could hide between them and the fence to pretend I was invisible.

#22 – Did you have chores?

No set chores. That’s one of the advantages of being the next to the youngest. There is always someone to do it. Or to at least share it with. The chore I hated most was doing dishes. Of course, I had no idea what a dishwasher was. We did it all by hand. Flatware was the absolute worst. So many pieces that it took forever and killed your back. I must admit though, I would rather dry than wash.(or as we say in Missouri…warsh.)

#23 – Are you ever homesick for your hometown?

While it was there for me to return to, I would have said no. Now that it is gone, I miss it every day.

#24 – Does your hometown have a website?

Since the town does not exist, there is no official website. However, there is a Facebook group at Wakenda Alumni. It’s just a place for a bunch of us ‘shitkickers’ to gather and lie to each other about those good ole days.


Yesterday, I was fully prepared to openly admit that the Orange Man finally said something that made sense when he stated that the Justice Department would investigate and prosecute any persons found guilty in the tragic death and injuries that occurred in Charlottesville.

But, just as I was about to hit the post button, his childlike nature stepped forward once again and erased the final glimmer of hope I had for his redemption. This man’s ego just will not let him keep his mouth closed and unfortunately for the world, every time it opens, more of his ignorance pours forth.

America, I beg of you, can’t you now see the pure stupidity and moronic values that we have deemed fit to call the leader of our country. It should make no difference if you are Republican, Democrat, Independent or ‘I just close my eyes and make a mark’, the truth should now be apparent. There is no shame in admitting it. We made a mistake and now the fate of the world hinges on the ability of an unreliable congress to keep the insane Orange Man from doing the unthinkable just because someone told him he couldn’t have another cookie.


You skulked down the hidden backstreets of rationality, peering through the keyholes of human decency and crawled in through the sewers of thought to whisper your name to the unsuspecting innocence, filling them with the fear of discontented oppression.

“We are America, Fuck You!” was your battle cry and the naive jump aboard your pretentious parade. Fake news… fake hair… FAKE TRUTH! Maybe we should have ‘read YOUR lips’.

Wall them out… or wall us in…that is the question.

Oh yes, my dear friend William… we are truly suffering the slings and arrows of outrageous buffoonery. Do we now take up arms and light the battle fires of resistance.

Or do we sleep… perchance to dream.

We must be careful what we dream for.