The visitor

I know better than this.All those books read and old SCFI movies watched why didn't I listen to my gut feelings.

There it was just like in that movie.Pink or red eyes staring at me from outside. Slowly rising into my groggy view from the bottom floor up to my 3rd floor opened bedroom window.

My heart beating like the wings of a hummingbird I tried not to breathe not even move the slightest.Hoping no praying that what ever my visitor was it didn't notice me.

Why was I not surprised when it or whatever it was called out to me.

John...

Three times in my life I have heard my name being called with no one ever seen.The first time I was 4 years old living in Standing Rock,Alabama.At a window looking out I heard my name being called over and over by what to me sounded like hundreds of people.Over the years I've convinced myself it was only the wind heard.Least that's what I think it was.

Again it happened when I was 21.Alone in the middle of the night my name was spoken by a woman.Just once but the name Johnny was used and no one was seen.

A few years ago late at night I heard my name spoken once.John...It sounded like my Momma who has been dead for years.

Remembering what Momma always told me...never answer them...who them where I don't know and never did I answer.

A frosty haze was coming out of my mouth as I took slow deep breaths.The temperature had dropped considerable and it felt like deep winter time in that room even though in was mid August and had been a hot muggy summer night when I went to sleep.

I was scared.This time something is different.

Only once have I seen something that couldn't be explained.What I think was a ghost.The ghost of a childhood friend who was accidentally shot and killed when he was 17.

Maybe one other time a ghost was seen.Late one night while in bed I turned over and seen my friend who had long dark hair and wearing a long old fashioned type dress with her back turned toward me just staring at the wall like she was looking at something.I never said anything and went back to sleep.Morning came around and I asked her what she had been looking for last night.It wasn't me she said.

Another time late at night I heard someone praying.It was peaceful and comforting.Listening closer words I could not make out or understand.Now thinking back it sure sounded like someone chanting something like what Indians would do.Now get this I wasn't the only one in the house to hear that.

This was a very old farm type house that most likely had many families and lifetimes spent in that house.

Never would I say it was haunted but just take it from me strange things went on.

Another time alone in the house plain as day,wide awake I heard the backdoor open and the sound of a woman wearing high heel shoes walking down the wooden floor hall calling someone named Clair was heard but nothing was seen.

Another thing I can't explain.Every since I was a young boy people keep seeing me where I'm not.Seen you there seen you here people tell me didn't you just walk past me people would ask.No sorry it wasn't me.Maybe it's true we all have a twin out there some place but mine seems to be following me around.

My Grandma's each had what is the word...gifts... for the lack of a better term.They both had premonitions and honestly would scare little Johnny to death with some of their stories.Sometimes I wonder if maybe those...gifts...I inherited.

If all was told about those feelings I've had that come true either you wouldn't believe me or think maybe it was time for some MRI's or Cat Scan time so I'll just keep those to myself.

One that I will tell is about the time years ago watching the news on CNN they kept talking about a child being found in a wrecked car with her dead Mother out in California.Why are they talking about this old news I wondered?That happened several weeks ago because I seen it on the news.

No.It was breaking news just happening!

Things like that are common place for me.

Now.

Back to the pink or red eyed visitor at my 3rd floor window.

Never fear as Wonder Dog would say.

It's only some of my weird Haynes kin folk from the hills of Alabama climbing a ladder.

I must teach them about those things called doors.

A change

A change coming.
Don't know if it's cause of all the rain this summer or the fact it's hot or maybe it's just time.
Leaves have a different look to them.

I see yellow leaves falling.

Scandals

How soon we forget.
Scandals of recent times.
Be honest can you remember more than a few of them that kept us spellbound?

Sign me up

I'm joining the Flat Earth Society.
Also the No Moon Landing Hoax Group.
Might as well join up with the JFK conspiracy boys while at it.
Oh by the way Humpty Dumpty was pushed.

Let's go

If I hear one more person bitch,gripe or complain today I don't know what I'll do.
To hot,to cold,don't like this,don't like that.
Jesus I'm ready let's go!

Talk

I dislike talking at times.
Making small talk is difficult.
At times I like talking.
Sometimes I wish a smile would be enough.

Hero

Hero.
That word is used very loosely these days.
At one time to be a hero one had to do something extraordinaire.
Now if one just dies doing his/her job automatically they are called heroes.

Type of day

Tail wagging dog.
Running around like chicken with head cut off.
Faster I go slower I is.
Never ending circle.
That type of day.

Mix up

My roomie Wille is on the way to West Ga Medical Center for gall bladder surgery.
Ambulance came around 6ish and got him.
30 minutes later here they come rolling Willie back into the room.
Some type of mix up,this is closed no it's not thing.
You guessed it after getting Willie back in bed nurses came in saying take him back they are waiting on him.
Loading him up he is on the way back.
Just thinking I hope it's not going to be one of those days at the hospital.
You know,mix ups,miscommunication that sort of thing.
Willie if I was you tell the ambulance folks to stop by Walmart and get a magic marker.
Mark with a big X where they are suppose to cut.
Good luck Willie.

June bugs,fire flies and doodle bugs

Flying June bugs,catching fire flies and hunting doodle bugs.

What child of the South hasn't partaken of those traditional summer time activities.

Tie a string to the leg of a June bug and you have your own live breathing flying machine.

Your Momma would give you a small stick send one aggravating pesky kid out in the yard and show them how to hunt doodle bugs.How that doodle bug hunting song goes I don't remember but doodle bugs would only come out of their hiding place till that song was sung.

Catching fire flies on a warm summer night was so much fun.Out barefooted running through cool grass chasing fire flies at night.

The plan

We have a plan.
Wille,Mr B and me.
That plan is to win the big lottery.
With our winnings we have been talking about how it will be put to good use.
10% off the top goes for God's work.
The rest well we gonna just blow.
The first step is to buy one of those fancy smancy RV's.The big one.With all the comforts of home plus some.
You name it or dream it our RV will have it.
Just traveling around the country where ever our hearts desire to go.
Next a driver.
Now my Georgia drivers license is still good for 7 more years and if you can just get me in the drivers seat I'm sure I can drive it.
But Willie,Mr B and me are going whole hog first class big time so the driving will be left to someone else.
Next on our plan is nurses our own personal nurse.By the way applications are being accepted as I speak.
Next on the needful things list will be a chef.
A chef who do down home style cooking you know the good food,pintos,taters and cornbread.
Now Gary.Just don't tell Gary our friend here at the home.Please do the world a favor and don't mention any of this to Gary.
Let me tell you why.
Gary we all love him like a pesky little brother but Gary rides around in his big red power chair all day and has the bad habit of running over people's feet and toes.
If you have a sore toe Gary must have a sore toe radar system or something and it's guaranteed he will run over said sore toe.

So that is the plan on our good fortune and the big lottery money.
Just please do us all ,the world,all of humanity a big favor,don't tell Gary of our plan.
He will want to drive the bus !

Get the crane

Today is starting out great !
Ms Janis who works here brought homemade biscuits and fried golden brown just right salmon patties around 7 am.
Yesterday Ms Janet who also works here brought me a chocolate sundae loaded with nuts,cherries and whipped cream.
Another Lady who works here,Ms Kathy has promised me BBQ ribs and the trimmimgs around noonish.
I will be so heavy they will have to use a crane for getting me out of bed.
Oh I forgot they already use a lift to do that.

Taking pleasure

Why do we humans love to see someone else suffer?

What pleasure could a normal person get out of that?

Someone falls from grace and us humans glee on the fact somebody got caught doing what shouldn't be done.

I think the real reason we take pleasure in other's suffering is the fact we got lucky and didn't get caught our self.

I'm not crazy I just don't give a darn

I'm bored totally this morning.

So bored I can't take my before lunch nap.I will just wait till after lunch for my daily siesta.

Just how bored you may ask?

Well sit down and let me tell you.

Thought I heard an airplane and I was cricking my neck looking for it but it was just someone cutting the grass here.

So bored I was on YouTube watching cartoons of Daffy Duck.Just like Daffy said "I'm not crazy I just don't give a darn"well spoken Daffy I agree with your philosophy.

Lunch will be boring I know.I want some home cooked pintos,seasoned,add salt please,cornbread not to thick,fried sliced/diced potatoes crispy.If I see anymore frozen TV dinner what they call vegetables I will just give up in disgust.I'm tired of looking at steamed veggies,broccoli and cauliflower.

Like my roommate Mr B said"I have been eating food I like for nearly 100 years so don't tell me what to eat".

Amen Brother Ben I agree.

Same o same o day in day out.

No wonder most of us have Daffy's outlook on life.

The cool Indians

I think this has  been mentioned before.

I'm of Indian blood.It runs through my veins.

Granny Haynes was an Indian the story goes so that makes me least 1/4 Indian.

My Indian ancestors where well what's the word...different.

They where the cool Indians.

Forsaking the usual Indian customs of the time.

Example.

The tribe I belong to didn't wear buckskin clothes.They chose more casual attire.Bermuda shorts T shirts and flip flops was the clothing of choice.And the ever present Ray Ban shades always close by.

My tribe didn't ride ponies.Being of the cool tribe they rode motorcycles.You have heard of Indian motorcycles right?

The Trail of Tears that our fellow brethren from the tribe of Cherokee and Creeks where forced marched from this area of Georgia and Alabama to the reservations out in Oklahoma we got wind of that plan and skipped out on it.

My tribe,the cool Indians leased a Carnival cruise line ship and headed to Jamaica.

If we could not ride our cycles we sure wasn't walking.

So we being of the cool Indian tribe learned new cool things down in Jamaica.
New music like reggae,Bob Marley,and new things to put in our peace pipes.

Life is good when you belong to the cool Indian tribe.

We don't say" how" like most Indians we use this expression "what's up dude?"

Everything I tell you is true.

Believe me right?

Wrap myself up

On this hot muggy day I feel chilled to my bones.

I just want to wrap myself up in a musty smelling old patch quilt take a big feather pillow and go lay under a Pine tree and sleep.

Snuff,smut and kerosene

Snuff,smut and kerosene.

No well equipped first aid kit should be without these essential ingredients.

You may think I'm joking but no it's true.

Back in the old days that's what folks had to work with in medical emergencies.

Everything from stubbed toes to gun shot wounds where treated with these things.

No such thing as going to the emergency room and doctors where far and few.

More than one occasion I have benefited from these treatments.

Bee stings?Use some used if I may add snuff.

Once after being hit in the head with a sharp pointed brick Momma just reached in the fire place and got a little dab a do ya smut and packed that bleeding like a stuck pig hole up.Having a flat top hair do at the time it stuck out like crazy and till this very day I think a black spot on my scalp remains.It was 3rd Sunday in May Decoration Day up in the country.There I sat all dressed out in my white shirt and tie on the Church pew with blood dripping down the side of my head.If anyone noticed they didn't say anything.

I know what you're thinking that sharp pointed brick to my head explains a lot of things about me.

Kerosene was for trauma medical emergencies.

Things like when my Daddy as a kid(I have heard he really had a temper back then)took a ax to his older brother who had made him mad and sliced off my Uncle's heel.No ER.No doctor.Just wrapped the foot up in a kerosene soaked rag.Far as I know it worked.

Another ole timey medical remedy for cowboys.They would carry a bottle of whiskey in their saddle bags in case of snake bites.They also carried a rattler with them in the other saddlebag.Think about that one you will get it.

Don't forget the hot boiling water.Every TV doctor had to have hot boiling water.

I'm sure there are many more home remedies and bet you can think of a few yourself.

10 things I miss about the Beverly Hillbillies

10 things I miss about the Beverly Hillbillies:
1.Elly May.
2.Jed and his sayings.
3.Granny and her fixings.
4.Jethro Bodine double naught spy.
5.Elly May.
6.The Drysdales.
7.Elly May and her double shot slingshot.
8.Ms Jane  -  sorta.
9.Elly May.
10.If I haven't mentioned her yet Elly May.

Miserable weekend

A miserable weekend.Toothache.Wisdom tooth.

I think.

Talk about pain I had it.

Tooth,ear,eye and my lymph nodes or glands where swollen.

It all started sometime Friday night.

Usually I don't pray for myself but pray I did.Then I figured God gave me enough sense to ask for a pain pill.

Tylenol didn't phase the pain a bit so when the morning nurse came around we went one step higher with pain pills and they worked.

A blessing.The pain would stop for awhile.

So not so bad now not miserable.

Just thankful that God gave people talents to invent things to take away pain.

Detroit Rock City

Detroit is broke,busted,bankrupt.
Years of corruption finally caught up with them.
Years of mismanagement and bad judgement.
But Detroit the motor city has one thing going for it.
A song by Kiss.

Queenie

Boy.It's a boy.The Royal baby watch is over.

Dang that's all the news folks are talking about.

Sorry Quennine baby I really don't care and I'm not interested.

I'm so glad I'm an American and don't have Royal folks that people bow down to.

Those Kings,Queens,Prince and Princess they got a good gig going on over there in GB.

Like that old song by Dire Straights money for nothing.

But that's their business.

If them folks want a King and Quennie more power to them.

Wish for the same

1969 I was 17.
Each week there was a TV program that I watched religiously.
About a free soul on a Harley traveling the United States having a new adventure each week.
I wanted a Harley.
I wanted adventure.
I wanted freedom.
That TV program was called Then came Bronson.
After all these years maybe I still wish for the same.

Hand in the cookie jar

Corrupt people in high places.

Local,state or national it stinks.Every day I hear of it on the news.

Yesterday in a small Georgia town called East Point I hear that 200 million dollars is missing.

Explain to me how does someone misplace 200 million dollars?

Fulton County,Georgia everyday news of someone with hand in the cookie jar.

These people are stealing from you and me and they get just a slap on their hand.

Working man steals and goes to jail.

Bureaucrat steals goes to a country club prison.

Maybe it is good they are where they are,holding office of some sort,in the spotlight just so we can keep an eye on them.

Was I just dreaming

Was I just dreaming?

Did I see that?

When I was 17 my friend J.B. was accidentally shot and he died.

A few weeks later looking out my front door I seen J.B. driving down my street in his old car. The car made no sound.It was like it all was in slow motion.

J.B. looked pale like he did in his casket.

He just had this look on his face as he passed by.

A face of displeasure is the best way I can explain it.

Staring at me as he passed by I can still see that face till this very day 44 years later.

I question myself  till this time if it was real or just a dream.

Did I see J.B's ghost ?

Really

Fine as wine.
Feeling tree top tall.
Fine as frog hair split 3 ways.
Yes that is my mood today.It's really simple.Make the day go as you want.Cost no more to be in a good mood as a grumpy one does.
Think positive.
Don't let others bring you down.
Smile.
Forget.
Don't speak with forked tongue Ke-Ma-Sabee.
Listen I mean really listen.
Be happy.
And no I'm not on any medication.
Really.

10 things I like about Krystal:

10 things I like about Krystal:
1.They taste good.
2.They are cheap.
3.They are square.
4.It's a Southern thang.
5.Anything with mustard is good.
6.Anything with onions is good.
7.Pickles.
8.Okay I lied can't think of 10 things.

Jane that b

Jane that b
She left Tarzan for the civilized world.
Least Tarzan still has Cheeta.
Tarzan better off without Jane.

Umgawa

Umgawa Tarzan sez.

He is on a rampage today.

Jane,Boy and Cheeta are with him in deepest darkest Africa.

Never remember him being such a violent guy when I was a kid.

Tarzan has stabbed,shot with a bow&arrow and used his hands with extreme prejudice on a good many folks in this movie .

Cheeta is running around swiping things.

Maybe it's just good over evil.Tarzan doing his thing.

But that Cheeta I'm keeping my eye on.

Vacancy

Room 31 SW.
Vacancy.
Good view of Highway 29.
Excellent accommodations.
Must like Krystals,Pappa John's pizza and coffee.
Private jacuzzi and hot tub bring own flip flops.
Inquire within management room 31.

4 billion plus stories

Just laying here looking out the window.

Watching traffic on the busy highway.

Folks coming folks going.

A slice of life if I knew their stories.

Some happy some sad some most likely dying or wanting to.

I hear there are over 4 billion people in this world.

4 billion plus individuals and personalities.

4 billion plus stories.

I-85 and rolling south

That new Ferris wheel in downtown Atlanta.Now that is cool in my book.

200 feet tall.You ride in these enclosed gondolas.

But I keep having this vision.

Back in the 80's there was a movie called 1941.A comedy starring John Belushi.

Set in a California beach town during WW2.

How it happened I don't remember.

But that giant Ferris wheel broke loose and was rolling freely down the street till it ran off the pier into the ocean.

If the one in Atlanta breaks lose it won't make it to the ocean but I can see it making I-85 and rolling south to LaGrange.

And what you bet no one would pay any attention to it.

The tongue is sharper

Wish as you might but I don't think things will ever get any better.

Someone somewhere will keep the fires of hate burning.

Black against white,rich against poor,them against that,etc etc.

No one has to agree with the crowd thats the largest.

God gave you a good brain.Think with that brain and not your tongue.

Choose your words careful.

The tongue is sharper than any sword.

Note

Note to self.....don't eat tomatoes and lemons together.

Now what did you say?

You won't hear me complain today.
Nope not me.
Not even about chicken pot pie or that awful rice and beef tips with mushrooms.
Let me tell you why.
Reading the news about this man down in Brazil.
Talk about bad luck,karma or whatever it was he had it.
A cow walking on the roof of his house fell through the ceiling and landed on him while in bed.
He died of internal injuries.
Now.
I bet when he walks through those pearly gates ole St.Pete will call him to the side.
Now...one more time explain this to me...a cow fell through your ceiling and did what?

Jacksonville Beach Surf Report and Jacksonville Beach Surf Forecast - Florida SurfCams

Jacksonville Beach Surf Report and Jacksonville Beach Surf Forecast - Florida SurfCams

Where I'm at today !On the 15th floor of a high rise sitting on the balcony with my feet propped up and a fresh cup of Folgers coffee in my hand and a pack of those little Hav-A-Tampa cigars in my T shirt pocket.

One of my favorite places on this big blue planet.

Jacksonville Beach,Florida.

If only in my dreams.

The phone call

I gave my friend a cell phone for emergency use.He was just to thrifty to buy one for himself.

Being in the insurance business and traveling all the time and some of those places where not the nicest or safest places to be.

I can take care of myself he said joking.But I knew and I think he did also that it was a dangerous job he had.

It was a shock when his wife called and said meet her at the emergency room.Ted has been shot.

I got there to late.Ted has passed on.

A victim of a senseless robbery.Someone took his life for the few dollars in his pocket.

I had the honor of being one of the six pallbearers.All of us where childhood friends growing up on the mill village where we knew each other since grade school.

Waiting for the service to begin at the funeral home I thought of the cell phone.Guess Ted never had a chance to use it or forgot about it he never called for help.

Thinking this could be the last thing I could do for him I slipped the phone into his suit coat pocket just before the casket was closed the last time.

Ted was killed in the spring of year and now it was late summer.

At times a memory of Ted would just pop up and I would think about something he had said or done.

I can take care of myself he said but I will call you on the cell phone if I need you he joked.

Laying in bed I was awaken by the bedside phone ringing.It was hard for me to get my brain working clearly and half asleep I answer hello.

Hello hello nothing but a long silent pause then a voice it was....

Bright side

Mind if I gripe a little bit?

Lunch and supper here today was just awful.

For lunch baked fish,steamed carrots,roll and fries.I will admit the fries where excellent but that's where being good stopped.

Thank goodness someone brought me a ham and tomato sandwich that saved the day.

Supper if possible was worse.That awful brown rice with beef tips and mushrooms with grilled some type of vegetable like a cucumber but I can't spell it on the side.A roll and hot cup of coffee saved the day.

The alternative meal was that devilish awful chicken pot pie.

But my breakfast was excellent I will admit.Same meal each morning for me.Fried perfect egg,slice of toast,2 sometimes 3 slices of bacon and grits.Coffee and OJ finish it out.

Look at the bright side rest of this weeks meals can only be better.

Just add hot buttered popcorn and a cherry Coke

Chief Noc-a-homa

Chief Noc-a-homa

The Braves need you
That home run thang now used
Just won't do

Out in left field
In your tee pee
When the Braves hit a homer
You are who we wanna see

Formosa

Formosa tree in bloom
A beautiful sight
Muggy summer night
Aroma fills room

Why didn't I think of that

Why didn't I think of that:
1.Smiley face
2.Pet rock
3.That cubic thingy
4.Rock and roll
5.Bacon cheese burgers
6.Personal computer
7.Internet
8.Microwave popcorn
9.Dial 1-800-your cause goes here
10.Monster trucks

Leave you with a song

And how are you doing?
I'm good thank you for asking.
Nothing comes to mind so what to write about who knows.
Just got that need to put something down in words today.
Most of the time I just start typing and a story just flows out of me without much thought.
It's rare that I put much thought into these stories.
Maybe it shows.
So I will leave you with a song this morning.

Extreme prejudice

Gather around.Pull up a chair.Take your shoes off.Make yourself comfy.

I shall tell you a story.A true story at that.

Here goes.

My Grandma Haynes was I guess the word is contrary.Or just plain hard to get along with.

Grandma always lived with us.Maybe because her daughters maybe could not take her ways.

My Momma looked after her in sickness and health.She always called Grandma Miss Haynes out of respect plus Momma had manners.

Nothing Momma did for her was good enough and about everything she complained.

Once Grandma told the next door neighbor that she could not eat Momma's cornbread which I think was perfect myself.

The neighbor showed up at supper time one evening with a black iron skillet of cornbread she had cooked.

Harold(Daddy)she said I brought you some cornbread.Daddy spoke up and said Momma's cornbread was just fine and no thanks.

Years later Momma told me in one of our late night talks which I miss so much that if Daddy had taken that cornbread she would have wrapped that big black iron skillet around his head.

So that gives you a little insight about what Momma was dealing with.There are many more stories I could tell but it would serve no purpose digging up old bones.

My Aunt Gladys who was sick and in her last days told Momma she appreciated the way she had looked after her Momma and thanked Momma.

I was reminded of this today by one of the residents here at the home.

Nothing that was done for him was good enough,done wrong or not quick enough.

All I can say was I felt sorry for the Lady who was helping him.

In closing I ask this favor.If I ever get where I'm hateful and mean and just a pain in the ole kazoombe just take me out back and you know use extreme prejudice.

You think...

Girl flies 10,000 miles.
Plane crashes at landing.
Girl is throw from plane.
Girl is run over by fire truck.
She dies.
And you think your day is going bad?

Texas

I have kin folk in Texas.
A cousin named Cecil and his wife Rosa who live down San Antonio way and after retirement from the Air Force now sells goats.
My Uncle Lavert was sort of the family historian and just all around good guy.
I remember him telling that back in the late 1800's folks around this part of Georgia and Alabama people would flee to Texas if they had shot someone or stole somebodys horse to avoid capture.
Knowing my families history most likely I would feel right at home there.

Dog days

Dog days of summer
Man what a bummer
Hot and sky is hazy
Makes me lazy

If I end up in the poky

If ever I end up in the poky call these people please:
1.Dig up Perry Mason because he never lost a case.
2.Call in Mr T and the A team.
3.Have Rat Patrol act as my security team.
4.Matt Dillon get him on the case but leave Chester at home I can't take much more of that "Mr. Dillon Mr. Dillon" stuff.
5.Mattlock just to assist Perry Mason with a team like that who could lose.
6 Andy Griffith just because Andy had common sense and yeah okay give Barney his bullet just in case things don't go as planned and a quick trip to Ole Mexico is needed.
7.The Lone Ranger just because I think Tonto is one cool dude Ke-mo-sah-bee.
8.Tweety Bird why Tweety you may ask because as Tweety said"they don't know me very well do they".
9.Jethro Bodine double naught spy because I can't afford Bond James Bond 007.
10.Last but not least Monty Pyhton because I never understood what they where about but I liked it.

Music

Be bop
Hip hop
Doo wop
Even pop


Country music
That jive
Rock and roll
Like it live

Mozart
Canned heat
Joplin Janis that is
Can't be beat

Music
Can make you sad
Make you happy
Like M.J. even bad

Pretty sure

I'm pretty sure those where candy rubber worms I just ate.

Pretty sure.

I hope.

Mob rule

I hope this doesn't happen.

Talking about the George Zimmerman trial down in Florida.

On a radio talk show or maybe the news doesn't really matter someone said that civil unrest was planned if the verdict doesn't goes as they want it.

This is called holding the jury hostage in my book.

If  this is so just throw out the American justice system.If mob rule determines who is or should be found guilty or innocent.

Thinking back to the early 1990's this happened out in California.

Help us all.

We need it.

Never

I would never tell you what to do.
But.
I won't let you walk in traffic.
Never standby and watch you put a gun to your head.
Holler stop if you start  to jump off a cliff.
Other than that you're on your own.

Day

Laying low
Going with flow
So so day
Sure going slow

Just call me...

Around the old home place some call me John.A few call me George.Another calls me Joe.

Maybe if some would call me Paul or Ringo I could start a band.

What would be a good name.....

The Spiders...no

The Palmetto bugs   hmmm no....

Think hard and I bet we could come up with a name.

Blinders

Blinders of faith
I need today
Not look left nor right
Straight ahead that way

Walk the walk
Talk the talk
Say what I feel
Do not balk

Guide me this day
Shape my words
That I might help
With what I say

This I pray
Oh Lord
You know my heart
Give strength I don't stray

Only thing good...

That little one room shack outback.

I've been so blessed to be old enough to know of such things.Back in the day that little shack was what you could call a modern convenience.

I have took baths in old round aluminum tubs heated by water warmed up on the stove.

Watched as water was drawned from the well.That cool almost ice cold water.

Lived in houses heated by a fireplace.Stepped on many a hot coal when barefooted.That's why I'm not thrilled by fireplaces in these modern homes.But I have to admit they are relaxing almost hypnotizing to watch and the crackling of the burning wood and that wonderful aroma of wood smoke.

The good old days they are called.

Maybe the only thing good about those days is that they are over.

Please come quick

Laying here thinking.

The trumpets blown by Gabriel I thought was heard.For a second or so I thought this is it.What all believers wish for.Those that believe in God and His son Jesus Christ who died for me you and rose from death to live again.

Thinking that I wish for that day.

The Rapture.

The second coming of my Lord Jesus Christ.

The dead in Christ shall rise from their grave joining Him in the sky.

Then all else shall follow for judgement.

I don't want to sleep in my grave for years not even a day.

I wish for the Rapture.

Please my Lord Jesus Christ come quick.

Thank you

Daily I get two insulin shots for my diabetes.

It's just a habit but after each shot I tell the nurse thank you.

I got to thinking.

It just doesn't sound right saying thank you to someone who sticks your arm with a sharp pointed needle.

At times it hurts.

So I thought of this.

Instead of thank you I just say your concern is appreciated.

Much better I think.

Bible

The Bible.
I take each word literally as God's.
No room for opinion.
Interpretation not needed.
Other's viewpoints not accepted.
If I fail to live by each single word that is written I'm wrong
I am a sinner saved by the Grace of God.
End of discussion.

Be happy your word for today !

Jogging in a jar

Those joggers are out in force this morning after being shut in with all the rain of late.

Running up and down the road they are and it's wearing me out.

I want to open the window and shout out take a break go eat a cheeseburger and fries.

My Aunt Lema use to jog.She drank this stuff called"jogging in a jar",it was prune juice.Hope I don't have to explain that.

A true gentle giant

For some reason I got this on my mind tonight.

My Uncle Lavert,big,so tall he had to duck his head when walking through door passage ways.Policeman years ago in Roanoke,Alabama.Deep deep voice.A man's man as they say.

My Aunt Myrtle,Daddy's sister,small quiet woman.I remember she always had hot water on the stove and a jar of instant coffee close by.

Daddy and Uncle Lavert I heard as the story goes had been drinking.Okay maybe the word is drunk.

Aunt Myrtle didn't take to kindly of Uncle Lavert drinking.

Aunt Myrtle took a swing at Uncle Lavert popping him upside the head.

Uncle Lavert always had a way with words and as I remember the story as I heard it from Momma he looked stunned and all he could muster out of his mouth was"Ms Myrtle why did you do that?".

Uncle Lavert that Hoss Cartwright sized of a man always called her Ms Myrtle.

A true gentle giant.

But I wonder...

Mr Frank went to hospice last night.I was told he only lived a hour or so after leaving here.

What this story is about.

I seen that light on the ceiling last week and immediately I thought of Mr Frank.But that was a no brainer.Everyone knew what was coming.

Saturday the nurse told him when he got to Heaven tell everyone she had been a good nurse for him.

I have seen that light before.Three times.About the size of a half dollar floating around on the ceiling.

Each time someone has died.

I don't believe in ghost. I believe what the Bible said.The dead are like in a deep sleep.

Never have I seen a ghost.Don't really care to.

But.

I guess it was a dream just a dream but I woke up and for a split second someone was just standing by my bed.This was just after a roommate died last year.It sure looked like him.

I didn't tell anyone.But get this my other roommate told me of a dream he had one night.Someone standing by his bed.Just like my dream.

I have been raised thinking that the dead know nothing,don't fear the dead and the Bible which I take literally word for word said death is like a deep sleep.Sleeping till the day of judgement.

But I wonder...

Shame

These folks who gripe and complain
They nothing just in the butt a pain
Never taking  blame
Ain't it a shame

Before you judge

Before judging anyone take a good long look at that person staring back at you in the mirror.

OCD

OCD.

I'm a recovering OCD.

Obsessive Compulsive Disorder.

Guess I've always been OCD.

Thinking back it was grade school I started with it.Questioning myself if I understood the teacher correct.

Later on as I got older I had to say the same prayer each night in the correct order.

As a teen my clothes had to be so so.Spit polished shoes clothes ironed and no lint.Lint I hated.

As a adult my house had to be perfect.A place for everything and everything in it's place.

Once maybe twice I have been called an OCD with an attitude.

The shocker being I didn't have a clue I was one.

So now I know.I'm working on it and things out of place don't bother me now.

Got to go now I see a speck of dust on my...

Bed 31 C

Bed 31 C.

Please never put me there.

I think it's jinxed.

Mr F who has only been our roommate for a month is on his way to Hospice.I think he just gave up.Only here for rehab but what went wrong who knows but only God.

I have been here for 1 year and going on 7 months.

It seems that everyone who has bed 31 C does not do well at all.

Last July our roommie Rabbit died.He just lost the will to live.Only in his early 50's.

Booker T same thing just gave up and was sent some where else and he died.

Mr I can't think of his name right now left went home and was found dead in his yard.

Then there is Lonnie who lost several toes from diabetes since he left here.

And Sydney who was placed over here for some reason but was sent back.

Michelle who works here found her Daddy who was in 31 C dead.

Yes I think there is something to this.

Bed 31 C is jinxed.

Home home in LaGrange

Home home in LaGrange
Where the Olympians trained
Home home in LaGrange
And the workers do strain


Home home in LaGrange
Where certain people run the town if you disagree
Home home in LaGrange
They run you into the ground

Home home in LaGrange
Does City Hall care at all can't fight them
Home home in LaGrange
They make you feel so small

Home home in LaGrange
If you don't live on Vernon you don't belong
Home home in LaGrange
Where most don't know whats really going on

Home home in LaGrange
Where crooks and thieves abound
Home  home in LaGrange
And that's just downtown

A memory

A memory.
61 VW bug.
Parking lot,Krystal's,Atlanta,Ga.
Maggie May playing on someone's radio.
Summer.
Times good.
19.
A very good memory.

Recliners

Recliners.

Death traps or comfort machine?

Most homes have them.

Maybe even you.

Comfy ain't they?

I refuse to lay in one.

Want to hear my reason?

Okay.

My reason being this.

Are you sitting down?

Not in a recliner I hope.

I have had 4 Uncles count them 4 who took naps in their recliner's and never woke up.Died.

That is good enough reason for me not to sit,lay or sleep in those recliners.

Ain't that bad...

Gather around all you whipper snappers and let me tell you how it's going to be.

One day if you are lucky,blessed,or just live long enough it will happen to you.

You will get old.

Guaranteed.It will be you one day.

Don't be scared because it' not that bad.

Words when you are old take on different meanings.

What's shaking now means your head hands not what's going on baby.

Now in your old age turning heads of young girls is not on your mind just being able to turn over in bed is a big deal.

Having cool hair is nothing to worry about because having any style of hair would be great.Just having hair would make your day.

Your memory gets laxed and names and faces you don't recognize. But that can be a  good thing,all those folks you didn't like before you forgot about them.

You can eat what you want when you want and you don't even try sucking in your gut when a pretty woman walks by.It's just not that important now.

You save lots of money because you don't want to go anywhere but to bed for those precious naps.

Now a good time is just being left alone and a solid all night sleep without waking up.

Yes my young friends this is the way life is.You will find out for yourself soon maybe.

Really it ain't that bad.

Try these

Watching TV and the kid is playing with the food on his plate.

Kid pushes plate away.Through with it.Done.Ain't eating that.

Can't blame the kid.

Eat more vegetables is what the commercial is about.

Vegetables are my favorite.But not what that kid was eating.They looked liked frozen warmed up/steamed TV dinner type of vegetables.

Buy some dry butter beans or pintos boil them with some seasoning adding a little salt,fresh corn on the cob,cucumbers,tomatoes home grown,peppers and radishes.Peas shelled any type.

These are real vegetables.Fresh.Home cooked.Add cornbread and onion.

Try these on your kid.

Throw out that mixed in the bag frozen stuff.

Butt face man

Just had my behind rubbed with cream.

That was unusual.

I'm allergic to something and at times my face gets red blotches.The nurse will rub a cream on my face and that helps with the itching and red blotches.

I got to thinking after my behind was rubbed and not my face this morning.

Did the nurse get my butt and my face confused?

Just call me butt face.

Little white paper bag

It didn't set well with me.

A group that shall remain nameless just sent a roommate a bag of goodies to thank him for his service to the country.

He was in WW2 serving 3 and 1/2 years in France.

The gift bag contained 3 peppermint candies wrapped in a patriotic napkin,soap,toothpaste and a pair of socks ,shampoo and conditioner.

My friend was thankful and appreciative.

Give your best the Bible commands.

In my humble opinion I think maybe a steak dinner or what ever that my roommate would like makes a better thank you.

Maybe a sincere handshake or hug giving him thanks would been better.Long as it was real and meant.

I guess it was just to make the civic group feel good about them self really.

He  sacrificed and gave his best.

That little white paper bag with an American flag just didn't seem enough.

A few sure things in life that will happen

Back in the old days all the cotton mills would shut down for the 4th of July.

That was the universal worldwide time of vacation week.

Several things in life are a sure thing.It's going to happen.

Death,taxes,and spending your vacation in Panama City Beach,Florida.

The Redneck Riviera.

The other sure thing in life that was going to happen is this...

The first people you would see when arriving at the beach at PC would be I guarantee are your neighbors.

Never failed.

Bet you are...

Little Krystal burgers
Little Krystal fries
That's good eating
I tell no lies

Add a couple chili pups
Maybe a few corn dogs
Big CoCola
In case of hicups

Don't forget chili cheese fries
Maybe just a bowl of chili
Top it all off
With a slice of lemon pie

Yes this I could do
Krystal my favorite place
I'm ready to go now
Bet you are to

4th of July,Watermelon Festival and smoking stolen Bull Durham cigarettes

4th of July,Watermelon Festival and smoking stolen Bull Durham cigarettes.

I'm guessing it was when I was 14.Aunt Gladys and Uncle Leon had came for a visit.We where living in Newnan,Georgia at the time.

Have patience my friends and it will all be clear to you.

At that time in my life I among all the other kids in the neighborhood where slipping around smoking.My folks smoked so I had a ready supply of smokes to swipe one every so often
from.

For some reason Daddy had started smoking Bull Durham cigarettes.Why he switched from Winston taste good like a cigarette should I never asked.

Bull Durham now for those not in the know had a bull on front of the pack.I think I know why to.

I swiped one and rushed off for a quick smoke in the rough unfinished basement that served as a hangout for the uncoothed kids in the block.

That was the most Devilish awful thing that ever touched my lips.Strong was not the word for it and that taste if I think real hard it all comes back easily.

Thinking back that was maybe Daddy's plan to cure me of cigarette smoking.It almost worked.

Off we went to the 4th of July Watermelon Festival at the big farmers market in Forest Park,Georgia.

There I had a brush with greatness.

Of all the people in the world to be performing there it was Porter Wagoner and the Wagoners,Speck Green and some unknown woman named Dolly Parton.

Yes that Dolly Parton.A very young Dolly Parton I might add.

I think my Uncle Leon was smitten by this woman named Dolly Parton.Who knows why maybe if I had a couple of guesses maybe I could figure it out.

So my friend that is my story of 4th of July,The Watermelon Festival and smoking stolen Bull Durham cigarettes.

Happy 4th of July to you !

I don't mind

Let it rain
I don't mind
Think of it
As liquid sunshine

Big white butter beans

Big bowl of big white butter beans.Boil till done and soft.Thick soup.

This is what I want.

Thin greasy cornbread and a big ole sweet onion and that would make me very happy.

Add a cold glass of that old fashioned thick buttermilk.

Shoot while on the subject add some thin sliced fried golden brown potatoes.

Could you find it in your heart to FedX me a care package of big white butter beans?

Need my address just ask.

I can be a kid again

Ahhhh! Armour can chili.

This stuff is good.As a boy on those summer nights camping out this was my favorite.

Just add a box of soda crackers and a CoCola in a bottle and it's a meal fit for a king.Well good enough for me anyway.

Nothing taste as good as chili mixed with pine needles and a little dirt(all by accident of course)with your scrambled eggs for breakfast.

At that age around other boys you tend to be not so picky about what you eat.

Those summer nights in the backyard camping.Up all night well late anyway just looking at the stars talking this and that.

Even being ate up by the skeeters you braved and really it didn't matter.

It was fun.

In my old age maybe I can't do that anymore but I have the memories I can relive when I close my eyes.

At night I sometimes put my headphones on and go to YouTube and fall asleep listening to a tape of a campfire crackling and the sounds of crickets owls and such.

It takes me away from the worldly things now facing us all.

I can be a kid again.

That can of chili I can almost taste.

Big blue light

Big blue light
It fell out of the sky
What it was I don't know
I was scared thought I'd die

Never seen nothing like that
Would have run
But you know I'm to fat
Wanted to sprout wings and just fly like a bat

It seen me
I seen it
Boy I tell you
I was a having a hissy fit

This big door on that machine
Opened up wide yes it did
Out came a wobbling
Was this mean looking thing

What do I do
What do I say
All I could think of
Was just say hey

It looked around
Floating a foot off the ground
Then it asked me
Which way to town

Go down yonder
About a mile or two
See the big oak tree
That's where town be

Off it went
Floating off the ground
What it wanted
Who knows I'm not sticking around

Feets do your thing
I'm getting out here
That thing looked so mean
Maybe it was just all them beers

So I lived
To tell about that light
How it scared me
And gave me a fright

A reason

I just finished talking to someone.

The subject was faith.

Faith I have.It hurts me when people question my faith.

I know God can heal.

The way I see it if God thinks a healing for me is needed He will.

I don't question his reasons.That is my faith.

Maybe God has a reason a plan for me that doesn't include walking.

Reason my fingers are rusty

My computer is dusty
It's growing hair
Reason my fingers are rusty
Clean it I wouldn't dare

My computer is getting old
It's a bit slow
But I loves me puter
This I know

It keeps me company
Music news and video
Even got puters that
Can take on the go

TO SHI BA
That's it's name
Whole .lotta fun
I do claim

I know you will

Face is getting round
Packing on the pounds
So I eat a lot
No meals have I forgot

Pants are tight
Shirts getting small
Might be because
No walking I do at all

Just call me fat
I know you will
But remember this
Burgers and hot dogs I call a thrill

So pass that shake
And the fries
Please no food that's baked
I'd rather have cake

Magnolia tree

Just bury me
Under the Magnolia tree
Full of blooms
No sadness or gloom

There I'll rest
Sleep I will
Under the Magnolia tree
There I'll be

Just sitting quiet...

Just sitting quiet the other day.

Taking in all my surroundings.

Things I heard.Things I seen.

Lawdy help me Jesus one was crying from a room.

Another up the hall sounded like an old fashion hell fire preacher fixing to bust out in a sermon on hell and damnation.It sounded good I could almost smell the brimstone.

People walking around talking to themselves.

And that was just the nurses.

Be the one

It could be you.1 more page view please and that will make it 12,000 views.

Yes you could be the one.

No grand prize no mention of your name no fame or fortune.

Just the pleasure of knowing you are number 12,000.

Come on.

Be the one.

Pathetic

Yep.

Just as I thought.

Slow news summer.

News networks are desperate.

Paula Deen seems to be all they have.

CNN is even having a special called "THE N WORD".

The word for this is...

Pathetic.

Beautiful

No need for me to put the headphones on and listen to some tape on YouTube of a thunderstorm tonight.

Got the real thing going on outside my window.

Beautiful !

My Father's son

I was listening to an old song tonight.

David Allen Coe.You Never Called My Name.

For some reason I got to thinking about you Daddy.

 I understand you much better now.Things about you that I did not like I can see in myself now.

I am my Father's son.

I was there

Come my children gather around and let Uncle John tell how things use to be.

Way back in 1981,August something happened that would change the way things where done.

But first a little history.

There was a time children when people just had radio.

But wise men spoke of a day that would come.A day when there would be a box.That box would be magical full of surprises and.delights.

A day when there would be a radio that you could see pictures on.Moving pictures and it would be called TV.

That day came.

Now as mentioned August 1981 came a TV station called MTV.

Music could be seen on our TV's.

I was there children.

The first music video played that day was Video Killed The Radio Star.

So people went from listening to the radio waiting on the day they would have radio with pictures to listening to music on the TV.

Ironic ain't it?

Just John

Just John.

Nothing else nothing more.

Just call me John.Not Mr John.

Not Mr Hayes,Haines,Hays.

Not even Mr Haynes.

Just John.

Feeling the love

Feeling the love.Yes I am.For the past 2 weeks I have been celebrating my birthday.

My Dear TFH family has gone all out.

Cookies,cupcakes(red velvet)Papa John's pizza,2 times I say again 2 times my favorite meal of hamburger steak,crinkle cut fries and Texas Toast.

I even got a Sugar Daddy all day long sucker here on the table waiting for me.

Yesterday morning I was awaken with a cup of Mc Donalds's coffee and hot strawberry pie.

Yes I'm feeling the love and it's starting to show as in my pants are getting tight.

Lesson time

 How to speak Southern and fit right in:
1.Cheer-thang you sit in as in Lazy Boy cheer.
2.Flo-you can walk on it or if from a big family sleep on it.
3.Doe-not the animal but that thang you knock knock on as someone knocking at the doe go see who it is.
4.Fanger-most got 10 but I did know a girl who had 12 and also she had 12 toes-cool.
5.Winder-as in sit in your Lazy Boy cheer just looking out the winder.
6.Shoot fire-expression of great amazement.
7.Gaa Lee-same as shoot fire.
8.Chitlins-Dont ask I ain't even that Southern.
9.Dawg- simple-goes bow wow has four legs and a waggy tail.
10.This is where you get to make up your own-

How about you?

This immigration thing.

What's the big deal?

Way I see it if you ain't a native American as in Indian you are one.

Yes you are a immigrant.

Even me .

I'm a legal alien immigrant from Alabama.

How about you?

I think we are not

This Paula Deen thing just won't go away.

Must be a slow news summer and the holier- than- thou news folks got to have someone to judge.Maybe to cover up their own sins.

Let me refresh your memory.

1996.Olympics.Atlanta.Georgia.

Centennial Park bombing.

Richard Jewel.Working security finds suspicious package and warns people to get out of area.

It's a bomb.

Explodes killing 2 and injuring many.Mr Jewel is a hero saving many lives.

Now comes Mr and Mrs news persons.On just a hint no real proof they accuse Richard Jewel of being the bomber.

Making a long story short they ruin his life.Hounding his every footstep.Parked out side his front door with cameras waiting for something big to happen.Johnny on the spot these news folks are.

He is innocent.Eric Rudolph is the guilty party of this bombing and several more.

Mr. Jewel is never apologized to and it all was swept under the rug by the news folks.And if I'm correct the law enforcement people also.

So.

When looking in that mirror this morning,stop,take a look at the reflection and ask...Am I'm qualified to judge?Am I sin free?

I think we are not.

Ode to my TFH family

Tell you what
Big job gotta do
Hugging pretty Ladies
Starting with you

Love you all
My TFH family
Birthday was super
I had a ball

Gonna ride my light
Gonna be a pest
Just cause ya'll nice
I tease ya in jest

Some things don't have to say
Just want ya'll to know
Each and everyone of you
Sure make my day

I'm not through

Days of disapointment
Ups and downs
Times of bliss
No reason for frowns

Good and bad
Saddness and happiness
Lots of good luck
These days I've had

I'm not through
Not giving up
Life is Precious
Have plenty to do

In the scheme of life

I have come to realize that in the scheme of life I'm just a minuet particle of dust.

Nothing more nothing less.

I have left no lasting impression on this world.

A memory is all I will be if so lucky.

My secret...

I have a secret.Don't think this has ever been mentioned before.

I'm a New York Yankee baseball fan.Yep my favorite team.The Atlanta Braves come in second place sorry about that Evan Gattis.

My reason for being a Yankee fan.Age 4 living in Standing Rock,Alabama.Summer Saturdays.Watching black and white TV.

Back then baseball games where shown only on Saturday.

The team I remember watching was the New York Yankees.They where sorta the hometown team for us folks living down here.This was way before the Braves came to town.Maybe even before the Atlanta Crackers baseball team.Yes I kid you not that was their name.

Mickey Mantle,Roger Maris,Yogi and Whitey I heard and seen them on TV.

They where the only baseball team I knew.

So that is the reason I still call them Yankees my team.

The little boy from Standing Rock,Alabama is still your number one fan.

Interesting facts about my birthday

June 24th 1952 on a  Tuesday I John Lee Haynes made my entrance into this world.

1514 Vernon Road LaGrange ,Georgia.City County Hospital.

The temperature 10 days later on July 4th would reach a record high of 104 degrees.

On your Way to Your Birthday on 24.June.1952:

You were born on Tuesday on 24.June.1952 and you think this is your oldest day of your life history but you are sadly wrong. Let's surprise you:

19.August.1951, Sunday, (Your birthday -310 days):

On 19.August.1951, Sunday, your father has produced the semen that will be half of you soon.

He produced 1000 sperms every second of his life and you will be be lucky one out of 500 million sperm he sent on their way in the conceivement. You may find interesting to know that if he had drunk (or not drunk) coffee on this Sunday morning, you might born completely as someone else (for instance in the opposite sex) as kafein changes the speed of male sperms.

3.September.1951, Monday (Your birthday -295 days):

Today your mother ad her last menstrual cycle and started building up the egg, that will be the other half of you.

After today, she will not have this cycle again for a very long time (thanks to you!). She spent Monday as moody, anxious, short-tempered and you should be glad, you were not around her that day!

18.September.1951, Tuesday (Your birthday -280 days):

Your mother's egg is ready to build the other half of you and your father and your mother got together to make you.

But there is still no "you" around so don't get excited much. It can take several hours for your father's sperm to reach your mother's egg and now it is just on its way out.

19.September.1951, Wednesday (Your birthday -279 days):

Out of 500 million sperm on their way to your mother's egg, the sperm which built you has won the race by coming first and the sperm and the egg is became one to make your very first cell. Do you see how lucky your half (the sperm) be by winning coming up first among 500 million other rivals? Never tell you are not lucky anymore!

We can call Wednesday, 19.September.1951 as your "first day alive" because this is when you are a living entity, an embryo, congratulations! Although you are just a 1 cell creature today your unique DNA is also formed so your future destiny like your sex, height, physical apperance, intelligence, characteristic and vulnability to certain dissesases is already been determined.

3.October.1951, Wednesday (Your birthday -265 days):

If your mother is an intelligent women, she would have suspected that she is pregnant at 3.October.1951, Wednesday. She is not very sure yet but she is suspicious. We hope she was excited and joyed, not worried.

10.October.1951, Wednesday (Your birthday -258 days):

Today your mother is telling your father about her pregrancy and he is celebrating to be a daddy!

Day 10.October.1951, Wednesday is also important in that, your heart has pumped for the first time today. We don't know if it is a coincedence that your father learned about you in the very day, your heart first pumped!

25.December.1951, Tuesday (Your birthday -182 days):

Your parents could have lawfully got an abortion until 25.December.1951, Tuesday so this is also an important day of your life. Today they decided you should live!

We are glad they didn't otherwise, we'd lose one site visitor in pokemybirthday.com.

24.June.1952, Tuesday(Your birthday):

You are born to a cruel world. Happy birthday little buddy! We hope you remember to enjoy your life which was a big journey from day minus 310 to today.

Something Interesting Fact About Your Life

Born 24.June.1952?: Here is some intersting in your life:

(Add courtesy of PokeMyBirthday.com and feel free to post this info about 24.June.1952?)

• Your lucky days are Tuesday (Conceivement date, Your parents decided to not to have an abortion, You were born) and Wednesday (Your first cell is built, Your mother suspects she is pregnant, Your heart beat for the first time).
• You are exactly 61 years 1 week 6 days 22 hours 58 minutes 21 seconds old.
• You will receive your next birthday gift in 1 day 1 hour 1 minute 39 seconds later.
• If your hair were never cut since 24.June.1952, it would be 8.889 m. today.
• If your nails were never cut since 24.June.1952, they would be 2.206 m. today.
• An apple tree seeded on 24.June.1952, bore 5,417.144 kg. apple till today.
Its contribution to economy is $21,614.4 and it fed 9,089 people. We hope that in your life you, as a human being, achieved more than that poor apple tree