Old Hipi Hiring X-Country Car and Driver

Stranded Catholic Feminista has at least 2,000 $ to hire a car and driver to transport crippled, old Witch and Service Dog, OUT of the Confederate's land of racism, rheumatism, and fleas, back HOME to the California Hot Springs, by way of CarsonCity Nevada to see Old Okie Mother Thelma, BEFORE one of Us dies.

Email Reunion/Marian Catholic HS/Class of 1967

Have You All read MarionZimmerBradley's scifi stories about the FreeAmazonGuild on a patriarchal colony planet? The Sisterhood lived in Guild Houses, and hired out as mountain guides and midwives and matrix healers, and even mercenaries. I read the whole series when I was in my feminist formative stage, late 20's, and became committed to trying to build that kind of community lifestyle for myself. It was then that I realized that wanting to be a Nun when I was 12, was because I liked the Community they had for themselves. I've since dreamed of spending my old age at the OldFeministHome, with rocking chairs on the frontporch, next to the solar-powered refrigerator filled with water, ice, and beer; camping for traveling family in the backyard, on COUCHES UNDER THE STARS! And guess what? I've got it all, except for the auxilary refrigerator, right here at BlackDogJunction!!! So, FIELD TRIP YOU SAY??? HAVE I EVER GOT A DESTINATION FOR YOU!!! We can even go to the hotsprings spa 2 miles down the road, and soak away our old ager's aches and pains. What a Hoot, Hey? Oh! Susie Southland was still traveling too, this time last year...anybody have a working address for her? "Equality of Rights, under American Law, shall not be denied or abridged, by the United States, or by any State, on account of Gender." sage --- On Sun, 10/26/08, Lynn McNeill Smith wrote: From: Lynn McNeill Smith Subject: Re: Hail! Hail! The gang's all here!!! To: "morgana sage" Cc: "Donna Jones" , "carol andrade" Date: Sunday, October 26, 2008, 4:32 PM Hi All, Do I hear "field trip"? I'm strongly considering it. Actually, I'm definitely up for it if we can all manage the timing. Carol and I were talking about it last year but never quite made it, mostly due to our schedules if I remember correctly. I am still travellin' but it takes a bit of persuasion to get me going. Wasn't it always that way? Meanwhile, we're linked up again which is good. I'm still in Orange County. Retired from my phone tech career and am studying music part time at a community college. I do play the cello, sort of. Just easy stuff. I sometimes play in the college orchestra and used to play in an amateur string quartet with some friends. Nothing like Yo-Yo Ma. More like the Jack Benny of cello. Still married to Michael and we are planning to move to Oregon when he retires which may be next week or may be in 2 years, depending on how long he feels like hanging on. He's a conservative living in liberal academia land, so it could be next week. Don't get your address books out yet. We have been planning to move north for over 30 years. But it could really happen this time. We stayed kidless, but have a number of nieces and nephews. We also "adopted" a few kids I met in orchestra and one couple recently got married and had a baby so I'm an honorary grandma. Not quite the real thing, but I'll take what I can get. Not much else to report. I'm old and fat and it's been fun getting here. Please let's keep in touch. I'm setting up a distribution list in my email but don't know what to call it. Any ideas? Lynn p.s. Donna, are you in touch with Linda? I totally lost her too. Careless of me, but I really am trying to be better about those things these days. On Oct 26, 2008, at 11:34 AM, morgana sage wrote: Whoopie!!! Our clic survives!!! Divorced in '79, have been back on this left coast since'93, and have retired(since2002) from the frontlines to just south of DeathValley at TecopaHotSprings on Old Spanish Trail. Wouldn't it be cool if we could have our own reunion this winter? My traveling days are way over...except in my golf cart which doesn't go far out of the neighborhood, but Carol is still mobile and considering a visit to my desert, and maybe Lynn is too, so maybe we could have a party here to catch up on our last 40 years??? Now that I have yer email address, I'll send links to my blogs, writing being my major occupation these days. For starters, go to my oldest... http://thebroadsside.blogspot.com ta-ta for now, Kris "Equality of Rights, under American Law, shall not be denied or abridged, by the United States, or by any State, on account of Gender." sage --- On Sat, 10/25/08, Donna Jones wrote: From: Donna Jones Subject: Re: Yo Bride'sMaid, It'sMe,KrisWilliams/Class of '67 To: blackdogjunction@yahoo.com Date: Saturday, October 25, 2008, 5:45 AM Hi Cris, Great to hear from you. Like you I have been wondering where you were. I'm still hanging out in good ole San Diego. I've been working in the South Bay School District for the last 28 years playing "Marian the Librarian." Thinking of retiring from there soon. Been divorced from Glenn since 1996, have 3 beautiful grandchildren, 2 boys and a girl. Are you still living back east? Still married? Didn't know that Lynn was a cello player. Haven't heard from her in years. Knew Carol was a nurse. She lives in Ramona the last I heard. Haven't seen her for years either. Sad how we all lost touch. We really should try to get together. I think that would be fun. Or at least keep in contact. Hope to hear from you again Donna b>

Misfit's Memories

Remembering My First Saturn Cycle When I was 30 in 1979, I killed the motor in my family’s Vega station wagon, and replaced it with a ‘73 Gold Ford Pinto w/moon roof and a hot-ass-repair voucher in the glove box, left the kids behind, safely tucked with their Father in their GrandMother’s Pennsylvania hometown, and took off for the Jersey Shore to help my Gay Uncle, Jimmy Paul McBride, restore a Cabin Cruiser in drydock. He later disowned me for editing the name of his boat, by painting out the B in OBLIVIA with house paint, leaving an apostrophe, to read the more Gaelic O’LIVIA, because before I’d left Home, I’d had a prophetic dream about being stretched out on the bow, hunting overboard trying to find him underwater. My Father’s baby brother wasted that entire winter at the boatyard trying to impress me into his ‘Christian’ Coven…so when I trumped his naming power, I crushed his wizard’s ego. Last time I saw him, he was crumpled over a cup of diner coffee, sobbing to his rich Yew Norker Lady Priestess, who asked me to leave him alone w/ her, so I did. He was bemoaning the $500 cost of ‘repairing’ my ‘vandalism‘, totally missing the point. I found out later from my Favorite Uncle Jack, that Jimmy had tattled on me to my Dad, after years of being incommunicado, who just told me recently that Brother Paul had died young(only 13 yrs.older than me), 10 years later in the Port of New Orleans. So, I guess he got the boat afloat, and he’d survived his unappealingly sinister moog music rituals. Too bad he‘s dead, but I’ll always remember him giving me The Spring Tour of the Big Apple, and taking me to the Top o’ the Tower restaurant at the World Trade Center where he bought me a Manhattan, then took me to a bar in Greenwi(t)ch Village to meet a witchy woman who gave me a gold earring, and introduced me to Perrier to sober me up before he took me home on the Ferry under the Statue of Liberty, where he “came out“ to me, and I had to tell him that I‘d known since he was a teen-ager. At the first bar on the Jersey side, I called a pit stop to run in and BUY MYSELF the bartender’s version of his New Jersey‘s cocktail…a Brandy Alexander, which he served to me just as my impatient Uncle came in from the car, tired of waiting for me, only to pull up a stool and flirt with the bartender while I leisurely enjoyed the classy buzz of down-to-earth barfly entertainment.

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Today at the computer...

Grown-up Malcolm and Granny Lil'

Intruder Alert...sending notice to LandLady.

Re: the effeminate boyfriends down the hall, who have been panhandling me during siesta at my bedroom door off MY kitchen, are hereby DOOMED to be cursed by an angry, bitchy WitchDoctor...

Old Blogger's Fan Letter.

review of my oldest blog, by Anonymous, a regular follower of thebroadsside.blogspot.com "May I simply just say what a relief to uncover someone that truly knows what they're talking about on the web. You definitely know how to bring a problem to light and make it important. A lot more people need to read this and understand this side of your story. It's surprising you're not more popular since you certainly possess the gift."