Saturday, July 13, 2013

The Brave Knight Fun-dation

     It is my hope to turn this blog into something totally different.  We are moving ahead with plans to launch the "Brave Knight Fun-dation".  Keep a close watch on progress.  Thanks for your viewings.

We want to let you know that ‘Sasquatch: The Musical’ has completed funding. They raised $3,570.00 including your contribution!

Here's a bit of an update on where we stand with the production of the reading:
  • We are happy to announce a partnership with the New-York based 5 Flights Theatre Company, who will be helping us produce!
  • We have cast the following superb actors in lead roles: Alexis Bronkovic (New York), Clay Comer (Maryland), and Eddie Leavy (LA)
  • Two actors from the high school production will join the reading! Rex Gregory will reprise his role as Mikey, and Scott DiBello will take the role of Santino.
  • Casting will continue as we hold auditions this Friday and Saturday in New York.

We will be sure to send additional updates as we continue to work on the production. Thank you again from the bottom of our hearts for being a part of the next iteration of Sasquatch: The Musical. You are legendary!

Keep Squatchin',

Why Brave Knight ?   Who is the Brave Knight ?

First of all it does not refer to me for I find myself so lacking in the shadow of the Brave Knights I have had the honor of knowing.

The Brave Knight first manifested itself from the heart a gravely ill child but as I lived out my life I saw the Brave Knight appear in the lives of family and friends as MS, Cancer and Diabetes ravaged them.  Each faced their destiny without grimace or brooding and maintained their dignity and honor to the end. The Brave Knight is dedicated to their memory and honor.  Each chose to embrace good spirit and fun in their final days.  We shall attempt to draw on this spirit and not dwell on disease.  It is my hope that we celebrate life, dignity, hope, joy, faith and honor with the Brave Knight.  We shall see if light of heart can be achieved.   


Sunday, May 12, 2013

Mother's Day in America

My wife and I took my mother to where I grew up, for mother's day. We went into an Arby's to get some coffee and I noticed about 15 old men sitting around BS-ing. When we were walking out I said to my wife, I wonder if I went to High School with any of those guys? She looked at me and said, oh my, I saw those old guys and thought 'look at those old coots hanging out drinking coffee,' it didn't don on me that they were your age, you might have known them when you were young, WOW. My mother who has demenia said I was a lot older than her or at least looked it.

Those were my mother's day gems.

It occurs to me that I need to believe in something and what I have observed is that man fails at every turn. So, am I to believe in man?  In my own heart I know my weaknesses and observe my decline, as I watched my father before me so how can I believe in myself?  We are told over and over in our country that only fools and the weak minded believe in or need a God but for me I will accept their label with all the comforts that it has to offer and let the wiser and more knowing accept their darkness.

No one ever comments.  The world is speechless.

Thursday, February 21, 2013


2/11/2013 Little Needy Duck was killed by a hawk this morning, she roamed free and freedom is risky. We are sad.

I've written a flash fiction piece about our "Little Needy"and submitted it for publication.  I will post it here after the publication runs.  I may have lied about the previous post being my last.  There seems to still be interest in this site and I am going to watch the count on my views and determine if I will resume posting.  Thank you for your interest.

Wandering Dan,
What sort of man
Was wandering Dan?
Who always made due
With a hole in his shoe,
White in his hair,
Wild eyes in a glare,
Wire basket cart,
Wheels stiff to start,
What sort of man
Was wandering Dan,
When our Uncle Sam
Was lost in Nam?
What did you see
While setting us free?
What sort of man
Was wandering Dan?
We all should wonder
Wicked politicians blunder
While this enemy rose
With class envy it grows
Weak hearts walk by
Wanting not to pry.
Wrapped in his rags
With his collection of bags
What made this man
Wandering Dan?

May I refer you to this, our enemy is relentless, we need your passion



Sunday, January 13, 2013

Pavilion completed

   Pavilion completion, from breaking ground to the last shingle took 10 hours .  The Amish are great workers and charged me less than they had quoted, imagine.  We were told we couldn't build it ourselves, not without the help of the government. So we waited about two hours before we started but no government workers showed up.  The temperature was in the teens so that might be a reason and then they are awfully busy pushing tax payers off some cliff somewhere.  Well, we just did it ourselves some how, we accomplished it.  There will be a government worker coming by real soon to tack on a little extra fee for our hard work.  The rent just went up on the old homestead.  We moved the camper under it for the winter and Mr. Duck's flock love it.  It's twenty feet wide by twenty eight feet long offering shelter from the weather and hawks.

    The next project is stone movements.  There are eleven stone blocks that I salvaged from an old stone wall ten miles from here.  The stones weigh from 250-1000 pounds and are of cut sand stone.  The longest block is eight feet long but on average they are about 3 foot.  They are going to be used for a stairway in the court yard.  The wall demo and stone loading onto the trailer was done using an iron digging bar, 2x6 planking and pieces of conduit cut for rollers. Once again Obama was no where to be found, just one lonely old man completed the work that can't be done without help.  The old stones are ancient looking, adding a grand effect to the courtyard.  It will probably not have an effect on my property taxes since they are not visible to the street.

    The grand daughters spent Sunday with us.  The older one did a sewing project with the lady of the manor.  The younger painted a lovely picture in my studio.  When the projects were completed we walked the grounds and chatted about the plants, birds and animals.  The girls found a spot in the woods where two large stones form seating amoungst the pines.  It was declared to be a special place where the girls could sit and talk when the weather warms.  The only thing missing from our lives is television, we suffer in silence.  The Amish workers couldn't believe that I don't have a television.  I am the only non Amish they know without one, it's nice to feel special.  This place is a true reality show.

P.S. Bummer is I can't post pictures because Picaso folder is full.  What do you do about that ?

Sunday, November 25, 2012

I am going to try to get some flight photos. 
My ducks fascinate me.  Mr. Duck is our oldest, he is going into his second winter and is the protector.  He rousts the three chickens and four other ducks when feral cats come into the yard.  I have watched as Mr. Duck and his legions chase cats into the woods.  Never in my wildest imagination would I have thought such things possible. 
        One of the other things about the ducks is their air shows.  Seriously, they put on a performance for my wife and I.  We have a total of five mallards, two females and three Drakes.  One of the females we call "Needy Duck" because she has a glandular problem which makes her not water proof.  Have you ever known a Duck that does not repel water ?  Needy Duck is such a duck which has also left her unable to fly.  Mr. Duck gave up on flying when his mate died because she was egg bound and I was too inept to know it and help her, as a result Mr. Duck became too obese to fly because he was depressed.  That leaves the second Drake who seems to have a crush on Needy Duck, he can fly, I've seen him traverse short distances but he seems to choose not to fly without his love.  Now that leaves us with a Drake and a female who seem to love flying.
What amazes us is that every evening when they take to the air it is an event that they seem to want to share with us.  The three who do not fly seek out my wife and I with great quacks and much ado before the two mates take to the air.  My wife and I will stand in the yard as the two take flight.  The display will last ten to fifteen minutes with the ducks circle our property with numerous low altitude high speed fly bys.  They seem to like to come in low over our heads and then fly high over the trees.  Sometimes they dive between the house and the garage and zoom back around the house.  It is quite a show.  When they finally land the five of them quack a lot and usually approach my wife and I.  It is a strange thing and you probably think I'm reading too much into it but it's one of those things that you have to be here to see.
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We had snow over night, just a dusting.  Well, here is the chicken/duck house I built, the far building is the garden tool shed. It is a walk through building and entrance to the garden.  The chicken house is a cozy little warm nesting place.

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Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Today I watched my Mallards fly circles around my

property. They fly fast, looping in low between the house and garage then shoot skyward.  We let them free range with the chickens, their wings are not clipped.  The flight takes place daily toward evening.  I wonder if one day they will head for the horizon.  They are free to choose from their list of options, that is what is so exciting about watching them.

       They have finally mastered the landing, so many times I watched them crash dangerously to earth, their landing gear buckled causing their chests to slam into the dirt and roll head over heels in the grass.  Landing is a learned skill, now they flutter their wings in a back stroke of sorts as they gently flutter to a stop.  They figured out the method by trial and error.  Freedom is so dangerously exciting.

     This morning I let the ducks out and they headed straight for the pond, it was frozen.  I watched from an upstairs window as they stood on the edge quacking, they seemed to be offering opinions on the situation.  Then suddenly one of the females started to quickly waddle toward the house, the others fell in line behind her.  They waddle up the walk to the front door quacking loudly.  When I went down to the door they quieted down and stared at me. "What?" I asked and they all started quacking again.  They turned looking toward the pond.  Honestly, this is what happened.  Birds are amazing.  They give me more credit than I deserve, I couldn't do anything about the ice.

Thursday, March 8, 2012

Rained all day here, great painting weather. MR Duck didn't seem to mind either.

 The top four are mine.
This one is a Zach.

One night at Cheers, Cliff Calvin explained the" Buffalo Theory" to his buddy Norm:
"Well, ya see, Norm, it's like this. A herd of buffalo can only move as fast as the slowest buffalo. And when the herd is hunted, it is the slowest and weakest ones at the back that are killed first. This natural selection is good for the herd as a whole, because the general speed and health of the whole group keeps improving by the regular killing of the weakest members! ; In much the same way, the human brain can only operate as fast as the slowest brain cells. Excessive intake of alcohol, as we know, kills brain cells. But naturally, it attacks the slowest and weakest brain cells first.. In this way, regular consumption of beer eliminates the weaker brain cells, making the brain a faster and more efficient machine! That's why you always feel smarter after a few beers."

Buffalo, my favorite critter.

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