

I really do like that header. Turn your wounds into wisdom. You can also say, turn your grief into forgiveness.
I saw the replay of where Charlie Kirk’s wife forgave the shooter. I gotta say, I’ve never seen such strength in all my life. I pray that if ever needed that I, too have that kind of strength. I’m not sure I ever would…but I pray that I would. Jesus asked God to “forgive them for they know not what they do.”
But He’s God.
I’m but human.
A sinner.
I would definitely need the strength of the Lord for something like that…as I’m sure did she. It made me cry. I wonder if the shooter got to see it. I hope his conspirators did.
In other news, I put some new artwork on the bike.


Please ignore the mess in my garage. I’m in the process of correcting that. I was supposed to have a new license plate holder to go with it, but I guess I messed up and the one I ordered ended up being for a car instead of a motorcycle so the replacement is coming tomorrow.
Anyway, I’ve got a meeting I’ve got to get to in a few minutes. I want you guys to keep me in your prayers this weekend. I go for my Safety Class on Saturday and Sunday and for my full endorsement on my license. I’m going to try to get an issue out for Saturday, but if I don’t get this one done on time, this may BE Saturday’s issue instead of Thursday’s like I’m planning. Today is Tuesday when I’m starting it. I’ve got jail tomorrow night, FBI on Thursday night which would leave me Friday night to do Saturday’s issue…and that’s if I get this one done after I get home from the meeting I have to leave for shortly…we shall see.
Maybe if nothing else this can be a short issue. But for now…




Harley Davidson Johnny Cash Special I saw at a Car and Motorcycle show I was at last Saturday.





I just want you to know that if I win the Powerball tonight, it won’t change me.
It will change my phone number, my email address, my mailing address…









I’ve seen this next quote before and I LOVE IT!
Everything that can be invented has been invented.
– Charles H. Duell, Commissioner, U.S. Office of Patents, 1899








How does the hamburger introduce his girlfriend?
Meat Patty









Police are on the lookout after a man has been breaking into farms and stealing cows. They are looking for a male with a large moo-stash.









My girlfriend isn’t the brightest bulb. One day when she was being particularly dimwitted, I said in frustration, “What’s your IQ anyway?!”
She shot back defiantly, “20/20!”









“Doctor, Doctor, I Feel Like A Dustbin.”
“Don’t Talk Rubbish!









This guy has four daughters who all live at home. One Friday night, the doorbell rings.
The first kid at the door says, “I’m Eddie, I’m here to pick up Betty. We’re going for spaghetti, is she ready?”
The father, mildly amused, answers, “Yes.”
The second kid comes to the door and says, “I’m Joe, I’m here to pick up Flo to take her to the show. Is she ready to go?”
The guy, now perplexed, answers, “Yes.”
A few minutes later, the doorbell rings again. A kid says, ‘Hi, I’m Jim. I’m here to see Kim. We’re gonna go for a swim. Can I come in?’
The guy, becoming annoyed, answers, “Yes.”
The doorbell rings one more time, and a kid standing there says, “Hi, I’m Chuck . . . ”
The father shot him.








Once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth.
– Sherlock Holmes (by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, 1859-1930)






I have questions…

I agree…I love this analogy, also.


A fellow in a bar notices a woman, always alone, come in on a fairly regular basis. After the second week, he made his move.
“No thank you.” she said politely. “This may sound rather odd in this day and age, but I’m keeping myself pure until I meet the man I love.”
“That must be rather difficult.” the man replied.
“Oh, I don’t mind too much.” she said. “But, it has my husband pretty upset.”

And with that blast of positive motivation, I’ll let you get back to your day. So, this made it out on Thursday after all, and we’ll hope for Saturday. May God Bless you with Love and Happiness, Strength and Comfort until we meet again. My love to you all.















I would like to query everyone out there: Were you raised in poverty? If so, what best would back up your claim?