Stomach and fever. Combined with a slow anger mingled with sadness. It makes for quite a miserable experience.
I have mentioned in the past, of my merry band of friends, the very small circle of us who survived the 90’s in Georgia. We were thicker than blood. Brothers from different mothers.
We fought. Often each other. We laughed. We cried. We mended broken hearts and saluted beginning and ending relationships.We drank, we sang. We played. We stared death in the face on mote than one occasion with our antics, and walked away feeling invincible.
In many ways we were a family unto ourselves. We were a peer group, but all in all I think a positive peer group. We never let others in our group drive drunk, we wanted us to be old and gray laughing at our antic together.
We were less responsible in other aspects, namely driving for which we took to the Georgia back roads like moonshiners from revenuers.
The epitome of wild eyed southern boys.
Now that circle grows smaller. This is my tribute, what little it is can not truly express the depth of our sorrow.
This isn’t really a Fathers day post. But in many ways it is. I wrote it originally in October of 2010. The more I go over it and see the relationship between my own father, and his father to me I am forced to think that despite the undertone…maybe it is about Fathers Day after all.
When your coming home Dad, I don’t know when
But we’ll get together then yea
You know we’ll have a good time then…
My Dad and I hold this song between us. Its a bit of a testament to when he was in the Navy and gone for months at a time. Before Facebook. Before Skype. Before E-mail. Before cellphones. Deployments on a Aircraft Carrier could keep him gone most of a year with little to no communication save letters via the ever so slow US postal service.
I got a lot of E-mails and Facebook comments with my rendition of Glory to Georgia. Couple of folks didn’t know I played.
I don’t…play well that is. I have a bad habit of repeating rifts over and over especially if I am singing.
A 43-year-old Georgia tower technician fell to his death from a 300-foot self supporting tower in Okeechobee, Fla. on Sunday February 20.
Michael Anthony Scott of Hazlehurst, Ga. was on the structure installing antenna transmission lines for South Florida Water Management, the owner of the tower. The antennas operate the locks along the river.
The victim and a co-worker were installing the wires on the tower for working for Davis Specialties of Waycross, GA at about 110 to 120 AGL when the victim fell to his death.
Scott was the first industry worker to die in 2011 from falling from a communications structure. The tower was constructed in 2009. The case is being investigated by OSHA.
Our thoughts and prayers go out to the family, and to his coworkers. It’s never easy to hear about one of our brethren.
Let me start by saying, I love my dad, but he drinks coffee like it is the only thing keeping him alive. My wife and I received a coffee pot for our wedding shower, that was just over a year and a half ago. My dad recently came up with mom and stayed at our house for a few days.
A few for my many friends in Georgia, currently snowed in. Here’s hoping they visit the site more often and this brings them some smiles while they mop the floor repeatedly as their children tromp in and out of the house.
The aging process has you firmly in its grasp if you never get the urge to throw a snowball.
Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come.
Skiing consists of wearing $3,000 worth of clothes and equipment and driving 200 miles in the snow in order to stand around at a bar and drink.
P. J. O’Rourke
We have only this moment, sparkling like a star in our hand… and melting like a snowflake. Let us use it before it is too late.
When I was 12 he walked in to our cabin with an Ovation guitar, and a gallon of Canadian Mist whiskey. He took the bottle cap off and flung it in to the night and with a trademark smile said “Lets play some music, fella’s!”
I have never forgotten that.
He was my Aunt Betty’s husband. A joyful, fun loving man who had a love for life and music I have never seen in another person in my years. Always quick to smile, shake hands, offer help, advice a comfort.
He would play, my Aunt Betty would sing in one of the most haunting voice I can recall.
He almost collapsed when at my Aunt Betty’s funeral. I cried, as much because I had never seen him cry before in my life, as for her loss.
He pulled me aside one day after a playing and told me “Son you have a gift, that none of us have. you can do anything with your hands your music. Keep at it, I have no doubts we’ll see you at the Opry.”
The way I ended up there is not the way he thought, or I thought. My ability was not as good as i or he thought, but I never had the courage to tell him that because I believe it might have broke his heart if I told him I had given up that dream. He always knew, we just never spoke of it.
He had a stroke a few years ago. He was losing himself in his body. He was not the man I or anyone else.
His service will be held at the church my grandfather was honored at, interred in the same graveyard as the others of my family, in a building my family built.
The ties that bond in Northern Georgia are strong, and deep.
He was one of the few people I visited every time I went home, without fail. I loved him. My fathers compatriot, my inspiration, a man who would give you the shirt off his back and then play you a tune.
Today my world is a little less bright, as one of the brightest souls in my world has went out.
And once again the damn Road keeps me from going home, and my heart cracks a little more.
Mr. Charles B. Marshall age 74 of Stover Mtn View, Ellijay died Tuesday November 30, 2010.
Mr. Marshall was born on October 7, 1936 in Middlesboro, KY. He is the son of the late Charles Berwin Marshall & Mamie Lucas Marshall. He is preceded in death by his wife Betty Stanley Marshall. He was a warehouse manager and a veteran of the United States Air Force.
Survivors include: Sons and daughters-in-law: Kenny and Joyice Marshall, Waleska, Danny and Beckie Marshall, Ellijay, Ronnie and Anne Marshall, Ellijay; Sister: Jean Ann Cantwell, Johnson City, TX; Brother: Bill Marshall, Wichita Falls, TX; Grandchildren: Lance and Levi Marshall, Tiffany Reichert, Bethany Marrott.
Funeral services will be held Saturday December 4, 2010 at 2pm from the Pisgah Church of Christ. Interment will be held in the Pisgah Church of Christ Cemetery with military rites by the North Georgia Honor Guard. The family will meet with friends Friday Dec.3 from 3 until 8pm at the funeral home.
Flowers are accepted or donations may be made to the Pisgah Church of Christ cemetery fund in memory of Mr. Marshall.
(I wrote this October of Last year. Because I was working in Tennessee I got to attend the game. It was a sight to behold and a tromping unlike anything I had witnessed first hand before. What was originally supposed to have been a good game turned in to a 45 to 19 trouncing that was almost painful to watch. With Georgia barely squeezing out 240 yards the Volunteers overpowered them at 471 , 310 of which were passing as before our eyes we watched “Jonathon @!#$%^& Crompton” become “$%^&* Jonathon Crompton!?”. Enjoy!)
I got to Knoxville Friday around 18:00. Got checked in to my hotel and unpacked ready to rock and roll.
Being the glutton for punishment that I am I immediately headed for Cumberland.
The Cal Ecker Band was the live venue of the night and they rocked, absolutely rocked. I bet they played Rocky Top a half dozen time in the almost 8 hours I was in the club, with the entire room screaming the song at the tops of their lungs.
I partied out at The Tin Roof until about 15 till 3 am. I was pumped, tired, blitzed and psyched all at once. (I have since learned that there is a Tin Roof in Nashville, which means at some point I may have to check it out) I wandered back to my truck and drug my exhausted carcass in to my hotel room at about 03:30.
That’s how long it’s been since these two former SEC Goliath’s have faced each other with both teams holding losing records. The last time was in 1906.
v00d3w and I struggled to decide what to call this week. We settled on Civil War. Not only because he and I are rooting for the opposing teams, but because Derrick Dooley, the current Tennessee football coach, is the son of Legendary Georgia coach Vince Dooley.
Today I received my copy of my high school year book. It was the last copy the school had, and over a decade later than everyone else’s. Words from a man long since gone, and to me directly that I never got a chance to read are on its pages. I will never forget.
But within it is another story, as that one is for another time.
I had been looking for this picture for some time.
I had contacted Calimus because I could have sworn he had a color copy of a picture similar.
I have just heard about this story, apparently the state of Georgia has been in courts for over 2 years fighting for the right to verify voters’ identity, as well as their citizenship. This is awesome to me, here’s the whole story:
Ga. Voter Checks System OK’d
ATLANTA (AP) The Justice Department has given Georgia approval to again verify voters’ identity and citizenship, Secretary of State Brian Kemp announced on Monday. Federal officials have precleared a modified new program designed to confirm that prospective voters are U.S. citizens. The Justice Department’s Civil Rights Division had repeatedly rejected similar versions of the Georgia program.
It has been mired in legal challenges since 2008, which Republican supporters argue has opened the state’s elections up to possible fraud.Kemp, a Republican, had filed a lawsuit two months ago to push the voting check system through, arguing the Justice Department was “playing politics” by refusing to approve the initiative.On Monday, Kemp suggested that lawsuit had forced the Justice Department’s hand.“When we filed the lawsuit, I was criticized by some because they believed it would be too time-consuming and expensive,” Kemp said.
“After the litigation was filed, it took less than two months for the DOJ to consent to preclearance of the verification process.”
Both sides have now filed a joint request to dismiss the lawsuit.In their legal filing, Justice Department officials made clear that the state had modified its plan so that it finally passed muster with the federal Voting Rights Act.Officials with the Justice Department had no additional comment. A spokesman for Kemp said Monday that the changes impact the pool of would-be voters the checks apply to. The original proposal included first-time voter registration applicants who send in their forms by mail. It also applied to already-registered voters who seek to change a key piece of identifying information, like a name, Matt Carrothers said. The modified plan that won DOJ approval includes all first-time voter registration applicants, including those seeking to register in person. It eliminates those who’ve already registered but are seeking to make changes, Carrothers said. The state checks new voters against information in databases held by the Georgia Department of Driver Services or Social Security Administration.Justice Department lawyers had earlier argued the program was flawed and subjected minority voters to heightened scrutiny. Under the federal Voting Rights Act of 1965, Georgia and other states with a history of discriminatory voting practices must preclear any changes to election rules with the Justice Department or through the federal courts. The program was implemented in 2007 and came under scrutiny in the 2008 election after it raised questions about the citizenship of some 4,500 would-be voters. After a challenge was filed by voting rights groups in the weeks leading up to the 2008 elections, a federal three-judge panel said the state must seek Justice Department preclearance under the Voting Rights Act. The Justice Department’s Civil Rights Division rejected the checks in May and October of last year.
(Copyright 2010 by The Associated Press. All Rights Reserved.)
Those of you from Georgia should know whom Lewis Grizzard was. Part Atlanta Journal Constitution reporter, part story teller, part prophet, all southern. Those of you who are not acquainted with this gentleman are sorely lacking in your education.
The only flaw he ever had was being a Bulldogs fan, but I will forgive him that transgression as it was his Alma mater, and a man must stand beside their Alma mater no matter what.
I am pleased to say that the Lewis Grizzard website officially opened earlier this month, complete with online store, flash, sound clips, pictures, and a forum for those of us fans who have never ceased being fans.
If Heavens got a internet connection, I figure Lewis and Catfish and are already checking it out, sippin a Co’Cola, eatin BBQ and wonderin why someone hasn’t figured a way to get a Royal Typewriter online yet. He’s also prolly trying to figure out why his ol friend Vince let his son come to Tennessee
Here at ®Evil we like our football.
v00d3w and I are on opposite sides of the fence, he a Georgia fan, I a Tennessee.
But blood is thicker than sod so to speak, and we forgive each other our transgressions. We have known each other too long to let a football game interfere between us. (Damn near twenty years now for the record.)
Neither of our teams are doing especially well.
So How does Joe Hallenbeck tie in to this?