Dry Wit

This is my kind of humor. The subtlety. The profundity. The stupidity. Oh, the irony! It's the kind of humor that people roll their eyes at when they hear it come from me. THIS did not come from me, but oh how I wish I could take the credit!

Get it? "Doctor" and "pepper"!

Pistol Pete

I took a look at these videos and the first thing that came to mind was, "Damn he was good!" I had forgotten how good. As a kid I wore out my VHS copy of The Pistol movie. I got his basketball camp videos from the library. I'd go in spurts of either sleeping in my basketball shoes or sleeping with my basketball. And then there were the times I'd sleep with both. Oh, and them there was the "life sized" basketball pillow. White socks. I don't think I wore anything but white socks until I was a senior in high school! I learned the pistol ball control drill. I could dribble between my legs. Hook shots were always a little hard for me but that never stopped me from trying. Except for maybe when my coach benched me 'cause I kept trying in games. And then there was the LSU Pete Maravich basketball card my father dished out the bucks to buy me when I was about 12. Still have it.

I've just gotten one of the recently released books on Maravich called The Pistol that I'm planning to start this weekend. I'll let you know how it goes, but until then enjoy watching the man's incredible art!

Deep Roots

“Because the soul has such deep roots in personal and social life and its values run so contrary to modern concerns, caring for the soul may well turn out to be a radical act, a challenge to accepted norms.”
—Thomas More

“All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost; the old that is strong does not wither, deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, a light from the shadows shall spring; renewed shall be blade that was broken, the crownless again shall be king.”
—J.R.R. Tolkien