Tag: personal

  • Famous last words and midlife turns 

    Famous last words and midlife turns 

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    On a yearly basis I post the song linked with this published HORROR REPORT today, September 2, 2015. My birthday.. I don’t remind readers of this for selfish reasons. As a matter of fact, I purposely ‘hide’ this information on my personal Facebook page simply because I don’t want to navigate the ‘Happy birthday” or “hope you have a…

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    MORE more art. A skull..

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    More art..

  • Roadside memorials to the dead and gone.

    Roadside memorials to the dead and gone.


    This past weekend while my wife and I were driving home from a peaceful family get-together, we saw something that seemingly shocked our normalcy for a bit. A group of people were gathered along side a major highway putting a makeshift memorial together near a tree. 

    A grown man was clutching a child, all the while he was weeping. Other people were gathered around the site in the same fashion, obviously moved to tears if not more. There was a large degree of emotion at that site, I can tell even though we were passing by at a fairly speedy clip.

    Something awful had occurred there. A death, of course.
    The last place that a human being inhabited a body on the planet earth..
    The last place someone was breathing in mortal temple of the soul.

    There are some important questions I will get to about these sites, some thoughts as well. But think for a second the meaning behind them when you drive by.. People not directly affected by the deaths of whomever passed at the countless sites are reminded of their own mortality, at least for a second. There may be a “it will never happen to me” feeling when we see wreathes and decorations, often clothing and flowers that are placed to memorialize the location where something undoubtedly died violently. We don’t know who else died with them, or was injured, however we should fully realize the ripple effect that the deaths had.

    About ten Christmases ago—time goes so fast—my wife’s co-worker was talking to her son while he was driving home. He died in a car accident—while they were in conversation. I cannot imagine the prospects of living with hearing a death in such a way, and especially think about the concept of Christmas being stolen for the rest of my life because tragedy happened on the day we are supposed to be filled with cheer and happiness.

    And likewise, I cannot conceive the grief that people are feeling when they adorn a site of tragedy with hopeful icons of someone’s life. I have mixed feelings myself. But not being a part of a family that did or, I don’t think I can judge.

    People do judge, though.

    And in some places, people want them banned.

    I read a varied amount of opinions concerning the subject..

    A few points that opiners make while opining on the decorated death scenes:

    They violate the separation of church and state, because religious symbolism is used in a public place.. they also violate laws of people taking public property for private purposes.. And they are a distraction. One argument—this one perhaps is the weightiest to me—is that accidents occur in dangerous portions of highway. And since that is true, why decorate that already dangerous location with distracting flair and cause potentially further accidents at the same place. When my wife and I saw the decorators of death this weekend, we did take note of how endangered they were, closely standing near the edge of a busy 55mph but REALLY 70 mph highway with infants, children, and elderly persons. . . it takes only one second. They already know that most likely due to the unfortunate demise of a person in their own family or circle of friends.

    There are schools of thought that consider these roadside reminders morbid. Others that think they are beautiful.

    What is not debate is this: They are more frequent than ever before. Countless locations and obviously countless deaths…

    I really don’t want to take any side on this argument, but I will simply convey concerns that the locations are so often in an already perilous location fraught with heavy traffic and careless drivers. Common sense should be shown by anyone who decides to initiate a roadside reminder of mortality.

    And because it is personal, because someone did lose a life, I cannot dictate any opinion.. and I think it would be a difficult if not dumb thing to regulate. Regardless of any law, I feel they’d be as abundant then as they are now.

    They are personal locations. Very personal churches for those who want to remember, mourn, and celebrate.

    And who am I to write anything contrary to someone’s right to do that.
    Who knows… perhaps one day I will have a location along a highway. Or maybe you. So perhaps now is the best time to limit commentary for the fact you’d be called a hypocrite beyond the grave..Or beyond the roadside location of your earthly providence.

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    A great view from the Rock Bass Grill in Harrisburg tonight.. a good conversation with friends, a bit more about ringworm and MRSA than expected. But that is how strangeness rolls..
    I hope your Saturday was as peaceful as mine.. Good evening, all.

  • CRAZY TRAIN DRIVES ON

    CRAZY TRAIN DRIVES ON

    The ever changing HORROR REPORT..Always the same.

    A massive database restructuring last night went afoul.. There were some kind folks at my hosting provider who did a magnificent job–after a series of calls of course–and got things back on track..

    Little did I know that updating my own HTML back in 2009 would have repercussions in 2015. But they did..

    Mean while.. The HORROR REPORT is alive and well, despite the past 24 hours of strange activity, unavailable web pages, and links that point to pages that did not exist..

    But at least this time the Ruskies didn’t hack me.
    It was a technical blaze of glory from the dark HORROR REPORT desk at midnight ..
    Back on when morning light.
    Welcome aboard..
    The crazy train lives on..

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  • THE BREAKER BOYS, AND THE REST IS HISTORY

    THE BREAKER BOYS, AND THE REST IS HISTORY

    This is just a snippet of articles on Google News showcasing the amount of AP dispatches being picked up focusing on my little region in the woods lately.. The last remaining coal breaker in Pennsylvania is set to be demolished.. a little bit of a debate has surged within the coal region as to the merits of trashing the historical structure still standing after all this time.I linked up a good video of a flyover the other day of the St. Nicholas Coal Breaker..A few noteworthy things about this last massive piece of history to know:It is a symbol of when coal was king, when barons placed their bets on the dusty underground that would be unearthed for profit.From this breaker, coal was broken into various sized pieces&ndash;often young children were forced to take out the sharpest pieces&ndash;and it was loaded onto trains for nearby large cities.  Hence the name: Breaker boys. Those same breaker boys went to work clean but home filthy, and their lungs eventually become highly toxic filled with soot..Regardless of the dangerous conditions met in the breaker, the coal region at one time employed over 180,000 people in the mining system.And that was then&gt;This is now: A region vacant its spirit, a land that time often forgot.. spectacular and monster buildings, like this breaker, are vacant.. When this building comes down, with it comes hundreds of years of mining lure..The AP says this:</p>
<p>The St. Nicholas Breaker once held the distinction as the largest in the world, the size of a city block and capable of processing more than 12,000 tons of anthracite each day. Shuttered for more than 50 years, it now blights an area whose economy never fully recovered after anthracite’s reign came to an end.</p>
<p>The reign truly did end.And it was replaced by nothing.Keep in mind at one time people traveled from NEW YORK CITY to shop at department stores in Mahanoy City, the home to this breaker. Mahanoy City is now falling into pieces, filled with hard core drugs, and an aging population whose homes go vacant after the inhabitant meets the mortal fate.Coal was king.Long live the coal region.Falling soon: The breaker along with the souls of the boys were toiled and troubled their lives with the work of men..

    This is just a snippet of articles on Google News showcasing the amount of AP dispatches being picked up focusing on my little region in the woods lately.. The last remaining coal breaker in Pennsylvania is set to be demolished.. a little bit of a debate has surged within the coal region as to the merits of trashing the historical structure still standing after all this time.

    I linked up a good video of a flyover the other day of the St. Nicholas Coal Breaker..

    A few noteworthy things about this last massive piece of history to know:

    It is a symbol of when coal was king, when barons placed their bets on the dusty underground that would be unearthed for profit.

    From this breaker, coal was broken into various sized pieces–often young children were forced to take out the sharpest pieces–and it was loaded onto trains for nearby large cities.  Hence the name: Breaker boys. Those same breaker boys went to work clean but home filthy, and their lungs eventually become highly toxic filled with soot..

    Regardless of the dangerous conditions met in the breaker, the coal region at one time employed over 180,000 people in the mining system.

    And that was then>
    This is now: A region vacant its spirit, a land that time often forgot.. spectacular and monster buildings, like this breaker, are vacant..

    When this building comes down, with it comes hundreds of years of mining lure..

    The AP says this:

    The St. Nicholas Breaker once held the distinction as the largest in the world, the size of a city block and capable of processing more than 12,000 tons of anthracite each day. Shuttered for more than 50 years, it now blights an area whose economy never fully recovered after anthracite’s reign came to an end.

    The reign truly did end.
    And it was replaced by nothing.

    Keep in mind at one time people traveled from NEW YORK CITY to shop at department stores in Mahanoy City, the home to this breaker. Mahanoy City is now falling into pieces, filled with hard core drugs, and an aging population whose homes go vacant after the inhabitant meets the mortal fate.

    Coal was king.
    Long live the coal region.
    Falling soon: The breaker along with the souls of the boys were toiled and troubled their lives with the work of men..

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    As storm clouds brew in the distance,
    We are faced with the light of doom.
    We ponder the reality of choices,
    And face the wrath that looms..

    Because, you see, who really cares,
    Because you know you’re all alone.
    Faced with hell, you’ll feel your hair,
    Burn far from home…

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    A hot summer night as storm clouds brew..

  • I don’t want to brag..

    I don’t want to brag..

    …But this was an amazing, wonderful, and memorable weekend. Not because of anything amazing but simply because it was simple.. Days at the park under blue skies with my son.. No plans, just winging it.. amazing weather .. Good food and fantasy.. 
    All of it was just memorable.
    And all without a phone. It can happen.

    Hope yours out there was just as fine..
    The summer season begins. 
    Now if only every day is like these days, I’ll love those days.