Yes, This Is Going To Be About Bowling Again. Where To Stand, Where To Throw. Move To The Left, Move To The Right. Move Up, Move Back. Hold The Ball High, Hold It Lower. Why Does It Have To Be So Difficult? I Have A 14 Pound Ball Traveling Down 60 Feet Of A Bowling Lane. Why Can't It Be More Simpler?
There Have Been Days I Would Go To My Bowling Center And Bowl Very Well, Only To See The Very Next Day The Results To Be The Opposite. The Old Phrase Of Practice Makes Perfect Was Just That, A "Phrase". However Today Something Happened. The Light Bulb Came On. In All Of My Years Of Frustration Of Trying To Get It Right, May Have Led Up To The Results I Got From It Today. My Biggest Problem In My Bowling Is The Inconsistency Of Putting The Ball Into The Pocket. By The Way, In The Sport Of Bowling The Pocket Is Where You Want The Ball To Be In Order For All Ten Pins To Fall Down.
I Left The Bowling Center With A Smile Today. For Years I Have Left Scratching My Head Trying To Figure Out Why I Have So Much Problem Being Consistent. Sometimes It Can Be In Your Rhythm On The Approach Or The Condition Of The Lane Itself. It Has Become An Obsession To Me. There Are Not Very Many Types Of Sports I Can Participate In At My Age. I Only Wish I Took It More Seriously In Years Past. I Could Have Been A Better Bowler Years Ago. Maybe It Wouldn't Have Taken So Long For That Light Bulb To Finally Turn On. Of Course Practice Sessions Don't Mean Anything. It's All About League Play. Statistics On Paper Separates Practice And Real Competition. Now If I Start Getting Results From All Of My Practice Sessions I May Be leaving The Bowling Center A Happier Person. Many Times I Have Left With My Head Hanging In Shame.
I Suppose Next Week Will Be Pretty Much Like Put Up Or Shut Up. I Am Pretty Pumped Up Due To The Results Of Today. Hopefully I Keep That Smile.

The Funnies Of Bowling

How Far Back Does Bowling Go Anyway? Who Knows? Maybe Back In The Stone Age. Didn't Fred And Barney Go Bowling A Lot? I Bowl A Couple Days A Week And I Just Love It. I Consider Myself An Average Bowler. I Wish I Were Better Than I Am But I Will Settle With What Ability I Have.
I Get A Kick Out Of Bowlers Reaction To What They Leave On The Alley After Their Ball Plowed Through The Pins. Instead Of Blaming Themselves For A Split Or The Infamous Ten Pin Left Standing, Their Outburst Complaint Is Awww That Was Not That Bad Of A Shot! I Didn't Deserve That. I Got Robbed! I Put The Ball Right In The Pocket, It Should Have Been A Strike.
That Was A SOB(Should Have Been)!
Face It, It Is What It Is And That's The Game Of Bowling. There Are Ten Pins In A Rack. If You Hit Nine, You Get Nine. If You Want To Blame Someone For The Pins Not Going Down I Suggest You Go To The Nearest Mirror And Take A Good Long Look.

Germ Fanatic? I Suppose I Am........

Hospitals, Doctor's Office, Schools And Most Public Places Can Be A Scary Place For Those Who Fear Germs. Bacteria Just Looming Around Waiting To Attack An Unsuspecting Soul.
I Suppose It All Started With A Cough Or Sneeze Or Maybe A Handshake. "Somebody" Blessed Me With Tuberculosis Way Back In The 1980's. I Was Selling TV's And VCR's. It Was Dead In The Winter Months. I Became Ill One Day And My Family Doctor Ordered A Battery Of Test To Find Out My Problem. Long Story Short, I Had What They Referred To As Inactive Tuberculosis. I Could Not Pass It On To Anyone. I Was On The Receiving End Of The Ailment. Of Course It Was My Doctor's Duty To Report This Case To County Health Officials. They Had Asked If I Had Been Around Anyone Who Has Been Sneezing Or Wheezing Or Maybe Coughing A Lot. Wellll, It Was Winter Time And Yes A Lot Of That Was Going On. From That Point On I Became More Aware Of My Surroundings. I Found Myself Using My Knuckle To Push The Elevator Button. My Shirt Sleeve To Turn A Door Knob.
Someone Told Me It Would Be A Good Gesture On My Part If I Would Donate Children's Books To Pediatrics. I Believe Some People Mean Well But A Little Common Sense Can Go A Long Way. Your Child May Be There To Receive A Shot Required By Their School. Whooping Cough, The Flu, Or Even The Common Cold. The Office Is Full Of All Kinds Of Germs. Magazines Or Books Are The Worse Things That Can Be Laying Around A Doctor's Office.
I Will Admit My Immune System Is Low And I Am Taking Supplements To Help With That. Just A Little Common Sense Can Keep The Nasty's A Distance From You.
I Don't Believe I Have Reached The Point Where I Would Be Considered A Germ Fanatic. I Am However Quite Aware Of My Surroundings. Things I Touch And People I Am Around.
I Ask That If You Are Sick, Please Keep Your Distance From Me. I'm Not Interested In Your Sharing.

Weekend Crusaders

Well At Least That's What I Call Them. Don't Get Me Wrong, Not Everybody Are Just Weekend Crusader. What I Mean By This Is Those Who Attend Church On Sunday's But Don't Act Christian Like Through Out The Week.
God Has Full Custody Of Me. To Be Honest About It I Haven't Been The Most Perfect Child. I Have Made Some Mistakes And I Am Trying To Do What God Wants From Me. I Have Been Guided By Him And I Have Enjoyed The Journey He Has Taken Me On. Some Of It Has Been Rocky. Some, Smooth Sailing.
My Biggest Weakness Is My Constant Worrying. I Know I Am Not Suppose To Worry When I Put All My Trust In Him. I Have Been Praying About This And He Knows It's My Weakness. I Have Had Many Weaknesses In My Past And With God's Help I Have Over Come Them.
Thank You Lord For Being My GPS In Life.

I Recently Received A Rare Family Item. My Parents Are Currently Downsizing Their Home Preparing For A Move To An Apartment. Since They Have Entered Their "Golden" Years They Decided It To Be The Ideal Time To Find Some Place That Doesn't Require Maintenance. In The Meantime The Decision Of What Goes And What Stays Has Been A Difficult One.
I Decided Early On Not To Be A Buzzard And Swoop Down To Get What Was Being Given. I Have Tried To Be Humble In Anything I Have Requested. A Table Fan With A Mirrored Top Always Stood Out While I Was Growing Up. This Fan Has Been In The Family Since My Parents Became United.
My Father Also Gave Me A Candy Dish That Once Belonged To My Grandmother. I Have No Idea How Long She Had It But I Am Guessing Maybe In The 1940's.
In Addition I Did Request The Old Reel To Reel Tape Recorder That Contained Voices Of Years Past. The Grandfather I Had Never Met. His Clear Audio Is Appreciated By Sitting Here Listening To His Sermons. He Was A Country Preacher Of The Galloway Chapel In Western Indiana. Putting A Voice In Your Ear After All These Years To A Picture You Had Seen Is Priceless.
Listening To The Gaither Trio Before They Became Famous Was An Additional Joy. I Can Remember Sending Audio Tapes To My Uncle Fred And His Family While Growing Up. We Would Exchange Them Throughout The Years. Weddings & Family Gatherings Of People Who Have Passed On Years Ago Are Captured On These Tapes. I Wanted To Preserve My Family History More Than I Wanted Materialistic Items That Have No Special Meaning. They Will Be Passed On To The Next Generation Of Miller's With A Bit Of History Of What They Have Received. I Will Make Sure Who Ever Get's Them Will Appreciate The History Behind Them.

The Forever Building

Have You Ever Wondered How They Can Consider A Mausoleum A Place To Last Forever? Back In The Bible Days A Tomb Made Sense Because It Was All Rock. However The Modern Day Mausoleum Is A Building With A Roof. Yet They Entomb People Inside For Eternity. How Can That Be?
Both My Parents Will Be Placed Inside A Mausoleum. It Makes Me Wonder When This Building Will Reach A Point In Time Where It's No Longer Considered Inhabitable. I Have Yet To See A Building That Was Made To Last Forever. I Suppose I Won't Be Around When That Happens. I Am More Curious Than Anything. Your Thoughts?

You See One Parade You Seen Them All...

I Suppose In Most Cases One Parade Is Like Any Other. As A Child Each Year We Would Get Excited About Going. A Mad Dash For The Candy Being Thrown From The Beautiful Floats Or The Smiling Politicians. Of Course At The Beginning Of Each Parade In Danville The Police And Fire Trucks Were Always An Exciting Start. Lights And Sirens Blaring Hoping To See My Dad Riding Or Driving The Big Fire Truck. Those Days Are Far Gone But The Memory Of It Will Stay With Me Forever.
When My Kids Were Small They Too Were Excited About The Parade. By Then They May Have Caught A Glimpse Of Their Grandfather Riding An Antique Fire Truck With All The Retired Fire Fighters Riding On It. The Beautiful Floats That Took Days To Create. Marching Bands Playing Familiar Songs. Cheerleaders And Pom Poms & Midget Football Players.
I Suppose One Parade Is Just Like Another Unless Someone Special Is In It.
I Can Remember When I Use To Park My Pick Up Truck In An Empty Lot And Could See For More Than A Block Away What Was Approaching. Beckie Took AJ To The Westville Parade This Morning. I Asked Him How It Was And He Just Shrugged His Shoulders. Not Every Child Holds Onto The Precious Memories Of A Generation Before Them. If There Is Good Enough Reason To See Another Parade I Suppose I Would Go. In The Meantime Labor Day Festivities Are A Complete Waste Of My Time And Energy. Labor Day Was Created To Salute The Men And Women Of Union. I Am Sad To Say That Word Someday May Be Extinct. As I Get Older And The More I Read, The Unions Are Not Like They Once Were. When One Union Became Unsuccessful In Working Out An Agreement With Management A Strike Would Be Imminent. To Show Solidarity Nobody Crossed The Picket Lines. Other Unions Would Show Support By Not Patronizing The Business Of Striking Workers. One Day That Will All Be A Memory.
In The Meantime We Can Celebrate It As An End To Summer Time Activities. School Is Back In Session And Fall Is Fast Approaching. The Covered Bridge Festivities Will Be A Bountiful Reminder That Winter Is The Next Season To Come. Here In The Midwest That's Not Exactly Anything To Look Forward To. If It's Too Obvious About My Opinions Of Winter Time Then So Be It. There Are Times I Wish I Was A Bear. Go Into Hibernation In November And Awake In Late March.

This Is My Granddaughter Brittney Miller. She Is Only 12 Years Old. Just Got Back From Little Miss Westville Pageant. She Was Given The Honor Of Miss Photogenic. Hmmmmm, I Wonder Why?????
She Is A Wonderful Person, Beautiful Person Inside And Out. Her Pappy Cannot Be More Proud Of Her. I Was So Proud Of Her On That Stage. She Strutted Her Stuff And Then Some. She Plays Volley Ball. She Loves Cheer Leading And Is Very Talented In Hip Hop.
I Am So Proud Of Her. Does It Show??? I Love You Brittney.

Faith

Meet Haydin. She Has Not Entered This World Just Yet. She Is Due Mid To Late October. In Her Mother's Womb, Doctor's Have Already Determined She Has Some Heart Issues. Shortly After Birth Doctor's Will Place A Pacemaker Inside Her Chest. It Is The Doctor's Opinion She Will Lead A Normal And Productive Life Afterwards.

Of Course Mike And Veronica Have Their Reasons To Be Concerned. They Are The Proud Parents To Be. All I Can Say Is I Am Happy This Baby Is Arriving In This 21st Century Where Technology Has Advanced In Medicine Allowing Doctor's To Determine Complications In A Newborn Baby. Some Procedures Are Made To The Baby Before It's Even Born.

Please Take A Close Look At Baby Haydin In Mommy's Womb. Yes I Know The Photo's Are More Prevalent Than Ever Before. In Years Past You Pretty Much Had To Guess What Was A Foot Or A Hand. Again Technology Has Given Us A Better View Of  An Unborn Baby.

Look Closer. Given Our Human Behavior Of Uncertainty, We Always Worry When Doctor's Tell Us There Is A Problem. However, If We Put All Our Faith In Jesus Christ All Is Well. Trust In Him. In This Picture You Will See God's Hand On Top Of Haydin's Head. Can It Be? Of Course It Can. This Gives Us Comfort, Showing He Is With Haydin, Always.

This Is Where Faith Comes In. Can You Place All Your Faith In God? Trust Him That He Will Bring Haydin Through These Complications.

Even Though Mom & Dad Have Already Named Baby Haydin, Pappy Has Nicknamed Another Grand Baby, "Faith".

Just Ten More......

Ever Since My Mother Handed Me 1929, 1930 & 1931 Danville High School Year Books I Could Not Stop Getting Them. If She Had Just Given Me Random Books I Might Not Have Reached The Amount That I Have. In One Of Those Books Was My Grandfather.
I Pick Them Up At Rummage Sales, Estate Sales & EBay. My Mother's Picture Is In A Book As Well As My Siblings And Other Relatives. Having A Weekly Rummage Sale Allows Me To Interact With Other People And Their Interests. I Have Heard Of A Variety Of Collections.
To My Knowledge There Are Only Two Complete Collections Of The Danville High School Yearbook(Medley). The Present Superintendent Of Schools And The Danville Public Library. I Received A Call From My Brother This Past Week. He Told Me He Went On The Danville High Web Page And Noticed They Were Selling Some Of The Yearbooks For Only 5.00 Per Book. I Purchased 6 Books I Did Not Have In My Collection. This Leaves Me Only Ten Books Before I Can Declare I Have A Complete Collection. I Have No Doubt At This Point In Time That I Will Succeed And Become Complete. My Reason For Saying This Is My Missing Books Are Mostly Recent Years. The Collection Starts At 1904. I Have Managed A Book Here And There Until I Have Reached My Most Recent Purchase This Past Week. To Say I Am Excited Would Be An Understatement. Did I Mention I Have Signed Senior Pictures Of Both Dick And Jerry Van Dyke?
All I Ask Is After I Depart This Wonderful World Of Ours, Is Not To Piece These Books Out. Keep The Collection Together And The Value Will Be Much Greater. It Has Taken Me More Than 25 Years To Reach This Point. Once The Collection Is Complete The Perfect Christmas Gift For Me Would Be The Most Recent Yearbook Which Presently Is $60.00.
Some People Collect Frogs, Mice, Bells, Etc. I Want To Be Able To Say One Day If You Attended Danville High School I Have Your Picture.

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