Francis W. Geyer

There comes a time in everyone's life when they musrt decide "What do I do with all the money?"
I went through the usual, "Oh I want my children or grandchildren to have a better life that I did"
Then as I thought about, "Hell, I've had a great life"
Sure there were peaks and valleys, fear and satisfaction, hard and wonderful times...etc"
Then I thought well my old left me exactly $6.46 in an old black change purse. $6.46.
That didn't buy much or, well I wont go into that.
So I decided the $$ is mine to have what is called "FRANCIS'S TIME"
The kid and his kid's can earn it just as I did.
I'm sure the guy renting the white House will find a away to give them all the $$$ for which they ask.
Thus, I signed for a condo at "HIlton Head Island Beach & Tennis Resort"
I am officially going to name if "FORREST APPLE" since they paid for it.
I'll leave to y'all to figre out.
But any of you are welcome to come and stay.
Small but all I need and includes FOR FREE ocean, beach & Tiki Hut.
"HEY EVERYONE LEEEEEETTTT''SSSSS PARTY"

I checked with the government's WITNESS PROTECTION PLAN and I am STILL NOT permitted to write about Tim Stein, Dave Hannah, Jim Peck, Susie Utrata or Bill Immel. Sorry

I'll tell you this, hardly a day goes by wherein at somepoint I do not stop and chat with the big guy in the sky and His kid..Pretty nice people to my way of figuring. Not much on going inside over built hard to heat, cool and maintain structures supposedly built to honour God and His boy when they've more likely been built just to show off a few names on plaques"THINK 'THE BISHOP'S WIFE'.Nope God, Jesus and I walk and talk in the church God created. Called the WORLD. Sometimes by a stream, in an open field, in the car or having a beer. They have wine.
When God and I walk and chat along the ocean shore, I always hope His kid doesn't do that walk ON the water thing too much.
Great kid but what a show off.
Anyway we chat and I pray they will care for Miss Louise Pyle, Miss Cronin, Miss Cottrill, Mr Dick, Mr. Wright, Miss Grogan, Gib Allen, Butch Diggs,, Tuna, Rabbit, Zeb Ginther, his worker BARNEY, and my good old plumbing buddy MARVIN RAINER and the sweet lady of Knoles Avenue, Miss Emma Sperling++ Now I know some will get all sweaty around the neck from the above approach to the Big Guy in the sky, but that's okay. differing opinions is the TUMERIC in The soup of life. Gives it some flavour and a little bite. So I'll leave ya' with this to ponder.
My belief is that all the time people sit around here on earth praying and hoping to be able to get to heaven, and singing about "Going home to be with the Lord someday" and bemoaning their less than great fate on this evil earth, well one day when they pass away and they get to what they thought was going to be heaven, God has this sign in His front yard that reads------
"YOU JUST DIDN'T GET IT-DID YOU? HEAVEN WAS EARTH FROM WHERE YOU JUST CAME. AFTERALL I CREATED IT AND I SURE DIDN'T CREATE A HELL"
Love, to all of you, God and His Kid

Well I am at a loss for words..OH STOP THAT LAUGHING, GAD!!
Final thoughts are these. Americans have lost their sense of humour. the now late Jewish Comedian Myron Cohen predicted they would, way back in 1969. Too many americans have lost their sense of wonder.
They think their ship is really safe in port. Ships are not designed to rust in port. I watch weenie brained worryinghand wringers take these handi wipes in supermarkets to wipe off the handle of their shopping cart. Then go along picking up boxes and packages looking at them and putting them in the cart or back on the shelf, etc. Think about that
Amercians forget to build immunities they must have some exposure to bacteria and germs THINK POLIO VACCINE. EAT SOME DIRT FOLKS.
Ah but alas, we have become sufferes of KNEEJERKITIS. Any little thing the media releases about the dangers of this or that, Americans knees twitter, jerk and flutter aka KNEEJERKITIS. PUH TWO EEE.

If anyone knows a current address for Judy Tweed, I found a picture of her in a cheerleader uniform I would love to get back to her.
I seem to recall her cousin Vicki Lynn Thompson, graddaughter of Mr Ed Thompson, also of Long Street, gave it to me. Judy and Mr 7 Mrs. Jess Tweed resided just down the street from Mr Thompson where Vicki Lynn was staying the incredible Summer of '59.

There was this summer night out on Plyley's Lane just at the bend in the road.
We had just left The Chicken Inn, underage ,of course.
And I was with .....UH OH!!
I feel her warm moist breath 17 year ikd breath in my ear, saying, "Francis, we promised never to tell...didn't we?"

Yes, we did.

So "Goodnight"