tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-146324052024-03-07T00:44:13.159-08:00Doug Drones OnThe wriggling reliquary of <a href="http://www.bitterbierce.blogspot.com/">Waking Ambrose</a>.Doug The Unahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04753071669562594194noreply@blogger.comBlogger318125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14632405.post-58392230230637120312012-05-19T01:30:00.000-07:002012-05-19T01:30:01.361-07:00The Ballad of Banana and the Big Yellow House<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The bursting fields of the prairie<br />
Feed every man and mouse<br />
And all who eat the grain and meat<br />
Sleep it off in the big yellow house.<br />
<br />
If you pass through Bloomington<br />
Wanting roof or roots or rue<br />
Find Ann Banan on Fess Ave<br />
And tell her Doug or the wind sent you.<br />
<br />
You'll find the softest couches,<br />
And dark wood holds the walls<br />
Warm blankets, floors and company<br />
Where every renegade calls.<br />
<br />
There's grouchy teens, full of beans<br />
And mischievous kids next door.<br />
There's college kids around the block-<br />
Who knows what they're there for.<br />
<br />
There's bread and cheese in the kitchen<br />
And with luck a tomato or two<br />
Take your sandwich to the front porch swing<br />
And rest up fro and to.<br />
<br />
Watch a movie with Banana,<br />
And talk the whole way through<br />
You can watch the same one<br />
The next night, as if it were new.<br />
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All the gold in Indiana</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
As lucky hitch-hikers found</div>
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Are the yellow house and Annie</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
Shining after they've burnt down.</div>
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Happy birthday, Bananie!</div>
</div>Doug The Unahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04753071669562594194noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14632405.post-17225787191547655272012-04-28T08:20:00.000-07:002012-04-28T08:22:30.975-07:00Happy birthday to my nephew, Jacob<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
9 monkeys in the jungle are a baby's dream<br />
But nine in a field make a baseball team.<br />
The morn was bright, the winds were mild<br />
The score was tied, the pitch was wild<br />
The mother monkeys in the stands stood up but not to scream.<br />
<br />
Jake took second and Jake took third,<br />
Jacob took the plate without a word<br />
He dusted his bat against the plate<br />
And raised it up above his pate<br />
And narrowed his eyes until they blurred.<br />
<br />
The first pitch came, outside and high<br />
And Jacob let the ball go by.<br />
The second pitch hit the catcher's mitt<br />
One ball, one strike, the batter spit.<br />
And thought of a banana split.<br />
<br />
The third pitch came in low and fast<br />
And Jacob swung the bat right past.<br />
Two strikes down, two outs, what's more<br />
Two Jakes on base ready to score<br />
And Jacob gave the ball a blast.<br />
<br />
Up it sailed, and over and far<br />
"Home run!" monkey's uncles cried from the bar<br />
But the ump picked up Jacob's bat<br />
And wiped the middle on his hat<br />
And declared he'd found too much pine tar.<br />
<br />
The thing to know, or maybe not,<br />
About monkey baseball when it's hot:<br />
Games are won and some are lost<br />
And cheating always has a cost<br />
But monkey scandals are soon forgot.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br /></div>Doug The Unahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04753071669562594194noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14632405.post-52907564604514466472012-02-15T03:00:00.000-08:002012-02-15T09:31:49.544-08:00Ogre Day 2012*<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">A</span> mourning wind keens down the vale,<br />
And fails, then fades then dies.<br />
A bolt of fire breaks the skies<br />
Leaving only echoes from it's trail.<br />
<br />
And they that sit unheard and crying<br />
Are they forgotten and alone?<br />
Those whom solitude has known<br />
Find plates for two satisfying.<br />
<br />
*Ogre Day, the day after Valentine's Day, has been celebrated since the middle ages of blogging. It is a day to remember the uncoupled and uncloned.</div>Doug The Unahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04753071669562594194noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14632405.post-68029353041954947362011-12-09T04:12:00.001-08:002012-04-28T08:36:52.610-07:00For my nephew on his 7th birthday<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"></span></span><br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">T</span>he lights are always bright enough</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">When Stevie's on the scene.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">The truth is always right enough</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">When Stevie's on the scene.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">The play is never too darned rough,</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">The cards are always dealt to bluff</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">His brother's hide stays good and tough</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">When Stevie's loud and mean.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">The girls, they always tease their hair</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">When Stevie's on the scene.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">The women, they all stop and stare</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">When Stevie's on the scene.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">The giggles ring from here to there,</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">The priests, they stop to kneel in prayer,</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">'Cause heaven knows what will shine bare</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">When Stevie's getting clean.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Philosophers no longer doubt</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">When Stevie's on the scene.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Even hermits come on out</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">When Stevie's on the scene.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">The quiet all begin to shout</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">The vegans get a little stout</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">And the kayak fills on up with trout</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">While Stevie's hook stays clean.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">The saber's always nice and light</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">When Stevie plays the scene.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">The battle's always nice and tight</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">When Stevie's on the scene.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">The dying bulb seems newly bright,</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">The blind-drunk fool gets second sight</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">And tiny mice bring flea and fright</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">When Stevie's light turns green.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">The soccer goals fall open wide</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">With Stevie on the scene.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">The Ducks score without breaking stride</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">When Stevie's on the scene.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">The crooks are never even tried,</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">The catfish cook before they're fried</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">And tone-deaf uncles sing with pride</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">When Stevie takes the scene.</span></div>
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<br /></div>Doug The Unahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04753071669562594194noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14632405.post-25882396898067591012011-11-02T07:11:00.000-07:002011-11-02T16:32:50.688-07:00Advice to my nephew on his 4th birthday<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">O</span>ne day, not long, you'll be a big older boy,<br />
When hammers or wrenches make a good enough toy<br />
Help your mom fix her car, help dad with his tv,<br />
They'll be happy and grateful you're useful, you'll see.<br />
<br />
Work hard when you're older, study well for your class.<br />
Dress in clean clothes, comb your hair, wipe your glass.<br />
Rise before sunup, give prayer every eve,<br />
Stay sober and faithful and respectful to Steve.<br />
<br />
I tell you this, Eamon, is how big boys should act<br />
If they want all life's blessings- and this is a fact-<br />
Be slow with your temper and quick with your jokes<br />
To live well 'til your forties at home with your folks.</div>Doug The Unahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04753071669562594194noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14632405.post-74524818090294396072011-09-11T03:30:00.000-07:002011-09-14T10:48:37.362-07:00I still think it is a fish (Birth Announcement)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b>A note to my daughter on the day of her birth</b></div>
Today into this world you’ve come,<br />
<div>
And 'ere I’m lost to age and rum,<br />
I’m writing you from where you’re from<br />
To describe your patrimony.<br />
<br />
Humanity, you’ll find, can vary.<br />
A man can be both bald and hairy,<br />
Handsome, homely, kind and scary.<br />
Clumsy, sneaky, fair and phony.</div>
<div>
<br />
When first you meet that creepy guy<br />
Who watches but can’t meet your eye<br />
Remember dad was pretty shy<br />
And try to cool your shiver.<br />
<br />
And when a madman first you see<br />
Consider your own family tree<br />
Where twigs the lunistocracy<br />
Like a willow by the river.<br />
<br />
It won’t be long that you’re around,<br />
I bet, before you hear the sound<br />
As tongue and knuckle drag the ground<br />
‘Neath morons such as call your father kin.<br />
<br />
And tricksters, too, you’ll find soon,<br />
May stalk beneath a hunter’s moon<br />
And howl a false compelling tune.<br />
Wolves no more than we are born to sin.<br />
<br />
From where you start to where you’ll get,<br />
Want to wonder, doubt to fret<br />
To dream to doom to guess to bet,<br />
We walk behind you and look ahead.<br />
<br />
Be the girl I’m teaching you to be,<br />
And who that is, we’ll wait to see.<br />
To be yourself is to be free<br />
In the jailhouse, jungle or your bed.<br />
<br />
If you wander far, and I hope you will<br />
Let each disaster be a thrill<br />
And let no wisdom wear your will<br />
Like your old man in his prime.<br />
<br />
You’ll meet some fools, the weak and damned-<br />
Offer each your sweet right hand<br />
And see they know to call you "Ma'am."<br />
To be aught but sister wastes your time.<br />
<br />
<blockquote>
"We have named it Cain. She caught it while I was up country trapping on the North Shore of the Erie; caught it in the timber a couple of miles from our dug-out -- or it might have been four, she isn't certain which. It resembles us in some ways, and may be a relation. That is what she thinks, but this is an error, in my judgment. The difference in size warrants the conclusion that it is a different and new kind of animal -- a fish, perhaps, though when I put it in the water to see, it sank, and she plunged in and snatched it out before there was opportunity for the experiment to determine the matter. I still think it is a fish"</blockquote>
from <em>Extracts from Adam's Diary, </em>by Mark Twain<br />
<br />
Our daughter was born today, September 11 at 9:34 local time. If I did the conversions right she is 7 pounds 8 ounces, 20 inches long, pretty as a peach and about that fuzzy. </div>
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Doug The Unahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04753071669562594194noreply@blogger.com30tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14632405.post-55862547432884307852011-08-02T06:29:00.000-07:002011-08-02T14:23:00.226-07:00Memo to the TSA<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">S</span>andal my feet with leopard's paws,</div><div>A claw before each toe.</div><div>Lace up my sheepskin, fleece face out</div><div>Unblooded like new snow.</div><div>At my hip, place a pirate's sword,</div><div>Polished, sharp and cold.</div><div>And let no razor graze my chin</div><div>Until my beard's grown bold.</div><div>Tie on my bandit's bandolier</div><div>A cartridge in each loop.</div><div>Among the stones, let me rehearse</div><div>My bellow, snarl and whoop.</div><div>Bind my legs with plates of steel,</div><div>Converging at the crotch.</div><div>And to my glorious last day,</div><div>Please set my golden watch.</div><div>Why does a man equip for war,</div><div>Who chose to live in peace?</div><div>He's gone to sylvan Oregon,</div><div>Three nephews and a niece.</div><div><br /></div>Doug The Unahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04753071669562594194noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14632405.post-60662230796418068002011-06-18T18:34:00.000-07:002011-06-20T08:26:32.830-07:00The Universal CataractThere's a universal puddle<div>In which we every bob</div><div>And each one touches every one</div><div>A muddy, wetted mob.</div><div><br /></div><div>Each motion moves our neighbor</div><div>And each neighbor wets the next</div><div>And the web of sloshing metaphor</div><div>Winds up in every text.</div><div><br /></div><div>And we all are brought together</div><div>Each creature, girl or man</div><div>We move the world with every touch</div><div>From every friendly hand</div><div>And so, you see, we live as one,</div><div>And can't stick to a plan.</div>Doug The Unahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04753071669562594194noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14632405.post-59050949155597366662011-06-06T18:33:00.000-07:002011-06-07T08:58:23.392-07:00For Actonbell, a rededication.The poets pen the names of God,<div>And journalists will tally fraud,</div><div>Maps gather information</div><div>From strange soils explorers trod.</div><div><br /></div><div>But what becomes of humorists,</div><div>Sardonic ropes of hemp in twists?</div><div>What brings their syncopations</div><div>Back for indexing in lists?</div><div><br /></div><div>Who hears where the laughter goes-</div><div>When chuckles fade and snorts echo?</div><div>Does the devil reap it for decoration</div><div>In Hell? Only Heaven knows.</div><div><br /></div><div>For my part, I'm here, I'll do my best</div><div>To make Sharyl laugh, (and all the rest.)</div><div>If I'm facing deportation</div><div>From this blog, I here attest:</div><div><br /></div><div>Though funny I may no more be</div><div>And rhyming gets the best of me,</div><div>By diligence and application</div><div>To blog may yet be here in me.</div><div><br /></div><div>Yes, think of Koko, gorilla caged,</div><div>Lacking speech, but from young age</div><div>Through persistent education,</div><div>Learned ASL without turning a page.</div><div><br /></div><div>And I have friends, some fruit and Blogspot</div><div>Plus free expression ('til I'm caught)</div><div>If all it takes is concentration</div><div>Then boil me some tea to cross, perhaps an aye to dot.</div><div><br /></div><div>So I reintroduce now Doug Drones On,</div><div>Though sometimes here and sometimes gone</div><div>Until blogging or I one day depart the nation.</div><div>(Posting may by neglect grow short unlike my front lawn.)</div><div><br /></div><div>For is Koko really not like me?</div><div>Or trekkers, scribes, riffraffery?</div><div>Great ape, now, my invocation-</div><div>I'll try to write a joke or three</div><div>If not daily, then monthly,</div><div>Help me write for friends to see</div><div>Be my primate inspiration,</div><div>And quit shaking the family tree!</div>Doug The Unahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04753071669562594194noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14632405.post-81889621067027667082011-05-01T16:04:00.000-07:002011-05-02T12:35:51.547-07:00The Man Who Corrupted HadleyvilleHis eyes were dark as midnight,<div>His hat was cocked towards two,</div><div>His tongue stood still like high noon</div><div>While he stood in velvet shoe.</div><div><br /></div><div>A turquoise scarf hid his jaw,</div><div>And silver edged his pistol.</div><div>He held his hands down by his hips</div><div>Without a word or whistle.</div><div><br /></div><div>The honest folk turned towards the shops</div><div>Where on better days they dealt,</div><div>And every child, late at play,</div><div>Got drawn in like a belt.</div><div><br /></div><div>The dusty stranger held his ground</div><div>As all the town receded.</div><div>Drunkards guessed his dark intent</div><div>And bartenders indeeded.</div><div><br /></div><div>The Sheriff cloaked his gun and badge</div><div>And checked his empty cells.</div><div>The hangman tied a diamond hitch</div><div>While cowboys hid in wells.</div><div><br /></div><div>Young Ladies slid toward shelter,</div><div>While sneaking brazen stares</div><div>And stallions tied to hitching posts</div><div>Nickered for their mares.</div><div><br /></div><div>The banker, only, braved the man,</div><div>Rubbed his visor and he</div><div>Said "You must be a dreadful rogue</div><div>To dress so like a dandy."</div>Doug The Unahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04753071669562594194noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14632405.post-6367184136362856002011-04-22T08:24:00.000-07:002011-04-23T09:13:37.000-07:00Viernes SanctoGood Friday's when I wonder how<div>This world would meet its savior now.</div><div>Would we even notice thirteen men</div><div>Performing wonders now and then?</div><div>Could we put the L<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ORD</span> up on TV</div><div>For all this napping world to see?</div><div>Would the Sanhedrin and Caiaphus</div><div>And Rick Santorum make a fuss,</div><div>And call Jesus a pious swindle</div><div>Or write new gospels straight to Kindle?</div><div>Would Jesus feed the multitudes,</div><div>Loaves and Fish for gals and dudes?</div><div>Or take back all the fish filet</div><div>And make water from the McCafe?</div><div>And quiet down the constant chatter</div><div>Over things that hardly matter,</div><div>Stop the presses, hold the phone</div><div>And let the lonely be alone?</div><div>Perhaps the world, now always streaming</div><div>Needs salvation from redeeming.</div><div><br /></div><div>Would He be King, who came to save,</div><div>On "Survivor- Isle Beyond The Grave?"</div>Doug The Unahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04753071669562594194noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14632405.post-23932069418989261332011-04-01T05:58:00.000-07:002011-04-01T06:09:06.758-07:00Le Roi Des FousHere, now, on April Fool's Day,<div>Which returns each year in May,</div><div>Let's take time to rededicate</div><div>Ourselves to whate'er made us great.</div><div><br /></div><div>With folly as first principle,</div><div>Let other cares be minceable</div><div>And seek in every way and thing</div><div>A nat'l hero, judge and king.</div><div><br /></div><div>Who is the wisest fool, let's ask,</div><div>And how best to achieve our task?</div><div>I'd begin, I'll share with thee,</div><div>By searching the majority.</div>Doug The Unahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04753071669562594194noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14632405.post-18313463162088551462011-03-02T20:18:00.000-08:002011-03-03T04:21:48.625-08:00Corinthian Pleasure- A Carnival PrayerPaul teaches the best things are three:<div>Faith and Hope and charity.</div><div>I surely take his words as true</div><div>And hold them up in all I do.</div><div>But, God knows, and I'll confess</div><div>There are other ways we're blessed</div><div>And when I pray for strength, like Paul</div><div>The gifts I wish for most of all</div><div>Are similar to Paul's in number-</div><div>First, I pray, Lord, make me dumber</div><div>For which of Paul's gifts pass the dense</div><div>For fellowship with those with sense?</div><div>Then I ask a little madness</div><div>To comfort me in times of sadness</div><div>And so my will is never tested</div><div>Even once I've been arrested.</div><div>Third, I pray my spirit's small</div><div>Of lesser gifts, the best of all,</div><div>To never trust in our conclusions</div><div>Yet to doubt our own illusions.</div><div><br /></div><div>I won't debate the good apostly,</div><div>And pray my pride won't be too costly</div><div>When, heart aroar and gut arumble,</div><div>I pray "keep thy crazy fool humble."</div><div style="text-align: center;">-Timothy Timfor </div>Doug The Unahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04753071669562594194noreply@blogger.com31tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14632405.post-12559867310450761352011-02-25T07:36:00.000-08:002011-03-02T21:45:09.965-08:00A conspiracy so vast<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">T</span>o all but the conspirator</div><div>(Mark there's as many as before)</div><div>The thing about conspiracy</div><div>Is it's there for none to see.</div><div>Each man whether stout or frail</div><div>Conjures up his own betrayal-</div><div>A vampire banker in the night</div><div>(Or schoolmarm if you're on the right.)</div><div>Whichever shadow you pursue,</div><div>And I bet you money it's a Jew,</div><div>With all our demons aggregated</div><div>And in with our neighbors titrated</div><div>The conspiracy has grown so vast</div><div>To become democracy at last.</div><div>And once our enemies are pooled,</div><div>We're rightly glad to have been fooled.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">-<i>Burnett Holmes</i></div>Doug The Unahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04753071669562594194noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14632405.post-26128507918930168732011-02-15T08:20:00.000-08:002011-02-15T08:33:30.891-08:00Ogre Day 2011<i>When freedom comes to Tripoli,</i><div><i>The despot hanged on live TV,</i></div><div><i>Love will keep the dastard's head</i></div><div><i>Entangled in its braided thread.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>Yea, it's true, a tyrant risen,</i></div><div><i>Is buoyant on a sea of prison;</i></div><div><i>In this world of friends and neighbors</i></div><div><i>And charity and hugs and labors.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>Shackles bind the very best</i></div><div><i>While embraces tie the rest</i></div><div><i>And affection makes the world go round,</i></div><div><i>Which as it spins, grinds us down.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>Yes, love's a rose, I hear. I do,</i></div><div><i>And kindness is the truest true,</i></div><div><i>But whichever gracious heart may spawn it,</i></div><div><i>An ogre's bile be upon it.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;">-Amelia Roston Browning</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">A dismal ogre Day to all my friends!</span></i></div>Doug The Unahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04753071669562594194noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14632405.post-83768868521068811122011-02-02T06:00:00.000-08:002011-02-02T06:05:58.630-08:00CPA DayToday I'll meet with an accountant<div>Who'll prescribe the amount that</div><div>in taxes I'm due to pay</div><div>April 15th or ground hog day</div><div>Is this tyranny or patriotism?</div><div>Nah, but worth some rhyme and rhythm.</div>Doug The Unahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04753071669562594194noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14632405.post-84310802937673288432011-01-21T07:46:00.001-08:002011-01-21T08:57:17.491-08:00PrestidigitationI met a young man sitting between the trees<div>Juggling percents and trilion-threes,</div><div>Buzzing like a swarm of bees,</div><div>I asked of his anxieties.</div><div><br /></div><div>"Exports have fallen four percent,</div><div>Unemployment's higher than the rent,</div><div>Immigrations up and still they're sent</div><div>And bankers borrow what they haven't lent.</div><div><br /></div><div>"The reminbi," he said to me,</div><div>"Is lower than it ought to be</div><div>Gas is high and, can't you see?</div><div>Freedom's never bought for free!"</div><div><br /></div><div>His worries seemed to be amounting</div><div>To hysteria in his accounting.</div><div>I asked, "Why sit with crises mounting?"</div><div>He said, "I'm not idle, man- I'm counting!"</div>Doug The Unahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04753071669562594194noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14632405.post-65598888940915870062011-01-06T04:46:00.000-08:002011-01-06T05:39:36.537-08:00Lazarus and Dives, before they went mainstreamLazarus and Dives<br />Met in the road one day<br />Lazarus, he bowed low,<br />And heard the rich man say:<br /><br />“Judea loves me most of all<br />Though you and I are strangers still<br />I’m the toast of Rome and Susa<br />While Hebrews do my will.<br /><br />But still I live a righteous life<br />And all my tithes are paid<br />My children worship Adonai<br />In every place we’ve stayed.”<br /><br />Lazarus answered soft and humbly,<br />“My cow is dry and my land unarable<div>My money's soft, my grain is crumbly<br />My donkey’s back has grown unbearable<br />But a gloried life awaits me numbly<br />If I can get into a parable.”</div>Doug The Unahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04753071669562594194noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14632405.post-80429205204546778062011-01-01T07:34:00.000-08:002011-01-02T04:05:05.181-08:00To 2011<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">2</span>011 has at last appeared,<br />Reconciled, wished on, prayed for and feared<br />And shall we predict what this near year will hold?<br />Only if we’re foolish, shameless and bold-<br />I propose that the pessimists will again be proved wrong<br />Yet remain unpersuaded by reason or song<br />While the optimists see that the future is bright<br />‘Til we need them for food by New Year’s Eve night.<div><br /></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Note to readers: Right now, I'm thinking the title of this blog gets a new meaning and will contain intermittent posts like the Wednesdays and Saturdays from Waking Ambrose, though not necessarily on Wednesday, Saturday or any other regular schedule. To keep up, you may want to use Google Reader or with the <a href="feed://dougdroneson.blogspot.com/atom.xml">RSS feed</a>. I think there is one. </span></i></div>Doug The Unahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04753071669562594194noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14632405.post-41394577909755962952010-11-06T03:41:00.000-07:002010-11-06T04:08:46.101-07:00The Reformation of Wolfshausen<div><a href="http://homepage.mac.com/dpascover/.Public/95-Wolfshausen.mp3"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMiTW5YJ0nmUyx5LYqbvH7-iWg0TQOMiT1n34-inBZ1XW07vJAokJ-wU6FsorEFg7-VQFOLURwVmIdMLt3sNpoJvyeYCwl3zcYbynbkC6xs426LGFT9VBY0FIyN2KWSsuiM0Za/s320/friedhofVI.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536385451977806610" /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Teil Fünfundneunzig</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">To hear <a href="http://greenteapot.blogspot.com/">Actonbell</a> read the final episode, gather up before the angel.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://homepage.mac.com/dpascover/Sites/Wolfshausen%20XCV.pdf"><img style="float:left; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRUuU310yO9XyNzagAPAi5TvA6D0e5RwhX0_KkdJmfkP3i0mAhEXqzundLlFZEbZlghijMcvNtyGCsdlgelMKwIUx7eIxneD7bIID-F4AdbY7GQ9TH4m4bQwTLtAD3EcA1NWJg/s320/wisteria_lge1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536385455290596978" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Or, you can read this episode among the Wisteria.</div><div style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">The whole kit and caboodle are </span><a href="http://homepage.mac.com/dpascover/Sites/The%20Reformation%20of%20Wolfshausen.pdf"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">here</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">This blog will now be on hiatus until 2011. Thank you to all who have read and/or enjoyed the stories here and best wishes for the holiday season.</div></div></div></div>Doug The Unahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04753071669562594194noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14632405.post-12418450572338086012010-10-30T05:33:00.000-07:002010-10-30T05:46:20.466-07:00The Reformation of Wolfshausen<div><a href="http://homepage.mac.com/dpascover/.Public/94-Wolfshausen.mp3"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 273px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcPYhCBFwwT_tWqt-ZgWEnXWcxtdG1ilzIQYRe93E_Ef7l1WmXzPIXzFOWO12dom8CPoFrWIVeskGgLJqDiHB5yVrqrDnAE1sazfz66S4FasLH4xiJvKKaYKjTITLhkka-HbBw/s320/angry-man.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533819298914609298" /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Teil Vierundneunzig</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">To hear <a href="http://tanlucypez.blogspot.com/">TLP</a> read this week's story, click on the angry man.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://homepage.mac.com/dpascover/Sites/Wolfshausen%20XCIV.pdf"><img style="float:left; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIWFwngdB0MLlcQjtRkKRN7x4Yc3DdXEVL_2IJubuxvyfES5ANBNYsG8W6fH6C-jNU6VwNAt3RjEhQ9BN9rcPSzMdgRvaoe6Kbla4_VWv1lj2qcOt3HRe7vp7SHZM6vGMnywYu/s320/0.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533819297910888226" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Or, you can read this episode with the adolescent novice at left.</div><div style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">The story so far is </span><a href="http://homepage.mac.com/dpascover/Sites/The%20Reformation%20of%20Wolfshausen.pdf"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">here</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">And happy birthday to my separated-at-birth <a href="http://aralecho.blogspot.com/">sister</a> and TLP's separated-at-birth <a href="http://quackbirder.blogspot.com/">daughter</a>.</span></div></div></div></div>Doug The Unahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04753071669562594194noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14632405.post-67763396570652389392010-10-23T07:06:00.000-07:002010-10-23T16:36:05.897-07:00The Reformation of Wolfshausen<div><a href="http://homepage.mac.com/dpascover/.Public/93-Wolfshausen.mp3"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 307px; height: 310px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8N9xf_ICCqDbRQy96EPLBuL-W7dmUbLu1rZVUvtqnD60q7Rg3roLoVJExao5ITi5x0muHVEd3r2MCdjik3MkWl4THzqPuHPiUy0t1KQM5DznEq-aTaYG_yI_AI-0tISSKNDRq/s320/peterdeniesjesus.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531388644950502690" /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Teil Dreiundneunzig</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">To hear this week's story, listen for the cock to crow.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://homepage.mac.com/dpascover/Sites/Wolfshausen%20XCIII.pdf"><img style="float:left; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 185px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0FX0E_UPeqNA5YcQDOIIDDnoX_RYI4YDO3ImvD5Yz5KuUVh5MJFHr2bljq47q2gCPyBvhfv_colw7QE3QtfB-TRqVpyPmCYwgb5apbYM0V7c7Egm1DO61vTYPhlJAhmqnrbqN/s320/Dor%C3%A9+the+children%27s+crusade.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531388647749953234" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Or, you can read this episode on the way to the children's crusade.</div><div style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">The story so far is </span><a href="http://homepage.mac.com/dpascover/Sites/The%20Reformation%20of%20Wolfshausen.pdf"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">here</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">.</span></div></div></div></div>Doug The Unahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04753071669562594194noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14632405.post-82940416660687046422010-10-16T06:55:00.000-07:002010-10-17T17:54:59.814-07:00The Reformation of Wolfshausen<div><a href="http://homepage.mac.com/dpascover/.Public/92-Wolfshausen.mp3"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNO4B6yVEXawqsZNS7XmY_epZaGNlt37zJrwcrgnDWXkopNNUJDds3qCQWX74VKz7RVD_4U6DjboHXWdPZ0-CHb4RUWJmn74rtY3w_zTuQS-2yUfIbcsxjl6GJ8MCtwSNr3NuA/s320/Blakeworks6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529182758917853890" /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">Teil Zwoundneunzig</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">To hear this week's story, listen for Adalbert's wrath.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://homepage.mac.com/dpascover/Sites/Wolfshausen%20XCII.pdf"><img style="float:left; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 284px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHt3D183XTu59zXaLgMtpQPEwdKfDcZsddw2Ab71ze3uQQmv8dAcLXuvFoUHVhyphenhypheno8AZZVzkmMBvf0wtKUIRnKCA4lLQ5qrQKxy3zvLTeRxhqqO_qEK5yyHAcHfTB3VA8zlzlA4/s320/chi_rho_px.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529182753256878674" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Or, you can read this episode in the Chi-Rho at left.</div><div style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">The story so far is </span><a href="http://homepage.mac.com/dpascover/Sites/The%20Reformation%20of%20Wolfshausen.pdf"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">here</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">.</span></div></div></div></div>Doug The Unahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04753071669562594194noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14632405.post-64072651971644094292010-10-09T07:41:00.000-07:002010-10-17T17:56:34.362-07:00The Reformation of Wolfshausen<div><a href="http://homepage.mac.com/dpascover/.Public/91-Wolfshausen.mp3"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKVEMugMsu5TnMVMJ03ZhVHeBBSVRfOTCl6LZNXA40rnqZJyxrEhRz5cCR5OUfQY-UjOK142E_5ktKWG-6sgpO1E6iOfaVv9vFfPTIsqeqjrcN6TjsMgKqPchFiCsVoEI1ICn1/s320/Marburgview.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526262000734877698" /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">Teil Einundneunzig</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">To hear this week's story, follow Dietrich and Gretchen down the streets of Marburg.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://homepage.mac.com/dpascover/Sites/Wolfshausen%20XCI.pdf"><img style="float:left; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6WCkOrBhzkpO2fw46uf0Yba2Ol8JMo3PAC9lmxD5vCZXVpJMfJ6QVs4ENIdnJNTbMWdxJXZnTTb6ikG3Owq0mQNBtLLMi3ScLKA6usHxcpTf1JKsT5GssiUamiAGapPBipRpj/s320/jethro-tull-aqualung.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526261994846756978" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Or, you can read this episode with Jan.</div><div style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">The story so far is </span><a href="http://homepage.mac.com/dpascover/Sites/The%20Reformation%20of%20Wolfshausen.pdf"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">here</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">.</span></div></div></div></div>Doug The Unahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04753071669562594194noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14632405.post-28324458914404859042010-10-02T07:51:00.000-07:002010-10-02T15:03:48.843-07:00The Reformation of Wolfshausen<div><a href="http://homepage.mac.com/dpascover/.Public/90-Wolfshausen.mp3"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOOp2WXFlrqrHGIDtLSvTXlIVHrqeMgHcsYVV4RcB7Xt9J0EkO_1cW0_CJVRCvyrqPdaFCq45XbsSrzHL9Or3rG8Wm56uLV7tVtfkq-32ZMiZSN4DFPaoBnORtu0WEd3B3wFoC/s320/Ecclesiastes.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523572274925126898" /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">Teil Neunzig</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">To hear this week's story, gather around the preacher.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://homepage.mac.com/dpascover/Sites/Wolfshausen%20XC.pdf"><img style="float:left; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCqn3Oew0EteOPX1yGKr-MhnNQBWaObe74rcmlxA2DxbYJMz6T3kr8yYfIFmyGRQnIEdQTGAG_W3edLgVry74dwKUvyiGM58suFCPfXMpSuPgn9vGDrPuw062u5Zfd6b4TW-tq/s320/barabbasandpilate.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523572273340050722" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Or, you can read this episode with Pontius Pilate and Barrabas.</div><div style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">The story so far is </span><a href="http://homepage.mac.com/dpascover/Sites/The%20Reformation%20of%20Wolfshausen.pdf"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">here</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">.</span></div></div></div></div>Doug The Unahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04753071669562594194noreply@blogger.com4