I wish I were a brother who could contort his body into unnatural positions.
Oh wait! I am!

Posted by RAD at 01:06 PM | Comments (3)
Lava Lamp Kills Idiot

Only in America can an exploding Lava Lamp kill a 24-year-old idiot. The man, a
trailer dweller from Washington, placed a lava lamp on a hot stovetop. The lamp
exploded and sent a splinter of glass into his heart. Boo Hoo. I’m all choked
up.
Smart money is that the parents of the idiot will sue the makers of Lava Lamps
because there was no warning on the box that stated “WARNING IDIOTS: DO NOT HEAT
YOUR LAVA LAMP ON THE STOVETOP! DER!”
Posted by RAD at 07:28 AM | Comments (6)
November 27, 2004
Strike 7!
I have been having conversations recently about my youth sport days, usually to
the sweet sounds of uncontrollable laughter of the people I speak with. I have
always been a failure at all things sport. I should have figured out at an early
age that I was talentless and clumsy, but I still gave my best efforts. Every
sport I tried, be it basketball, football, wrestling or shot-put and discuss, I
ended up shaming myself in front of various schools, their students, the
community, my friends and family.
In Kindergarten I struck out in Tee-Ball. I was a member of the Padres, a team
sponsored by “Field’s World of Wood,” a local wood-selling business.

Russ displays his power-batting stance in 1981
I know what you are thinking. “How could someone possibly strike out in T-Ball?”
Believe me, I’m just as befuddled.
I remember one particular championship game. It was a dark day in my 6-year-old
life. It was upon my shoulders to make some points to lead us to victory. I
couldn’t hit the ball. I would swing the bat and hit the ground. I would swing
the bat and knock over the T. The umpire was a gracious man and kept giving me
more chances. It finally got to the seven count, strike seven, and the umpire
had no choice but to toss me out of the game. “Move along son. Let the girl hit
next,” was the final thing I heard as I slowly walked off the field with my head
held down. There was one girl on our team.
“I’ll try better next season dad,” I wanted to say to the umpire, “Please don’t
be ashamed of me.” I remained silent however.
I blame my inability to hit a ball atop a T to the massive baseball cap I was
forced to wear.
Posted by RAD at 07:50 AM | Comments (2)
November 25, 2004
Thanksgiving 2004
Working on Thanksgiving, I still have the same sentiments as I did on Memorial
Day 2004. My family eats in less than 2 hours, always at noon. I will feast with
my family later on this evening, but for lunch I have this delectable morsel:

Turkey Meal: A Thanksgiving tradition
I am thankful for the free bowling game this meal provides. On my way to work
today, the sunrise was beautiful.

My Techno Phone takes crap pictures
I am thankful for my family, friends and my boss, who requires me to work on all
holidays. I am thankful to be alive and live in this glorious country.
Happy Thanksgiving to all.
Posted by RAD at 10:18 AM | Comments (4)
November 24, 2004
LURKERS
Greetings to all of you lurkers who frequent these hallowed pages of the
radhole. I know you are there, silently peeping, quietly reading and saving all
the pictures I put online in a special RAD folder in “My Documents.” It’s all
good. You don’t have to admit it here because I know the truth.
Inspired by my brother’s birthday rap to me, I am writing this poem about my
Lurker readership, or you, the ones who read the radhole and do not comment:
Lurk
I smirk at you
as you Stoop
for
Slam Sammy
and da talkie whammy
Ham Hole got swagger
For you read in silence
chuckle and hackle
and tackle and shackle
Spat at yer gablessness you filth lurkers do I
Hunched and bunched
and punched and scrunched
Why do you not spake
at my musings
and ramblings
and wacky
samplings?
Hoggish I am for yer comments
Lurkers slam sammy
say sometha whammy
hammy hole jammy
slink, stick bammy
Das Ende
Posted by RAD at 09:21 AM | Comments (0)
November 23, 2004
U2 – How to Dismantle An Atomic Bomb (2004)
With the sweet sounds of The Edge’s guitar, the passionate vocals of Bono and
the ever present Larry and Adam accompanying on the drums and bass…U2’s new
album, “How to Dismantle An Atomic Bomb”, is downright excellent. I believe it
may be one of their best ever. Pirated copies of the album have been circulating
on the internet two weeks before today’s official release. But now it’s
official. The record is in stores now. Buy it. You know you want to buy it.
I received the album through secret channels a while ago and will now comment on
it. I urge you, the consumer, to purchase the album from stores instead of
downloading it. I am picking up my copy sometime this week. U2 deserves our
dollars.
In lieu of commenting on the entire album, I will chronicle my favorite tracks:
Of course there is the already overplayed first single and iPod commercial song
“Vertigo.” I enjoy this song. It harkens back to their olden 1980’s days. It
rocks.
But then comes “Miracle Drug.” The lyrics, “The songs are in your eyes\I see
them when you smile\I've had enough of romantic love\I'd give it up, yeah, I'd
give it up\For a miracle, miracle drug” say it all. “Miracle Drug” is a
hauntingly beautiful song with pounding drums, piano, driving guitar and the
ultimate instrument, Bono’s voice. Bono is at peak performance.
“Sometimes You Can’t Make It On Your Own” has replaced my favorite U2 song of
all time: “If God Will Send His Angels” from the album Pop. This song is wicked
catchy. Bono sings with such zeal. I cannot help but listen to it over and over
again. I am in fact listening to it over and over as I write this review. “I
know that we don't talk\I'm sick of it all\Can you hear me when I Sing,\you're
the reason I sing\You're the reason why the opera is in me” This song speaks to
me on so many levels.
Rounding out my favorite songs on HTDAAB is “City of Blinding Lights.” “I've
seen you walk unafraid\I've seen you in the clothes you made\Can you see the
beauty inside of me?\What happened to the beauty I had inside of me?” There is a
backing vocal on this track that entrances.
Overall, “How to Dismantle An Atomic Bomb” continues the music of the greatest
band on Earth. They have consistently produced good music, from the experimental
to the “classic.” Buy it today.
U2 launches their new world tour in March of 2005. I will be there. I have seen
U2 4 times since 1992. Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
Posted by RAD at 09:57 AM | Comments (3)
radhole Wallpaper 6
1024x768
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November 22, 2004
radhole mascot Willis the hateful dog
A few months back, I was throwing a coffee can full of grease into the dumpster
when I saw a mangy rat terrier/Chihuahua dog whimpering from an obvious wound in
his leg. He limped up to me and licked my boot. I was so captivated by him that
I scooped him up and took him home. I named him Willis and nursed him back to
health.

"Whatever punks!" says Willis
Willis is a mean dog. He attacks on command, which I just adore. He understands
the words “Kill Zone.”

Willis is very photogenic
Willis is a leaper. He can jump sometimes ten feet. He is also a scurrier. If
you order him to attack, he will run at unnatural speeds, dodge all obstacles
and cause bodily harm with precision. Willis is a hater. He hates even me, the
one who cares for him and loves him. I do not care that he hates me. All I know
is that he is always there … to maim and destroy my enemies.

I make Willis wear this funny hat
Willis the hateful dog is the newest member of the radhole team. If you get a
chance, please send your good wishes to Willis. He won’t care. Just do it
anyways.

Posted by RAD at 11:21 AM | Comments (13)
November 18, 2004
j. charles' birthday rap
My brother sent me this for my birthday. I laughed my ass off:
YO YO
AIN'T GON TA RAP
NO B SLAPPY SAM DAY TAP
SHUT YOUR HAM HOLE
NOT GONNA RAP
AIN'T GOT NONE TREATS
NO MEATS
NO TEATS
FOR BIRTHING FEATS
AIN'T GOT NONE SWANK
NO SWAG
NO GAB
NO
AIN'T NOTHIN' BUT NOTIN' NOTHIN'
FEAST ON YOUR MERRY BIRTHING DAY!
Jeff
Posted by RAD at 05:20 PM | Comments (1)
Monster Thick Burger commercial/monologue

Here is my Monster Thick Burger commercial/monologue:
EXT. FIELD – DAY
A filthy cowboy, clad in dirty blue jeans, cowboy boots, blue flannel shirt and
hat looks into the camera. He is chewing tobacco and spits towards the ground.
COWBOY
I’m a manly man. Here on the ranch, after a hard days work of wrastling
livestock, destroying flowers, regulating the sheep and makin’ sweet and gentle
love to my lady, I need something that fills my massive appetite.
COWBOY SPITS TOBACCO JUICE
COWBOY CONTINUED
When my belly calls for something hearty jumbo, I have Hardee’s deliver a
Monster Thickburger so that I may feast here on my ranchy battleground.
When this burger’s grease spills down the front of my musty flannel, I am amazed
at the beefy goodness. It is seasoned, fried and delicious. With two one-third
pound hunks of Angus beef, four strips of crispy bacon, three slices of American
cheese and seven tablespoons of mayonnaise on a buttered, toasted, sesame seed
bun, I cannot help but fill my belly. My abdomen is genetically designed to
process and digest a massive amount of meat products. I’m a rancher. I need
thickburger.
All for the low, low price of $5.49, it’s a bargain y’see? And a heart attack on
a platter. Buy one today, a Monster Thickburger from Hardee’s. SueWeeeeeeeee!!!
Posted by RAD at 10:12 AM | Comments (8)
Happy Birthday to Me and Jen
Happy birthday to me. Happy birthday to my sister also. I love you Jenny D!
Posted by RAD at 08:36 AM | Comments (2)
November 17, 2004
Give Bush Some Sugah

Give George Some Sugar!
President Bush today announced he is nominating domestic policy adviser Margaret
Spellings to be the next education secretary. This picture says it all.
Posted by RAD at 11:48 AM | Comments (3)
Monster Thickburger
Lookie here at Hardee’s Monster Thickburger:

Now that’s what I call a burger! It's got a cool name. Two one-third-pound hunks
of Angus beef, four strips of crispy bacon, three slices of American cheese and
mayo … lots of mayonnaise…on a buttered, toasted sesame seed bun! Sweet lord. It
has 1,420 calories and twice the recommended daily allowance of saturated fat.
Plus nearly a full day's worth of sodium.
You could probably eat one after 420 … that is for sure.
Add some medium fries (520 calories) and soda (about 400 calories) for a
complete meal to keep you going for several days.

Posted by RAD at 09:18 AM | Comments (5)
November 15, 2004
Tejon St. Turkey Crawl 2004 Pictures
Here are some pictures from the Tejon St. Turkey Pub Crawl.

Chocolate Chong was da man as usual

...more pictures at the link below...

Posted by RAD at 03:05 AM | Comments (2)
November 14, 2004
Swaggering down Tejon Street
Tonight is the Tejon St. Turkey Pub Crawl. Many pictures to come. Oh yes. Oh
yes. Chocolate Chong will be there. Does that make you want to go all the more?
Of course.
Posted by RAD at 08:43 AM | Comments (0)
November 13, 2004
The Pulleyman Hat

It's that time of year. The snows come. I must burrow out my Pulleyman hat. It's
coyote. It's Russian. It's the most warm hat I have ever worn. I love it.
Plus it's got style.
My Pulleyman hat was part of my costume in Pulleyman: A Comedy in Snow.
Posted by RAD at 02:01 PM | Comments (2)
forever energy
forever energy
by RAD
11-13-04
shifting sands of Time
slip through the cracks
of life
offering no solace
as it
stalks us
and ages us
fills our heads with wisdom
with each breath it passes
infinity spreads above and below
far left and far right
spanning eternally
its chaos and darkness
wonders and mysteries
light and matter
containing everything
energy
Time owns us all.
we tread on to conquer it
but it always wins
and claims all things
ceaselessly moving forward
locking the past
carving the future
it’s only a matter of time.
Das Ende
Posted by RAD at 12:28 AM | Comments (1)
November 12, 2004
The Russell

PS: HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM! love Russ
Posted by RAD at 04:19 PM | Comments (0)
November 11, 2004
I'm a mentor
Only at radhole can one find cursing the cocksuckers at the FCC one moment, and
then coming clean about volunteer work the next.
Russ Dale is a mystery you see. I’m like a phantom. People may think I’m a
belligerent, opinionated dick, but that is far from the case. I’m more normal
than you can possibly believe. Also more unique. lol
For the past two weeks, I have been down in Five Points tutoring a 4th grader
from Wyman Elementary School for Whiz Kids Tutoring. He’s a great kid. He’s
smart and really on the ball. The Denver neighborhoods that are served by Wyman
Elementary are Central Business, City Park West, Five Points, North Capitol Hill
and Whittier.
Whiz Kids is a one-on-one volunteer tutoring/mentoring program focusing on
elementary school age kids who live in areas that have some of the highest
drop-out rates in Denver and the surrounding areas. The program is hosted
predominantly in urban churches. I tutor at Cleaves Memorial Christian Methodist
Episcopal Church at 2222 Marion St.
I am but one in the Army of Volunteers who help fight illiteracy. It’s one of
most rewarding and fulfilling experiences I have ever undertaken. It’s life
changing. I hope I make a difference. No matter how bad I feel, or how sad I am,
when I leave tutoring, I leave feeling refreshed and joyful. By investing two
hours of my time, every Wednesday, I’d like to think that I am making a
difference in this child's life. I'm still new at it, but nothing shall stop me
from doing it.
Do you volunteer your time?
Posted by RAD at 11:26 AM | Comments (1)
Saving Network Bastards
The FCC is spooking broadcasters again. This time it's about airing the
classically realistic WWII film "Saving Private Ryan" on Veterans Day. More than
20 ABC affiliates did not take part in the networks running of the movie due to
recent FCC actions and the re-election of President Bush. Supposedly the
acclaimed film's violence and language might draw fines from the Federal
Communications Commission. I spit bile at the FCC. We're moving backwards
people! What the hell is wrong with this?! Everything! Some affiliates played
Andy Griffith’s "Return to Mayberry” instead! Yikes, Barney Fife is probably
rolling in his grave. My bad, Don Knots isn’t dead yet.
ABC showed Steven Spielberg's Oscar-winning movie uncut in 2000 and 2001 with
minimal complaints, and the complaints they did receive were dismissed.
Ray Cole, president of Citadel Communications, told AP Radio, "It would clearly
have been our preference to run the movie. We think it's a patriotic, artistic
tribute to our fighting forces.” I agree with Mr. Cole 1,000%. The movie is a
decently accurate portrayal of war. The movie is a representation of history. If
I were in a battle zone, I wouldn’t hesitate to scream the word “FUCK” while in
the shit. Our men and women fighting in Iraq do not say, “Golly Gee. Gadzukes
General,” in times of stress.
The FCC sickens me. This is one of the reasons why I don’t watch television.
They are controlling what we see and hear. It’s not right. It’s wrong. Plain and
simple.
On a side note, did you hear about Howard Stern confronting the Federal
Communications Commission Chairman Michael Powell during a radio talk show? Way
to go Howard. They traded verbal punches and Stern charged him with nepotism and
undermining free speech. It’s true.
I have sounded off on the evil, vile, filthy, bastard FCC before:
--1--2--3--
Posted by RAD at 09:48 AM | Comments (5)
November 10, 2004
U2 Lyrics 2
"Can - you - hear - me - when - I -
Sing, you're the reason I sing
You're the reason why the opera is in me..."

U2, "Sometimes You Can't Make It On Your Own" from the upcoming album How To
Dismantle An Atomic Bomb
"I am you and you are mine
Love makes nonsense of space
And time...will disappear
Love and logic keep us clear
Reason is on our side, love..."

U2, "Miracle Drug" from the upcoming album How To Dismantle An Atomic Bomb
Posted by RAD at 11:06 AM | Comments (0)
Jimmy – the 6-year-old radhole fan
I am no stranger to fan/hate mail. Usually I brush it off. Not this time. Jimmy,
a 6-year-old boy who boasts his genius is grander than mine, is becoming quite a
bother. If I had a rubber hose, I would beat the kid down a notch or two. I’m
not one to thump children. I do dislike British kids, but Jimmy is not British
and I still abhor him. This tot has some set of balls. I have been looking into
his background and think I have found some interesting tidbits of information.
Jimmy, whose last name I am withholding due to privacy laws, lives in the
outskirts of Bend Oregon. How he access to the internet is beyond me. How he
happened upon radhole is also a mystery.
From my research, I have found that he lives with his mother and father at a
Motel 8, paying weekly rates. I even managed to find a recent school picture, in
which he is dressed in his retro best. His parents must be very cruel to dress
him in such a getup. I hacked into his school records and found other
information. Besides liking SpongeBob SquarePants, his skills are, fantastically
enough, shit talking, which is obvious by the hateful letters I receive in my
mailbox at home. One of his teachers commented: “Jimmy lives to be hateful to
his peers and his teachers. A vile boy, it is my recommendation that he seek a
professional to deal with his rage.”
I assume Jimmy does other things 6-year-olds do, like picking his nose,
occasionally crapping his pants and screaming that he wants the new Darth Vader
action figure at Toys R Us.
MOMMY I WANT THAT! BUY ME THAT! I NEED IT! BUY IT FOR ME! MOMMA! MOMMA?! LOOK
OVER HERE! LOOK AT ME! MOM! OVER HERE! DARTH VADER! THE DARK LORD OF THE SITH! I
NEED HIS ACTION FIGURE! I WANT IT! I WISH TO HAVE EPIC BATTLES OF GOOD VERSUS
EVIL AT HOME IN MY PLAY PEN! IN ORDER TO MAKE MY DREAM A REALITY, I NEED THIS
DARTH VADER FIGURE. I WISH TO BE A DARK JEDI! MOM!? WAAAAAAAAA! BUY IT!
WAAAAAAA! WAAAAAAA! *Jimmy wipes the snot from his nose*
Jimmy is brilliant and cocky. I think he can peer into my mind. I will take it
upon myself to educate this poor boy. I will school him in the ways of tact and
goodness. I will turn him from the dark side. Come on now Jimmy what do you say?
Posted by RAD at 08:26 AM | Comments (2)
November 09, 2004
Jimmy Gets Mad

No Jimmy, FUCK YOU! I'm the champion of this domain. Me. ME! I'm the God. I'm
the God!!!!! Go fornicate yourself with a fork you 6 year old prick.
Posted by RAD at 11:05 AM | Comments (5)
November 08, 2004
Jimmy Loves Me

Posted by RAD at 01:27 PM | Comments (1)
Guest Author round 2
I am the Guest Author over at Allison’s web while she is in the hospital
undergoing abdominal surgery. I am scared. She has a lot of interesting readers
and I am unsure if I can entertain them. They are highbrow and educated. lol
My genius wit and humor is put-offish to some. I will tone it down for her loyal
readers and leave the real freak show stuff for my website.

The last time I Guest Authored for Allison was May 27, 2004.
I met Allison at Adams State College in Alamosa Colorado. I am visiting Allison
in Maryland from Friday December 17th through Tuesday December 21st. Out east,
east of Colorado, away from the Rocky Mountains, east, away from home, sea
level, so much air, away, visiting, not mountainous, there, not here. I haven't
seen her in over 6 years.
Posted by RAD at 12:04 PM | Comments (1)
November 07, 2004
Caption Me 2

Write a caption for this picture
Posted by RAD at 12:17 AM | Comments (3)
November 06, 2004
The Weird of Bill Murray and Garfield
My palie Albert Einstein the action figure and I were thinking about the strange
loop between the new Garfield (2004) movie and Bill Murray, the voice of
Garfield in that new movie. Am I the only one who thinks on such obscure things?
Let me tell you something.

I keep my Einstein doll in my pocket at all times. Einstein is always with me.
This plastic toy holds no lightsaber or Uzi as his preferred weapon in his fused
fingers. He clutches no shield or laser mace. He wears nothing but slacks and a
sweater, not body armor or a flashy SNIKT costume. This figure cleaves to a
piece of chalk. My Einstein action figure can scrawl theory and doom on
chalkboards at a fever pitch the likes of which thugs cannot fathom. My toy
Einstein wins every time. This is why I advise you about this strange
Murray/Garfield sphere.
Listen to this pop culture equation:
Bill Murray, star of such movies as Lost in Translation, The Razor’s Edge and
Caddyshack, played Dr. Peter Venkman in the 1984 classic film Ghostbusters.
Lorenzo Music (1937-2001) was the voice of Murray’s character Dr. Peter Venkman
in “The Real Ghostbusters” (1986) cartoon. Many may know Lorenzo Music as the
voice of Carlton the Doorman in the television show “Rhoda” (1974). Lorenzo
Music was also the voice of the Garfield cartoon. See how it all fits together?
See it!?
To put it simply, Bill Murray voiced movie Garfield and Lorenzo Music voiced
cartoon Garfield. Lorenzo Music voiced cartoon Dr. Peter Venkman and Bill Murray
was Dr. Peter Venkman in the movie. Crazy shit huh? Do you have a headache? This
information needs to be somewhere in your brain for future conversations. Be a
hit at parties like I am. It’s easy. Remember.

Oh yes. One more thing. My Einstein action figure loves Ghostbusters. He has his
very own proton-pack and collects spores, molds and fungus.

So there.
Posted by RAD at 10:40 PM | Comments (1)
Jen's Wisdom Teeth
My sister got all four of her wisdom teeth pulled yesterday. She is in major
pain. It's a sad, pathetic sight. At least she has Vicodin.

Jen's face is iced up
Posted by RAD at 10:13 AM | Comments (1)
November 05, 2004
They Call Me SUG'Z [shoog'z]

I have been listening to They Call Me SUG'Z [shoog'z], the album I bought the
other day on my bus adventure. Here is a write-up about it at Westword. "So
Cool" and "Slangin’!'" are my favorite tracks. It's good to see local artists
getting their music out to the people. Sug'z does a great service for the Mile
High City. I happened upon this album by accident and that makes it all the more
special. Sug’z was very humble and promised me some great flow with my purchase.
He came through immensely. I recommend this album to not only Denverites, but to
the entire world population.

Posted by RAD at 12:33 PM | Comments (3)
November 02, 2004
Poopie Food
My sister made this delectable Litter Box dessert for a Halloween party. It's
awesome! Poopie food rules.

Litter Box Dessert

With real fake-shit goodness
Posted by RAD at 05:44 PM | Comments (6)
VOTEhole ... FROM SPACE!
Happy Election Day 2004. Did you vote today? You better vote today. I voted
early.
Speaking of voting, vote for the best space song ever.
--
I have been shirking on my space reporting duties. I shall make up for it today.
International Space Station Alpha’s Expedition 10 crew member, Astronaut Leroy
Chiao, became the first American to vote for president from space. He cast an
encrypted ballot via e-mail, which was directed to Mission Control in Houston,
which in turn forwarded it to the Galveston County clerk's office in Texas,
where Chiao normally lives. Technology rules.
--
The Cassini spacecraft captured this amazing picture of Titan, one of Saturn’s
moons.

Titan. NASA/JPL/Space Science Institute
The picture, of the equatorial region of Titan, shows strange streaks. The
movement of a fluid may cause the streaks on the surface, such as wind,
hydrocarbon liquids, or a migrating ice sheet, such as a glacier.
Posted by RAD at 01:22 PM | Comments (3)
$11.25 to bring small joys to people
Vicki's visit was excellent. I shall have a write up of our adventures soon.
Before that, I thought I would publish something I wrote a few days ago about a
particularly fulfilling bus ride. I wrote this on my phone:
$11.25 to bring small joys to people.
It's amazing what diversity you see at the bus stop. I road the bus
into downtown today. There's good people watching on the # 6 East and West bus.
Each person has a story. Each individual has a different lifestyle and
circumstances that find him or her on the bus today. I feel comfortable here, as
though I'm connected to these people. We're all connected on this Earth.
It's a beautiful Fall Colorado day. The sky is a brilliant blue. A stiff breeze
blows the gold, red and orange leaves form the trees. The leaves cover
everything and mini cyclones swirl them around sidewalks, lawns and streets,
announcing the soon arrival of a weather front from the east. Could the first
snow of the season be on its way?
I meet Sug'z on the bus. He's hitting on the gal sitting next to him. He carries
a ragged cardboard sign and a canvas bag full of CDs. He looks tired, as though
he's seen and experienced a lot in life. SUG'z is a Denver rapper trying to make
ends meet by selling his album: "They Call Me SUG'z (shoog'z)". I buy one for 10
bucks and he is gracious and happy. "You just made my day," he said to me, "I
haven't sold very many. Thanks for the support." I'm listening to his album
while I sit in the basement typing on the computer. It's funky, edgy and unique.
I like it. It's made entirely in Denver, from production to packaging.
There is a din of conversations around me. A woman sings a song to her daughter
in Spanish. I think I hear two people speaking in Russian. An unruly child
screams and cries for twenty minutes, saying the same word in Spanish between
wails the entire time. Another woman finally quiets him by giving him a
butterscotch candy. "Gracious," he says, wiping the tears from his eyes.
I pull out my MP3 player and load the U2 play list. I look out the filthy window
at city life, each person quickly moving by, not taking time to see what's in
front of them. They have a purpose. A destination.
The bus speedily turns the corner; everyone inside is violently thrust to the
right. I see an elderly man running, his arms flailing as he hails the bus
that's about to pass him by. The driver stops abruptly, again jolting people in
the bus. He gets on, panting, and thanks the driver for stopping. He sits next
to me with a groan, favoring his back and fishing in his tattered pants pockets
for the fare. His silver hair was mussed by the wind and his blue flannel had
definitely seen better days. His face was grizzled and he smiled a toothless
grin. His smile fadeed as he pulled a packet of mints and a few coins from his
pocket. I was watching him from behind the protection of my sunglasses when he
turned to me and spoke, "Son," he said still short of breath, "I'm a little bit
short on bus fare. Do you have 50 cents?"
I replied that indeed I did have the spare change. "I'll pay for you," I said,
immediately pulling out my wallet and placing the dollar twenty-five in the fare
collector at the front of the bus. I asked the bus driver for a transfer just in
case the man needed one.
"Thank you and God bless you," he said happily when I returned to my seat. "I've
had one hell of a day."
I offered him the transfer but he said he did not need it.
I arrived at my final destination and stepped off the bus. I'm fortunate to have
all that I have. Spending $11.25 can bring a little hope and joy into the lives
of complete strangers. I felt great. I skipped down the street, the leaves
crunching under my feet, listening to U2, absorbing the glory of all creation
and praising God for what He has provided me.
Posted by RAD at 10:55 AM | Comments (3)
November 01, 2004
A Texan in Colorado 3

click link below for more...

Downtown Denver from City Park

Mars Exploration Rover mock-up

Egypt artifact

Eqypt artifact

Rock encrusted with gems/minerals

The first snow of the season

Snow frolic

Russ and Vicki in snowstorm
Posted by RAD at 12:24 AM | Comments (1)