Mogadishu Residents Express Outrage After Ethiopian Troops Attack Mosque
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The story of High Noon resonates with me in particular. I saw it as a ten year old boy while my dad flew gliders at an airport in desert inland Washington State, less than two hundred miles from my home. I had helped hold the wing of many a glider as it began to lurch down the airport runway with the tow rope connecting the glider, or soaring plane, to the back end of the old biplane, usually a Tiger Moth, until they were both in the air. This was 1950.
The Tiger Moth would struggle slowly upward while the lighter soaring plane, not glider (more on this) soared mightily credit cards the engine fired aircraft, the lighter weight swooping it up with the warm winds from the wheat fields below. If you erred and edged towards cooler water you began to sink quickly, adapt, get back into those waves of heat you see coming off the various crop fields, you know which crops are best, and soon you are at ten thousand feet, and ready to slowly float on over the rainbow. These pilots had been in the war and were all Gary Cooper to me.
But not the deep blue sea. My dad, who became president of our province of British Columbia Soaring Association (not gliders), showed me much, I had my turn in that front seat with no engine and the instructor saying push the stick way over to credit card via pay pal left and push way down on the left rudder, and…
As you dive directly at earth you feel very deeply in your mortal soul a need for a check in with God. Prayers: God? Derek here. We OK? Any final faults I can confess to? We OK. Good. And then the instructor tells you to pull the rudder back up to the middle, as well as adjust your foot rudder, and soon the brown hills of California had blue sky at a level view of the horizon. There was the blue sky!
So, that feeling resonated with me when dad let me have the afternoon off, gave me fifty cents and I felt so grown up to sit in an adult movie that mom said dealt with loyalty to what you committed to, but how difficult that was, and Gary Cooper was the good man who had to fear losing his wife, as many a brave man in the face of duty has dealt with. In this case, he gambled, stood up to evil and beat him to the draw, regained his woman, and in one more example of justice the west was won. They needed the charts, globes and maps to find the x that marked the spot; gem stones for the natives, diamonds to accept in return.
Give and take, all reasonable men say, and we agree. Alexander, and much later, Gary Cooper would say a short personal prayer to God. The bad guys in High Noon did not, I noticed. Just as Alexander free ex-yu music download the bad guy soldiers of Persia also did not. We all absorb our better ideals and emulate their good, Socrates said at his death to Aristotle, and then Aristotle told Alexander, who whispered it to his horse, and his horse told me. Well, in an ancient Greek history book. Never did actually get to whisper with Bucephalus, that mightiest ever beast to terrify a Persia man half to death before the sixteen foot pike of a good man of Greece completed that job.
Gary Cooper only had his six shooter, and was in the right. His wife was sworn to get on that train and forsake him, oh my darling. But she did not: he drew first and lived. The bad guy died a bad death. Our simple moral follows from Socratic logic that it is kind and wise to be good, harsh and foolish to be otherwise. And we agree. And she did not forsake him, and they lived happily ever after in the movie. And you just knew that felt right.
Derek Dashwood learned about the future and flying while he enjoyed the historical perspective of the honest man facing off against evil, and a wife who fears she must leave him or die also. That is, dad gave me fifty cents and I watched High Noon, in 1950, and grew into my adult ideals of be the honest, good man, do the right thing, even when others turn on you. In other words, the ancient Greek, or modern American dream: there are fair laws to obey, bad laws to change. It is sweeping the world, actually. If you need to be somewhere at High Noon, is your watch precise?
Do you have the hardware to step out that door?
American Hardware and Antiques.
Did you read how Napoleon or Alexander the Great would have handled this?
So, you should pull up your most comfy chair, phone your nearest and dearest friends, pull up some sites to delight and amaze you. Enjoy some herbal tea, have some laughs, allow yourself to react when you see what low bid price some lout is about to buy for a steal. Let us see, if I raise that bid, last minute: yes! Honey, did your team just score? Great! Yeah team. Toss me our card, will you, sweety? Thanks. There, done, there you go back, catch. Great day all around, the white hat from High Noon, the rare bible, the Greek antiques as such a low bid. And we were not behind Sneezy, Grumpy and Sniffles at the mall.