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George Washington:

(to his aide, Tobias Lear) “I am just going. Have me decently buried and do not let my body be put into a vault in less than two days after I am dead. Do you understand me?”

(Lear to Washington) “Yes, sir.”

(to Lear) “Tis well.”

John Adams:

“Thomas Jefferson still… survives.”

Thomas Jefferson:

(to his doctor) “Is it the Fourth? I resign my spirit to God, my daughter to my country.”

James Madison:

“I always talk better lying down.”

John Quincy Adams:

“This is the end of earth, but I am composed.” (may have said “…but I am content.”)

Andrew Jackson:

“Both white and black… Oh, do not cry. Be good children, and we shall all meet in heaven.”

Martin Van Buren:

“There is but one reliance.”

William Henry Harrison:

“I wish you to understand the true principles of the government. I wish them carried out. I ask nothing more.”

John Tyler:

(to his doctor) “Doctor, I am going.”

(the doctor) “I hope not, Sir.”

(Tyler) “Perhaps, it is best.”

Zachary Taylor:

“I am about to die. I expect the summons very soon. I have tried to discharge my duties faithfully. I regret nothing, but I am sorry that I am about to leave my friends.”

Millard Fillmore:

“The nourishment is palatable.”

James Buchanan:

“O Lord, God Almighty, as Thou wilt.”

Abraham Lincoln:

Unknown, but the last words that the president ever heard were, “Well, I guess I know enough to turn you inside out, you sockdologizing old man trap.”

Ulysses S. Grant:

“Water.”

Rutherford B. Hayes:

(to his son) “I know that I am going where Lucy (his wife) is.”

James A. Garfield:

(to his chief of staff, David G. Swaim) “Swaim, can’t you stop this? Oh, Swaim!”

Grover Cleveland:

“I have tried so hard to do right.”

Benjamin Harrison:

“Are the doctors here? Doctor… my lungs.”

William McKinley:

“It is God’s way. His will, not ours, be done.”

Theodore Roosevelt:

(to his valet, James Amos) “Please put out the light.”

Woodrow Wilson:

“I am a broken piece of machinery. When the machinery is broken… I am ready.”

Warren G. Harding:

(to his wife, after she read him a profile of himself published in the Saturday Evening Post) “That’s good. Go on; read some more.”

Franklin D. Roosevelt:

“I have a terrific headache.”

Dwight D. Eisenhower:

“I’ve always loved my wife. I’ve always loved my children. I’ve always loved my grandchildren. And I have always loved my country.”

John F. Kennedy:

Unknown, but several minutes before he was shot, Mrs. John Connely turned to him and said, “Mr. President, you can’t say Dallas doesn’t love you.” He replied, “That is very obvious.”

kona

kona

kona

kona

I just stumbled across an old folder of forgotten pics from 2004. Doesn’t sound like that long ago, but it really was a lifetime. Since 2004, we adopted this little monster, who’s changed the whole dynamic in our world.

It’s almost as if I’ve forgotten what it’s like when it was just Kona and me. They say a picture’s worth a thousand words, and what did it for me in these photos is the drumstick. It yanked me back in time for a moment, screaming into my face, reminding me how fast the last two or three years have flown by.

As Kony’s been slowing down (she’s pushing nine years now), Vive’s taken over the chore of chasing whatever it is I throw. In his case, it’s been the tennis ball slung with the best invention known to dog and man, the Chuck-It. It’s our tool.

Every few months we’ll go hit the tennis club and collect dozens and dozens of stray balls in the bushes, filling a couple large bags. I keep them in the truck. Our routine is to hit one of our favorite leash-less open-spaces a couple times a day. I’ll grab the Chuck-It and about three balls, and we’re rolling. The little man’s a nut though, and goes ballistic unless I let him carry one of the balls from the truck to the park.

While Vive happily chases as many balls my arm could possibly sling, Kona, being the elderly lady that she is, wanders off and does what she does while the boys play ball.

Back to the drumstick.

Kona, for some reason, even as a puppy, never really liked chasing the tennis ball. She was always about the stick. Anything that was wood, something she could really sink her teeth into, was what she wanted. A real earthy pup, that girl. For years, I kept lots of broken wooden drumsticks — otherwise trash — in the car. When she and I would hit the park, I’d grab a stick and we’d play fetch for hours. One of those drumsticks is seen here. Deja vu for me.

For the record, Kona’s favorite outdoor pastime is go to the beach. I’ll find large branch, which I’ll throw into the ocean with both arms. She’ll brave the incoming surf to go retrieve it, over and over and over again. I’ve got tons of pics and clips of these activities laying around that I should round up some day.

Speaking of the ocean, Vivor’s turned out to be a little chicken. Completely unlike Kona (who could be half-seal), Vive’s scared of the water, perhaps because he’s got some aquaphobic German Shepherd blood. But he’s gradually getting a little more brave with the concept, occasionally sticking a paw or two in without being forced. We’ll see how he does this summer. If we’re lucky, maybe he’ll let me give him a bath without either of us getting injured.

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Q: How many lead singers does it take to change a light bulb?

A: Just one. He holds the light bulb and the world revolves around him.

gonsalves

Source: Rob Gonsalves

Just had dinner with my folks tonight, and Mom showed me a framed birthday gift that my baby sister Heather gave her the other day. Simply marvelous. I scanned it before they left.

The first pic is of Mom in Hawaii when she was about eighteen, the second pic is of Mom and Heather in 1989, and the third pic is of Heather recently. She’ll be eighteen next month. (YIKES!!!)

Notice the detail she put into the collar and tie.

Nice job, Bub!

like mother, like daughter

like mother, like daughter

like mother, like daughter

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