Breath our scents, walk our landscape, hear our melodic dialects, delight in our savory morsels, touch each rich texture, and the southern essence remains a mystery. The ethereal south, unfathomable to the five senses, lives in the heart. If you believe in magic, and can survive the devastating passions of an open heart, just possibly, you stand a chance of living a moment as a southerner. Most people aren't brave enough to be southerners, even the ones that are.

Sunday, October 15, 2006

Looking is an “L” Word


Looking Back, Looking at Now, Looking Forward to a Cure

Looking back; 1984 was the last time the Tigers were in a World Series. (World Series Champions 1935, 1945, 1968, 1984) I’ve dug out my old navy blue cap with the white old English “D”. These are hard to come by these days, and were made popular, and a bit scarce, during the Tom Selleck, Magnum PI, TV show days.

Looking at now; oh yeah, it could happen. Detroit could win. Outside of Detroit, there are what, maybe six fans? I took crap from my playmates as a kid for being a Detroit fan. Hey, so what? They were NY Yankees fans for crying out loud! These days, I mostly pull for Atlanta, but, if Atlanta can’t win, then definitely the team of my youth, Detroit! So we’ll see where this all goes.

Looking forward to a cure; a subject or rather cause that is near and dear to my heart is finding a cure for breast cancer. Actually, I contribute toward finding cures and preventions for all types of cancer. October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month. I don’t want people to just be aware of it, I want to see you get involved in prevention, early detection to increase cure rates, and yes ultimately, a complete prevention and cure. Please get involved! Click the link below, and do something!

http://health.yahoo.com/breastcancerawareness06

There will also be a perminant pink ribbon link on the side bar now.

1 comment:

Clare said...

Hi there Dread,

Following your comment on Three Beautiful Things about the plant zoo (what a lovely idea), it just so happens that I can show you a picture of a foxglove -- they are indeed pretty.

They are a digitalis (the heart drug was extracted from them) and we were always told as children not to pick the flowers and put them on our fingers because they are deadly poison! The name might be to do with foxes, or it might be a contraction of folk's gloves (folk being the fair folk -- fairies or what-have-you).

http://threebeautifulthings.blogspot.com/2006/06/school-run-foxgloves-and-blonde.html