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	07/21/09 - NNHS Newsletter - White Room “There are two types of people - those who come into a room and say, 'Well, here I am!' and those who come in and say, 'Ah, there you are.' ” - Frederick L. Collins

Dear Friends and Schoolmates,

   I've always wanted an all white room.  It's not particularly practical, but then, neither am I.

BONUS - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uRqjpuLFXek - White Room - Cream, Nov. 26, 1968

40 YEARS AGO TODAY:

Monday, July 21, 1969 - Aside from what was happening over our heads with Apollo 11 and its astronauts, Neil Armstrong, Edwin "Buzz" Aldrin, and Michael Collins, nothing much happened anywhere on earth that day at all - no births, no deaths, nothing.  Now, isn't that remarkable?!?

ALERT:

   From F.A. Saunders (Hampton HS - '64) of VA - 07/20/09 - "Re: 07-19-09-Blue-Angel":

Carol,

When I tried to open your email today and click on the link, the attached block popped up. I was surprised that this happened as it had never done this before. Did you make some changes???    ARGHHH!!! You were surprised?!? I was mortified!    I'm getting the same block myself, so we ran a deep scan on my computer, and it came back squeaky clean, so the problem is obviously elsewhere.    As I'm not sure what the ramifications of this are yet, I'll "lay low" for awhile, and hope that our server is soon able to resolve the issue.

   Thanks for letting me know, F.A.!

THIS WEEK'S BIRTHDAYS:

  Happy Birthday today to The Lucado Twins,   Gail and   Dale ('68) of VA!

 Happy Birthday tomorrow to Jerry Saunders ('57) AND     Bryce Bartel (Brighton High, UT - '04) of UT!

  Happy Birthday this week to:

23 - Newell Blayton ('57) AND Bettie Bracey Gosner ('57);

25 - Janey Roane Harper ('57);

26 -       My Sister, Eleanor Buckley Nowitzky ('59) of NC AND   Bill Roady ('60) of VA;

27 - Harry Horace (Crystal River HS, FL - '65) of FL!

       From Dave Spriggs ('64) of VA - 07/20/09 - "Peppermint Beach Club":

I saw this on EBAY. I suspect that it looked much the same in the early 60s.    WOWZERONI! I'll bet it did! Thanks, David!    I've posted it on that page in Our Old Stomping Grounds: http://www.nnhs65.00freehost.com/SITE-MAP.html      http://www.nnhs65.00freehost.com/old-stomping.html

          http://www.nnhs65.00freehost.com/OOSG-N-R.html

               http://www.nnhs65.freehost.com/peppermint-beach-club.html

  From Richard Marshall ('66) of VA - 07/20/09 - "  NNHS shirts and hats":

Carol, here is the place to get "stuff"........... www.beneficial-merchandise.com/ or e-fax 1-(270) 818-1754, or for us "old folks"......1-767-343-5474.

   SUPER! Thanks so much, Richard! I've posted this information on TYPHOONMART:

http://www.nnhs65.00freehost.com/TYPHOONMART.html 

      From My Niece, Shari, of VA - 07/20/09 - "Monday E-Mail":

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o02CkIPYOUg - It's a Small World After All

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Bizarre British News Bits
                     
From The Times:
"A young girl, who was blown out to sea on a set of inflatable teeth, was rescued by a man on an inflatable lobster. A coast-guard spokesman commented, 'This sort of thing is all too common these days.'"

From the Churchdown Parish Magazine:
"Would the Congregation please note that the bowl at the back of the Church labeled 'For The Sick' is for monetary donations only."

From The Guardian concerning a sign seen in a Police canteen in Christchurch, New Zealand: "Will the person who took a slice of cake from the Commissioner's Office return it immediately. It is needed as evidence in a poisoning case."

From The Gloucester Citizen:
"A sex line caller complained to Trading Standards. After dialing an 0891 number from an advertisement entitled "Hear Me Moan" the caller was played a tape of a woman nagging her husband for failing to do jobs around the house. Consumer Watchdogs in Dorset refused to look into the complaint, saying, "He got what he deserved."

From The Daily Telegraph in a piece headed "Brussels Pays 200,000 Pounds to Save Prostitutes":
"... the money will not be going directly into the prostitutes' pocket, but will be used to encourage them to lead a better life. We will be training them for new positions in hotels."

From The Derby Abbey Community News:
"We apologize for the error in the last edition, in which we stated that 'Mr. Fred Nicolme is a Defective in the Police Force.' This was a typographical error. We meant of course that Mr. Nicolme is a Detective in the Police Farce."
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Knocks and Bangs


Opportunity may knock once

...but temptation bangs on your front door forever.

MountainWings

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A Chicago lawyer named George successfully defends a major crime lord from charges of dealing drugs, racketeering, murder, kidnapping, and selling arms.

As he is leaving the courtroom, an indignant old woman grabs him by the arm. "Young man, where are your Christian scruples? I believe you would defend Satan himself!"

"I don't know," George says, "what has your kid done?"

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Steven Wright humor...

"I installed a skylight in my apartment... The people who live above me are furious."

"I went to the museum where they had all the heads and arms from the statues that are in all the other museums."

"I went to a restaurant that serves "breakfast at any time". So I ordered French Toast during the Renaissance."

"I didn't get a toy train like the other kids. I got a toy subway instead. You couldn't see anything, but every now and then you'd hear this rumbling noise go by."

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We must be the change we wish to see.
- Mohandas (Mahatma) Gandhi
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May the world be kind to you, and may your own thoughts be gentle upon yourself.

- Jonathan Lockwood Huie

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Doggie Talk


In the country at my grandmother's house, I was in the back yard with my son. He saw a dog walking across the yard.

"Daddy, how do you say, come to me, to a dog?" he asked.

A child can ask simple questions that have universal and far reaching implications.

There is no doggy language that literally says, "Come to me."

You have to say it through tone and gesture. A dog has to FEEL that you want him to come to you and the dog has to feel that it's safe and beneficial for him to come to you.

It's the same with people. We really don't say, "Be my friend" with words. We do it with tone and gesture and we have to make the other person feel that it's safe and beneficial for them to be our friend, wife, husband, boyfriend/girlfriend, employee or employer.

Even sales consists of a lot of doggy talk.

If a salesperson is rude with a mean tone, you won't come.

I don't want you to think of people as dogs, but understand that we really convey more on the unspoken than the spoken level.

Tone and gesture.

Dogs can't understand our language, but a dog knows the difference between being stumbled over and kicked.

So do people, regardless of what your words are.

Tone and gesture.

People with pets live longer.

Maybe they learn how to communicate better on the unspoken level and it carries over to the people side.

Just maybe we should all learn the secret of how to say, "Come to me" to a dog.


~A MountainWings Original~

   Thank you, Shari!

From http://www.SelfGrowth.com - 07/20/09 - "Inspiration":

Yellow Bugs - By Gail Lynn Goodwin

My husband and I are spending time in the Seattle area, house-sitting for a friend. Today I began the drive from Boulder to Seattle, through Wyoming and Montana. It rained most of the morning, but by early afternoon, the scenery was simply spectacular. The colors seemed so alive and vivid, the landscape fresh and new. One particular field of sunflowers simply took my breath away.

I'd driven for more than 700 miles when I started to pay attention to the ribbon of highway in front of me. The road looked just like the ribbon candy that my grandmother used to have in a dish on her coffee table. It was just one ripple after the next, continuing into the distance. Just like I have done so many times before, I picked a spot in the distance, several ripples away, and tried to determine how far it was from my location to that point. Five miles? Ten miles? More? I decided that I would focus on the spot until I reached it and clock the mileage. I've done this so many times on long drives before, or should I say that I've tried to do this.

The problem is, I can't remember one time when I actually remembered to maintain my focus that long. It always seems that a half hour passes and I remember, "Oh yeah, I was looking for that spot... now where was that?" when I'm long past that point. I'm not sure I've EVER remembered and actually clocked it in the many times I've attempted to do this. Something always takes my concentration away.

Today I was determined. I looked at the spot in the distance and thought of it as one of my goals. I thought of this experience as a metaphor for life -- knowing that life always brings interesting things to us to take our focus from our goal. I reaffirmed my commitment to achieving this goal and not forgetting or losing focus. I looked at my odometer and guessed the spot was at least 10-15 miles away. Certainly I can hold my concentration for that long!

It was almost like a meditation in that I was training my mind to stay focused on the goal at the end. Just like in life, if we stay focused on the goal and not the things that appear, we're so much more successful. I was quite proud of myself, going 80 mph for more than 5 minutes and still maintaining my focus on the spot in the distance. I was even saying my goal out loud, talking to myself to reinforce where I was going.

And just as I was beginning to get cocky, wham! I drove into a swarm of flying bugs. Splat, splat, splat all over my windshield. At first I thought it was big raindrops; then I realized that it was yellow bugs! Yuck! It went on for at least a minute or two, but the bugs were constant. I felt badly about smashing them, but there was no alternative. They were everywhere. I had to turn on the windshield wipers to be able to see where I was going. I was so grateful that I wasn't on a motorcycle.

And just that quickly, a hilltop, then a mountain came and went, and about 20 minutes later I realized I'd gone right past my focus point -- without noticing it or remembering it at all. Once again I was distracted with other things -- in this case bugs -- and drove right past it. I never did figure out how far those two points were from one another.

The experience made me think of how many times we do the same thing in life. We'll choose a goal that we want, and six months later we wonder what happened to that path. We're so caught up in another situation that just showed up, that we barely remember what it was we were looking for. My guess is that the yellow bugs of life sideswipe us all. Perhaps your bugs are bills, getting fired from that job, illness, or whatever. Regardless, if we let the bugs take our focus off of the goal, who knows where we'll end up? Try to watch for the bugs in your life today and stay focused on what you want -- not just what shows up.

(Note: Just as I was posting this I noticed a glitch in our site ranking. I immediately went into fix it/panic mode, for only a few seconds. Then I realized it for what it is -- a bug. Just a yellow bug. Instead of changing my focus, I went back to be goal and retained my focus on the end goal. There will always be bugs, but I know I get to choose if I chase them or not!)

About the Author:

Gail Lynne Goodwin, known as the Ambassador of Inspiration, has been lifting people's spirits for years. Motivated by mentors like Jack Canfield, Wayne Dyer, and others, Gail realized the importance of daily morning inspiration in her own life. After years of gathering and sharing some of the best available inspirational wisdom with others, she founded Inspire Me Today in 2008 to make the Best of the Best Inspiration Daily, easily available to the world. Get daily inspiration and your free "Secrets to Soaring" eBook now: http://www.inspiremetoday.com

        From My #2 Son, Brent Harty (Hillsboro HS, IL - '90) of TX - 07/02/09 - "WW II posters :~ (#17 in a Series of 18)":

Thought you might like these...love bh

		Some old fashioned  Patriotism. I wonder whatever happened to this kind of thinking in America. I got a lump in my throat when I read this..  I "grew up" thinking: patriotism, it is the AMERICAN  way!  I am glad to see that somebody saved these. The statement at the end says it all!

These were our parents. What in God's name have we let happen to our Country? We were taught these values and then we let them die .....  I guess we are the last generation to see, or even remember anything like these? Whatever happened? Political correctness (or "re-education") happened, lack of God's name happened, lack of personal responsibility happened, lack of personal integrity and honesty happened, lack of respect and loyalty to our country happened, lack of being an American happened.

Brent Harty
"You may be whatever you resolve to be."  General Thomas "Stonewall" Jackson
"FIRST TO FIRE!"

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1.   From Jane Chambers of VA - 07/01/09 - "CNC BOOK BROCHURE & AD":

   BOY HOWDY!

1. Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, September 4, 5 and 6 (Labor Day Weekend), 2009 - The Class of 1969 will hold its 40-Year Reunion at the Point Plaza Hotel, Newport News, VA. For details, see: http://www.nnhs65.00freehost.com/reunion2009-69.html and contact Jean Baker Howell at hokie13mom@cox.net - OPEN TO ALL NNHS ALUMNI

    To donate, click on the Donate Button on the left,  or just mail it to my home. Thanks! nnhs65@gmail.com
 

White Room

Music by Jack Bruce
(b. 14 May 1943)

Words by Pete Brown
(b. 25 Dec 1940)

(Cream, 1968)


In the white room with black curtains near the station.
Blackroof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings.
Silver horses ran down moonbeams in your dark eyes.
Dawnlight smiles on you leaving, my contentment.

I'll wait in this place where the sun never shines;
Wait in this place where the shadows run from themselves.

You said no strings could secure you at the station.
Platform ticket, restless diesels, goodbye windows.
I walked into such a sad time at the station.
As I walked out, felt my own need just beginning.

I'll wait in the queue when the trains come back;
Lie with you where the shadows run from themselves.

At the party she was kindness in the hard crowd.
Consolation for the old wound now forgotten.
Yellow tigers crouched in jungles in her dark eyes.
She's just dressing, goodbye windows, tired starlings.

I'll sleep in this place with the lonely crowd;
Lie in the dark where the shadows run from themselves.

"White Room" midi (first option) courtesy of http://www.eadcentral.com/go/1/1/0/http://www.pugvalley.com/midi/default.cfm - 07/06/09

"White Room" lyrics courtesy of http://www.lyricsfreak.com/c/cream/white+room_20034207.html - 07/21/09

Image of Private Guest Lobby White Room at the SLS Hotel, Beverly Hills, CA courtesy
of http://hotels.about.com/od/losangeles/ig/SLS-Hotel-at-Beverly-Hills/Private-Guest-Lobby-White-Room.htm - 07/21/09

Fancy Gold Divider Line clip art courtesy of http://www.goldclipart.com/24k/filigree.htm - 12/17/08