SNYDERMANIA: EASTER SUNDAY

Sunday, April 12, 2009

EASTER SUNDAY

HAPPY EASTER!

It’s a beautiful Easter Sunday in Chandler, Arizona. Thanks to yesterday’s storm, the sky is blue and the smell of rain is still in the air. It’s been all about tradition this Easter weekend. The girls dyed Easter Eggs while my wife and I watched The Ten Commandments. What a movie! Just thinking of the music makes me want to do something heroic. Of course the girls woke up to Easter baskets loaded with marshmallow peeps and we carried out the obligatory egg hunt. They found all the eggs but one. The Easter bunny got a little too crafty with the hiding business. I suppose we’ll smell it out in a few days.

STEVE MCQUEEN

Steve McQueen’s first film role was a bit part in the 1956 film, Somebody Up There Likes Me, which starred Paul Newman. McQueen was paid 19 bucks a day.

6 comments:

Blues said...: Didn't Steve McQueen write the ten commandments?; April 15, 2009 at 5:56 AM
italgalmm said...: I finally got around to looking at YOUR blog..
Very nice...
I take it you like basketball.. and Steve McQueen..
LoL...; April 16, 2009 at 6:33 AM
#167 Dad said...: italgalm,
Thanks for stopping by. I'm a big fan.; April 18, 2009 at 3:50 PM
#167 Dad said...: Bluesfrau,
Yes. As a matter of fact, he did! hanks for reminding me.; April 18, 2009 at 3:50 PM
Blues said...: Haha! Good I remembered. Dang, the things one forgets... I fear we're all in the same boat!!; April 21, 2009 at 11:27 PM
Locke said...: If you enjoy #167 Dad join his fans on Facebook under Fans of #167Dad!; April 22, 2009 at 9:17 PM

NORTHERN EXPOSURE

Goethe's final words: "More light." Ever since we crawled out of that primordial slime, that's been our unifying cry: "More light." Sunlight. Torchlight. Candlight. Neon. Incandescent. Lights that banish the darkness from our caves, to illuminate our roads, the insides of our refrigerators. Big floods for the night games at Soldier's field. Little tiny flashlight for those books we read under the covers when we're supposed to be asleep. Light is more than watts and footcandles. Light is metaphor. Thy word is a lamp unto my feet. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Lead, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom Lead Thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home- Lead Thou me on! Arise, shine, for thy light has come. Light is knowledge. Light is life. Light is light.

FIELD OF DREAMS

Well, you know I... I never got to bat in the major leagues. I would have liked to have had that chance. Just once. To stare down a big league pitcher. To stare him down, and just as he goes into his windup, wink. Make him think you know something he doesn't. That's what I wish for. Chance to squint at a sky so blue that it hurts your eyes just to look at it. To feel the tingling in your arm as you connect with the ball. To run the bases - stretch a double into a triple, and flop face-first into third, wrap your arms around the bag. That's my wish, Ray Kinsella. That's my wish. And is there enough magic out there in the moonlight to make this dream come true?