57. I reluctantly give this day to the past, as. Dreams beckon to ease my weary mind, while. Tomorrow sings her siren song to me, but. The new day whispers it's promise of hope, and. Soon I will rise and claim the new sunrise. R. Sweat Goodnight Y'all

56. Feel my tide going out and I am too tired to fight against it's pullTonight I'll let myself be pulled out to sea and into the waiting arms of mother ocean and nightI want to feel the warm water comfort me,hold me, whisper to me, sleep,sleep,sleep, inviting me to release the day and embrace the world of dreams as I drift ever farther from the lightR.Sweat Goodnight Y'all

Slack Tide. The Sun rays echoed out from beyond the East. The magical sight of an orange ball rising out of the sea never disapoints. It's been that way since the beginning of time. Fingers of light crept past the sand and lit the old City with a palette of colors yet to named..It was Slack Tide.Sound came in rhythms as the Ocean pulled away, always within reach. She watched and waited, patient, knowing her time would soon come again...It was Slack Tide.The breeze rolled from the Sea and brought with it the fine mist of Salt that seasoned the old town. It settled on everything and everyone,enhancing them with flavors that were as deep and rich as Charlestons 300 year old Soul.It was Slack Tide.For just a while the World had pulled away. It had left its madness and confusion and noise to those less blessed to be right here, right now.For now the world was that of tide pools, white ghost crabs and sound of seagulls echoing off the warm Carolina sand. Small waves gently teased the coast like a mother caressing the sleeping face of her child.It was Slack Tide. Half awake, half in the land of summer dreams. For a moment, for one perceptible moment, all that has been, all that is and all that will be..... meet.It was Slack Tide.R.Sweat

55

I dreamed of no reflection, no one looking back at me.

I could see all too clearly, where 

I'm sure that I should be. 

I heard a voice that wasn't mine and it whispered soft to me.

I was your ghost, of what use to be, when the mirror once could see.

When days were warm and nights were short beside the sounding sea.

I saw your thoughts before they came and knew your hearts desire, but now I whisper soft and low through times and tides of mire.

I hope that when I wake today and stand before that mirror, that it sees myself, with all its flaws and only my thoughts remaining clear.

R.Sweat

54

The Sweetest winds they blow across  the South,  she said these words to me

 I watched her smile with her sad eyes and then she walked away

Still the warm breeze touched my heart and brought to mind Magnolias and the sea and I knew  then I had lost my way

Oh Carolina, I'll see you if for just one day

R. Sweat

53

Summer days, to Summer nights and Summers gone too soon,

Summer breeze near Summer tides cause Summer hearts to swoon.

Summers come and Summers go as seasons  prone to do

When all I ever needed was a  girl to hold it's  moon.

R.Sweat

Angela and my friend Paula Reavis (who owns Babys Away of Charleston)

who posted the great picture  and got my mind churning.  While the picture is by Paula, the poetry and my heart as always are My Angels.

52

Story.

My son and I were driving by the apartment complex on the corner of Orangeburg and South Rhett when we saw a guy stagger out of an apartment and get into a car. Instead of backing out he put the car in drive and ran into the fire hydrant on the corner.

We pulled over to see if he would leave the scene so we could call NCPD.

To our entertainment after backing up, he got out the car and with his rear end on the hydrant, using his legs he tried to straighten up the bent hydrant which was leaking pretty bad.

After one final push he not only moved it, HE BROKE IT COMPLETELY OFF.

The resulting water pressure sent him 8-10 feet in the air and deposited him on the hood of his own car. 

Angry and not hurt he climbed behind the wheel and drove his car onto the 20 foot high geyser that pomptly lifted his front wheel drive car a foot off the ground and immediately tore off his hood.

Undaunted he fought the high pressure water that sprayed out from under the car in a vain attempt to push what had to be the cleanest undercarriage and engine in Northchuck off old faithful. The pressure was so great that it knocked him down several times and blew off his shirt and wrapped his pants  around one ankle, leaving him in boxers and Nike's when the police arrived.

Only In North Charleston :)

51

Its that time of year once again when I start to think of past visitors to our fair city.

 As August turns to September their names keep running through my mind.

Gracie, David, Bob, Hugo, Floyd, while unwelcomed, they certainly left their mark on our town and us. 

As the dog days wane, and the days of summer drift away, soon the first winds of fall will begin to make their way from Africa to our shore,  bringing with them the possibility that we might have to add a new name or two to that list of villains. Our coastal sensibilities put our Southern hospitality at bay as we board up our homes and our lives in an effort to deny the unwanted usurpers access to our fare city.

Anyone who was ever raised near a beach knows to hope for the best but prepare for the worst, respect the weather but never let a little thing like a hurricane change  the way you live your life. Put on Jimmy Buffets "Trying to reason with the hurricane season", check your batteries and water, stock up on plywood and make sure that old generator still works, then put it all in the back of your mind, and hope that eddie or flo or gavin will have other places to be this fall,,,, your not welcomed here.

R. Sweat

50

Its that time of year once again when I start to think of past visitors to our fair city.

 As August turns to September their names keep running through my mind.

Gracie, David, Bob, Hugo, Floyd, while unwelcomed, they certainly left their mark on our town and us. 

As the dog days wane, and the days of summer drift away, soon the first winds of fall will begin to make their way from Africa to our shore,  bringing with them the possibility that we might have to add a new name or two to that list of villains. Our coastal sensibilities put our Southern hospitality at bay as we board up our homes and our lives in an effort to deny the unwanted usurpers access to our fare city.

Anyone who was ever raised near a beach knows to hope for the best but prepare for the worst, respect the weather but never let a little thing like a hurricane change  the way you live your life. Put on Jimmy Buffets "Trying to reason with the hurricane season", check your batteries and water, stock up on plywood and make sure that old generator still works, then put it all in the back of your mind, and hope that eddie or flo or gavin will have other places to be this fall,,,, your not welcomed here.

R. Sweat

49

Bike Art

This piece conveys the confluence of the working world as portrayed by the working mans tools, his daily grind against the Neverending trials of life as seen by the one inch square pieces of tape, each with a different challange or problem all of which are holding together his becon in the darkness and only hope of rescue from his bourgeois existance, which of course is the lamp and light bulb.

Or

Cool Tape

48

Mascots and cheerleaders and fans all abound

Cool days of tailgates with friends all around 

Cold beer and pizza and food on the grill

Lets Rub the Rock  boys, and run down the hill

Fourth down and four as the linebackers blitz

Death Valley's  Rocking, theres no place to sit

80,000 strong and the noise is unreal

Tennessee and Michigan fans wish for our zeal

The balls in the air now, the seasons begun

No matter your team y'all , it all will be fun

47

Last Look Back

     He thought for a moment. How long have I been here? As the last rays of the failing Carolina sun warmed the back of his neck and cast long shadows that streaked across the sand dunes in a race toward the darkening waters of the Atlantic,it seemed that all time had stopped

     He looked on as two children played in a tidal pool. Their bleached white hair once short in the spring now caressed shoulders tanned nut brown by the long days of a a seemingly endless beach vacation. From afar a mothers voice says its time to go. But its only her promise of a return one day that finally tears them away from their kingdom of sandcastles and seashells.They were now children of the beach for evermore and they left  behind not only their fortress in the sand, but also a small piece of themselves and their childhood for mother nature to reclaim on the next high tide. Blending their souls with all those who have come before into the  tide line of life that stretched from here to eternity.

     He missed the beach umbrellas that had once lined the shore like so many colorful Christmas ornaments stretching as far as the eye could see. Havens for families that had used them to escape the relentless rays of sun, life itself seemed to began and end in their embrace Now cleaned and packed away they left no trace of the world as it had been. Only a landscape of ghosts and memories drifted in the September air,as the last hallow sounds of laughter faded on the cooling breeze, leaving only the  rhythmic tide to fill the void.

      He felt the presence of his father and grandfather move beside him and as they all stood looking out toward the horizon,the days last light had left the world of Summer behind in blends of orange and scarlet and colors not yet named by man. Soon a crescent moon would ascend to crown the Lowcountry sky. A God sent tierra brought down by angels and left as a gift for all  of us blessed to call this land our own. It was then he knew. How long had he been there,,,,,forever.

    

    From the North  the wind began to whisper. making the salty sand stir, gently at first it spoke the words that no one wants to hear,,,,,Summer is over.

R.Sweat

46

In the eighties I worked for the Kiawah Island Recreation Dept. One year several interns who were working there for the season rented the old Styles Point Plantation house on James Island. I spent a lot of time out there and became friends with all the guys and their girlfriends. I was told this by the young man who slept in the third floor bedroom. One rainy night both of his room mates stayed over at their girlfriends so he made it an early night. He fell asleep with the French doors to the second floor walk around veranda open as he always did. Around 3am he was awakened to the sound of someone closing all the doors on the his floor. Half asleep he saw a young lady walk into his room and gently pull the doors too. Thinking it was his girlfriend he rolled over and went back to sleep, and sure enough a few moment later the young lady climbed into bed with him.

He awoke around 7am to smell of bacon frying and made his way down to the first floor kitchen and found his young lady fixing breakfast. He kissed her on the cheek and ad thanked her for closing the French doors last night. His girl looked at him strangely and said she had to work over at the hospital and had just arrived to fix breakfast.

Seems that one of the ladies of the house had lost a child or two and that the 3rd floor had been the children's floor. Out of grief she had hung herself from the ceiling of the third floor'

Happy Halloween Y'all

45

Fall drifted in, in the middle of the night and wisped into my room

It slipped past Summer in a breeze, under a cool November moon

As thoughts of fun and Summer sun slowy fade into the haze

The tides of June and hot August swoons, that left us in a daze

The season called, as it always does, and she came to town again

With oyster roast, along the coast and our rivals football games

She lights the nights with warm bon fires, when friends return to town

Where tales are told of promises bold, that they'll always be around

She slowly turns the world to brown as she whispers it to sleep

Till Spring returns, and passions burn, with promises to keep

Winters just a day of dread, just one more cold dark night

But Fall just came into my room and shes here until first light

R.Sweat

44

So I am working on the computer on Sunday when I hear this cry and our Boykin Spaniel, Shadow goes into hyper whine mode, barking and pawing at the back door. A few minutes later my bride comes staggering in out of her garden, into the house covered in what can best be described as YUCK.and holding her left shoulder. As she drops onto our leather couch with a surrendering whimper. About 30 seconds later my nose takes notice as the wafting scent of 3 day old Salmon and last Tuesdays left  over Spaghetti joins us in the living room. The once white mens dress shirt that she wears when she plays in her garden, is covered in sauces and vacume bags furry castoffs.

I ask her if shes ok and through teary eyes, she tells me that she, FELL INTO THE TRASHCAN.

Now Im not talking about the cute trash can by the desk ir even the restaurant size one in the Kitchen, 

No, No, No...NEVER DO ANYTHING HALF ASS THAT YOU CAN DO WHOLE ASS (our unofficial

Fanily motto) 

No, the love of my life decided that she was past her expiration date and it was time to throw herself away. 

While the cats fought for the last scraps of Sheppards pie stuck in her rolled up shirt sleeves she explained to me why she went Oscar the crouch. 

In a hurry to get more done than just bring the trash can back to its home and pick up debris from her latest day in the garden, she took her eye off her chore to answer the phone.

Just as she said hello the lid flipped open, knocking the trash can out of her grasp and sending her stumbling forward where she stepped on and tripped on the open lid, which in turn caused her to do a head first Superman i to the deep...dark... recesses of the 5 year old solid waste receptacle. Her momentum caused the can to right itself, leaving my angel, legs up and in an inverted position tryng desperately to escape the horrors of Dinners past

Eventually she unrighted herself and made her way, to go lunches and all to the relative safety of our couch. Trailed by her pack of semi-farrol cats who thought it was dinner time and Shadow who seemed content to graze on her left sleave. Two tylenol, and a stiff tequila later she made the executive decision to take an hour long shower and have our son Morgen handle the cans from now on.

Good Choice

Some artistic licence was taken in the writing of this story

R. Sweat

43

Dogwood blooms told a tale of Spring. Their delicate  flowers changing each day from translucent green to bright white. They looked to the warming March skies. Giving notice and a promise of renewal all across the South.

She had braced herself in the fall chill and kept her beauty hidden in her most stark form. Refusing to share her secret as Winter ravaged her naked limbs through the long cold nights, she saved herself for Spring.

March found her wanting, and her buds strained to join the azaelas and babies breath whos flowers already covered the south, bringing color to the grey gardens and roadsides. Vanquishing the dark monochromatic world back to winter and memory.

Soon the dogwood be the home for bluejays and cardinals returning  to mate and renew their lives.  Her soft green leaves would return to catch april's loving rain and in Summer with a family of squirrels living in her branches she would fulfill her quest of hope and store the Summer in her soul.

A  promise to the world once more that through our bleakest chill, she will return when, in our need as we look for signs and wisdom. When March comes round and dogwoods bloom to renew our dreams and hope.

R. Sweat

42

The ocean is a religion.  Its waves are a constant reminder of the never-ending nature of the world we live in. It's tides teach you that everything comes and goes at it's own pace. It touches all parts of our world at the same time and ties us all together no matter how far away we think we might be from each other. Its always there, making us feel small, while at the same time enlarging us in ways we don't even fathom. Stand on a shore and you can stare off into  the Seas depths and on any given day see into your past or your future.  

The ocean has always been my religion and no matter how far away I am or how long its been since my last confession,  I can always sense it's ebb and flow in my veins and feel its pull on my heart and soul every time there's a full moon in the sky.

Try to stand on a beach while the last rays of summer sun reach out to you from millions of miles away and not feel the awe. 

No the Ocean is most definitely a religion and I was born to be it's disciple.

R.Sweat

41

Open windows and screen doors

Blooms early on a Dogwood tree

Light filters in with the 6 o'clock coffee

As windchimes dance and sing

Smell of laundry drying in the sun

Sheets dance with life, billow like sails

The moon in full retreat, has once again lost

Shrimp & Grits wait for bacon and red eye gravy

While honey cools hot Cat Head biscuits 

And the new day yawns into life

R. Sweat

40

And the heat swirled around me, wrapping me once again in its warm ,wet blanket that left you feeling like you had stepped into a pool as large as the lowcountry itself. Bringing with it memories of bologna sandwiches and kool aide in a Dixie cup on and old picnic table, worn silver and shaky by a thousand games of tag and lunches just like this day.

Nearby Magnolia cones covered the ground, some having lost their white blooms, still they made everything smell sweet and earthy at the same time as they waited their turn to be sacrificed to a broomstick  in what would be another round of batting practise that had begun at 4 years old and never really ever ended.

The heat formed a dome on our world, it shielded us from the outside as it made every word and movement, measured, calculated and always paid for in sweat and energy. Even sound seemed bend to the summer. Cars, most not having a/c back then were parked until later in the evening when sitting on a naugahide front seat didn't involve second degree burns or some degree of heat stroke. Sound was reduced to cicadas and the laughter of children who despite the sun and summer lived outside all the time until mothers all over the neighborhood would begin their gregorian chant of  names that made your friends vanish in a blur of elbows and foot soles. Each trying to desperately make it home before their middle names were invoked or worse yet, the street lights came on. Everyone of them making plans for tomorrow, because there was always another tomorrow, for the next adventure, because everyday was an adventure. Just one more chance at a summer day, in the summer heat of the South, as they drifted, first home for the night and then away for life.

R. Sweat

39

Ode to a Mater

You grew up on a farm

So close to the sea 

That the dew brought salt

That made you tasty

From the home of your fathers, father before

Shipped to the world & my corner Store

Big boys, better boys or ones with beef hearts

Grown on Johns Island, no better place to start

Friend to the Dukes & homemade baked bread

As bacon and letuce dance in my head.

You're the King of the salad this much is true

with cucumbers, onions & cheese that is Bleu.

Whether topping Alfredo when visiting Rome

Or spicey fried green ones, that taste just like home.

Sauces & Stews the better you make

Salt, pepper and garlic sliced next to a steak

Both pauper & wealthy bow down to your charm

As east coast and west come to your farm

You make great food better wherever you roam

While proudly declaring Charlestons your home

Breakfast & lunch, served with sweet tea

On Grouper or shrimp and served by the sea

No finer companion to grilled chicken I know

Than johns finest creation dressed for the show

I'll carry you with me, wherever I go

Then write you love letters to tell the world so

If Summer is coming and the days grow long

Red fruit from heaven will soon be be my song

R.Sweat

38

Last Look Back

     He thought for a moment. How long have I been here? As the last rays of the failing Carolina sun warmed the back of his neck and cast long shadows that streaked across the sand dunes in a race toward the darkening waters of the Atlantic,it seemed that all time had stopped

     He looked on as two children played in a tidal pool. Their bleached white hair once short in the spring now caressed shoulders tanned nut brown by the long days of a a seemingly endless beach vacation. From afar a mothers voice says its time to go. But its only her promise of a return one day that finally tears them away from their kingdom of sandcastles and seashells.They were now children of the beach for evermore and they left  behind not only their fortress in the sand, but also a small piece of themselves and their childhood for mother nature to reclaim on the next high tide. Blending their souls with all those who have come before into the  tide line of life that stretched from here to eternity.

     He missed the beach umbrellas that had once lined the shore like so many colorful Christmas ornaments stretching as far as the eye could see. Havens for families that had used them to escape the relentless rays of sun, life itself seemed to began and end in their embrace Now cleaned and packed away they left no trace of the world as it had been. Only a landscape of ghosts and memories drifted in the September air,as the last hallow sounds of laughter faded on the cooling breeze, leaving only the  rhythmic tide to fill the void.

      He felt the presence of his father and grandfather move beside him and as they all stood looking out toward the horizon,the days last light had left the world of Summer behind in blends of orange and scarlet and colors not yet named by man. Soon a crescent moon would ascend to crown the Lowcountry sky. A God sent tierra brought down by angels and left as a gift for all  of us blessed to call this land our own. It was then he knew. How long had he been there,,,,,forever.

    

    From the North  the wind began to whisper. making the salty sand stir, gently at first it spoke the words that no one wants to hear,,,,,Summer is over.

R.Sweat

37

In the eighties I worked for the Kiawah Island Recreation Dept. One year several interns who were working there for the season rented the old Styles Point Plantation house on James Island. I spent a lot of time out there and became friends with all the guys and their girlfriends. I was told this by the young man who slept in the third floor bedroom. One rainy night both of his room mates stayed over at their girlfriends so he made it an early night. He fell asleep with the French doors to the second floor walk around veranda open as he always did. Around 3am he was awakened to the sound of someone closing all the doors on the his floor. Half asleep he saw a young lady walk into his room and gently pull the doors too. Thinking it was his girlfriend he rolled over and went back to sleep, and sure enough a few moment later the young lady climbed into bed with him.

He awoke around 7am to smell of bacon frying and made his way down to the first floor kitchen and found his young lady fixing breakfast. He kissed her on the cheek and ad thanked her for closing the French doors last night. His girl looked at him strangely and said she had to work over at the hospital and had just arrived to fix breakfast.

Seems that one of the ladies of the house had lost a child or two and that the 3rd floor had been the children's floor. Out of grief she had hung herself from the ceiling of the third floor'

Happy Halloween Y'all

36

Fall drifted in, in the middle of the night and wisped into my room

It slipped past Summer in a breeze, under a cool November moon

As thoughts of fun and Summer sun slowy fade into the haze

The tides of June and hot August swoons, that left us in a daze

The season called, as it always does, and she came to town again

With oyster roast, along the coast and our rivals football games

She lights the nights with warm bon fires, when friends return to town

Where tales are told of promises bold, that they'll always be around

She slowly turns the world to brown as she whispers it to sleep

Till Spring returns, and passions burn, with promises to keep

Winters just a day of dread, just one more cold dark night

But Fall just came into my room and shes here until first light

R.Sweat

35

Dear 2016,

The past year has been so special. We have shared each day and lived them to the fullest. You will always have a special place in my heart, But I am now seeing your sister 2017, it was something that was destined to happen.Its not because she is younger, I just see a future with her that I know we could never have. Please don't think it was anything that you did, it was me. We just reached the end of our line and I could no longer see a future with us. I will always treasure our time together. Our past will always be ours, no one can take that, but I can no longer live in the past. Well 2017 is here and I must go, I wish you all the best.

Your Friend,

R. Sweat

34

New Years Resolutions

1. Stop making New Years Resolutions

2. Eat more Oysters & Boiled Peanuts

Individually or at the same time, never a bad thing

3. Egg every car I see texting while driving making sure to get a picture that I can then post to Facebook

4. Drink more coffee, if God wanted us to sleep he wouldn't have given us expresso or half gallon coffee cups

5. Use more Southern Coloqualisms when speaking to customers. Just not enough Y'alls, Fixin To's, Skedaddles and Dagnabbits in the world.

6. Use more humble brags, just because sadly  I'm good at it.

7. Goes with #6- Always refer to myself in the third person. Ricky Sweat thinks Ricky Sweat be almost as good looking as last year, y'all.

8. Leave more thoughts unfinished, walk away from conversations after beginning a deep thought, this makes people.............

9. Try to keep telemarketers on the phone for at least 5-10 minutes before telling them what your doing.... nothing will get you off their lists faster.

10. Call people more food names

Because nothing makes you feel more creeped out, than a 6' 5"  300lb. guy you don't know calling you Sweetie Pie, Muffin or my favorite Sugar Britches.

Ricky Sweat says Happy New Year lambchops.

I hope All Y'all have a safe and most .........

33 Valentines Day

Really enjoyed VD with my wife today, even my son and mother in law joined in on the VD fun.

Best VD in recent memory.

Looking to spread my VD love around more in coming  years.

My wish is for us ALL to keep VD in our hearts and minds all year long and that we share it wherever we go, as often as we can

Heres wishing we had VD...EVERYDAY

R.SWEAT

32

So I am working on the computer on Sunday when I hear this cry and our Boykin Spaniel, Shadow goes into hyper whine mode, barking and pawing at the back door. A few minutes later my bride comes staggering in out of her garden, into the house covered in what can best be described as YUCK.and holding her left shoulder. As she drops onto our leather couch with a surrendering whimper. About 30 seconds later my nose takes notice as the wafting scent of 3 day old Salmon and last Tuesdays left  over Spaghetti joins us in the living room. The once white mens dress shirt that she wears when she plays in her garden, is covered in sauces and vacume bags furry castoffs.

I ask her if shes ok and through teary eyes, she tells me that she, FELL INTO THE TRASHCAN.

Now Im not talking about the cute trash can by the desk ir even the restaurant size one in the Kitchen, 

No, No, No...NEVER DO ANYTHING HALF ASS THAT YOU CAN DO WHOLE ASS (our unofficial

Fanily motto) 

No, the love of my life decided that she was past her expiration date and it was time to throw herself away. 

While the cats fought for the last scraps of Sheppards pie stuck in her rolled up shirt sleeves she explained to me why she went Oscar the crouch. 

In a hurry to get more done than just bring the trash can back to its home and pick up debris from her latest day in the garden, she took her eye off her chore to answer the phone.

Just as she said hello the lid flipped open, knocking the trash can out of her grasp and sending her stumbling forward where she stepped on and tripped on the open lid, which in turn caused her to do a head first Superman i to the deep...dark... recesses of the 5 year old solid waste receptacle. Her momentum caused the can to right itself, leaving my angel, legs up and in an inverted position tryng desperately to escape the horrors of Dinners past

Eventually she unrighted herself and made her way, to go lunches and all to the relative safety of our couch. Trailed by her pack of semi-farrol cats who thought it was dinner time and Shadow who seemed content to graze on her left sleave. Two tylenol, and a stiff tequila later she made the executive decision to take an hour long shower and have our son Morgen handle the cans from now on.

Good Choice

Some artistic licence was taken in the writing of this story

R. Sweat

31

Dogwood blooms told a tale of Spring. Their delicate  flowers changing each day from translucent green to bright white. They looked to the warming March skies. Giving notice and a promise of renewal all across the South.

She had braced herself in the fall chill and kept her beauty hidden in her most stark form. Refusing to share her secret as Winter ravaged her naked limbs through the long cold nights, she saved herself for Spring.

March found her wanting, and her buds strained to join the azaelas and babies breath whos flowers already covered the south, bringing color to the grey gardens and roadsides. Vanquishing the dark monochromatic world back to winter and memory.

Soon the dogwood be the home for bluejays and cardinals returning  to mate and renew their lives.  Her soft green leaves would return to catch april's loving rain and in Summer with a family of squirrels living in her branches she would fulfill her quest of hope and store the Summer in her soul.

A  promise to the world once more that through our bleakest chill, she will return when, in our need as we look for signs and wisdom. When March comes round and dogwoods bloom to renew our dreams and hope.

R. Sweat

30

The ocean is a religion.  Its waves are a constant reminder of the never-ending nature of the world we live in. It's tides teach you that everything comes and goes at it's own pace. It touches all parts of our world at the same time and ties us all together no matter how far away we think we might be from each other. Its always there, making us feel small, while at the same time enlarging us in ways we don't even fathom. Stand on a shore and you can stare off into  the Seas depths and on any given day see into your past or your future.  

The ocean has always been my religion and no matter how far away I am or how long its been since my last confession,  I can always sense it's ebb and flow in my veins and feel its pull on my heart and soul every time there's a full moon in the sky.

Try to stand on a beach while the last rays of summer sun reach out to you from millions of miles away and not feel the awe. 

No the Ocean is most definitely a religion and I was born to be it's disciple.

R.Sweat

29

Open windows and screen doors

Blooms early on a Dogwood tree

Light filters in with the 6 o'clock coffee

As windchimes dance and sing

Smell of laundry drying in the sun

Sheets dance with life, billow like sails

The moon in full retreat, has once again lost

Shrimp & Grits wait for bacon and red eye gravy

While honey cools hot Cat Head biscuits 

And the new day yawns into life

R. Sweat

28

Just got a call(Chicago #)

From a frantic man, who for reasons unknown to me, called a bicycle rental shop to ask if I knew what kind of "cat sized rat" would eat his garbage on his deck at Kiawah.

After a lengthy description, I told him that his house guest were harmless opossums.

This didn't have the calming effect that I had hoped. He couldn't believe that Kiawah let wild animals "run around, without a leash".

He asked me if I knew what to do with them, and I couldn't resist.... I told him, they make a fine stew with mustard greens and new potatoes, but if he didn't want to cook them himself, he could bring them to the Jasmine Porch at the Sanctuary and they would clean and cook them for them...

I began to tell him that whoever got the left hind foot was a sign of good luck......

Thats about when he hung up.....

Sometimes phones are fun.LOL

R.Sweat

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Ever notice that the closer you get to the Coast, the less your troubles seem to weigh on your mind? Its as if sea breeze, salt air and the sound of the approaching surf are able to manifest some kind of magical effect on the very gravity  that binds us to this world and our woes. We shed our skin of worry, work and responsibility and for a while we are reborn into this world of ocean breezes and sand.  Lighter, freer and full of the boundless hope that every day can be just like this one. For awhile the only burden that we carry is that we know, that at some point we're going to have to re-enter our old selves and assume the weight of our destiny. But for now my toes are in the sand and my eyes on nothing more pressing than the rising tide line. Gravity has been replaced by the buoyancy of an old inner tube that keeps calling my name and the tart goodness of the wedge of lime that keep dancing around the neck of my ice cold Corona. 

Somewhere near the Coast,

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And the heat swirled around me, wrapping me once again in its warm ,wet blanket that left you feeling like you had stepped into a pool as large as the lowcountry itself. Bringing with it memories of bologna sandwiches and kool aide in a Dixie cup on and old picnic table, worn silver and shaky by a thousand games of tag and lunches just like this day.

Nearby Magnolia cones covered the ground, some having lost their white blooms, still they made everything smell sweet and earthy at the same time as they waited their turn to be sacrificed to a broomstick  in what would be another round of batting practise that had begun at 4 years old and never really ever ended.

The heat formed a dome on our world, it shielded us from the outside as it made every word and movement, measured, calculated and always paid for in sweat and energy. Even sound seemed bend to the summer. Cars, most not having a/c back then were parked until later in the evening when sitting on a naugahide front seat didn't involve second degree burns or some degree of heat stroke. Sound was reduced to cicadas and the laughter of children who despite the sun and summer lived outside all the time until mothers all over the neighborhood would begin their gregorian chant of  names that made your friends vanish in a blur of elbows and foot soles. Each trying to desperately make it home before their middle names were invoked or worse yet, the street lights came on. Everyone of them making plans for tomorrow, because there was always another tomorrow, for the next adventure, because everyday was an adventure. Just one more chance at a summer day, in the summer heat of the South, as they drifted, first home for the night and then away for life.

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Ode to a Mater

You grew up on a farm

So close to the sea 

That the dew brought salt

That made you tasty

From the home of your fathers, father before

Shipped to the world & my corner Store

Big boys, better boys or ones with beef hearts

Grown on Johns Island, no better place to start

Friend to the Dukes & homemade baked bread

As bacon and letuce dance in my head.

You're the King of the salad this much is true

with cucumbers, onions & cheese that is Bleu.

Whether topping Alfredo when visiting Rome

Or spicey fried green ones, that taste just like home.

Sauces & Stews the better you make

Salt, pepper and garlic sliced next to a steak

Both pauper & wealthy bow down to your charm

As east coast and west come to your farm

You make great food better wherever you roam

While proudly declaring Charlestons your home

Breakfast & lunch, served with sweet tea

On Grouper or shrimp and served by the sea

No finer companion to grilled chicken I know

Than johns finest creation dressed for the show

I'll carry you with me, wherever I go

Then write you love letters to tell the world so

If Summer is coming and the days grow long

Red fruit from heaven will soon be be my song

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Mascots and cheerleaders and fans all abound

Cool days of tailgates with friends all around 

Cold beer and pizza and food on the grill

Lets Rub the Rock  boys, and run down the hill

Fourth down and four as the linebackers blitz

Death Valley's  Rocking, theres no place to sit

80,000 strong and the noise is unreal

Tennessee and Michigan fans wish for our zeal

The balls in the air now, the seasons begun

No matter your team y'all , it all will be fun

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A Prayer for Parents

 

Always answer a child's frown with a smile,  a tear with hug, and their fear with understanding.  This will one day help them smile at the world,  work through life's pain and see truths through uncertain times.

Help them to listen but not follow, to be the writer of their own lives story. Expect from themselves and not from others and they'll never be disappointed. Never give up their choices and freedoms to others, once lost they can never be regained.

Teach them to speak softly when those around them are loud, because people will always come close to hear a whisper and truths whispered are not soon forgotten.

Explain why kids grow wise who live not in houses, but in homes. Houses are cold,hollow and empty, homes are filled with warmth and love and everyone needs a home.

Tell them to build and not destroy, anyone can tear down, builders don't wait for luck they make it. Never worry about what someone else has, only what you can do to make yourself better. Build the best life you can.

                                                R. Sweat

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Watching Charlie Brown Christmas and pondering deep thoughts.

1. Where does Snoopy buy his Ice Skates

2.Will Global Warming effect this years show?

3. How does Pig Pen get dirty in the snow?

4.When are Linus and Sally going to get engaged?

5. I want to learn to Dance like Snoopy.

6. No one ever shows up to see their Christmas show.

7. Do they live in a Ghost town?

8. If they lived today, would they would just Facebook live their scenes in.

9.Does no one in this town own a car?

10. Why do I love this stupid show?

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The Thunder began.

It growled up from places far away, 

from beyond where the lightning could be seen, felt or feared.

From beyond the here, the now... 

and time stood still.

Like a arguement left unresolved,  it grumbled itself back to life  far out on the edges of what mattered.

Now with new life, it gathered itself and seemed to churn and roil somewhere, far off yet somehow nearer, more familiar. 

Large bass notes soon joined choir and gave the sound shape and scope as if the earth itself was giving up its pain.

It Rolled on,

Tumbling over farmers fields, rural roads and small towns. Seemingly feeding on each new mile much like the dark clouds that spawned it had done to the sky earlier. All was dark, yet the sound still grew.

It grumbled ever on, ever more intense, ever closer. Then it was here.

Like a wave it rolled across the coast,,, angry, sad and vengeful, chasing something unseen as it rolled across the sweetgrass marshes on it's way out to sea. Shaking seeds from cattails and making fiddler crabs hide. The omnipotent voice of nature gone most scornful. Windows  in a hundred thousand homes shook and everyone felt very human and very frail. 

The depth of the sound was what I remember most. It wasn't a single sound like a note, but layer after layer of sound within sound, almost as if it was a chorus of souls on a singular journey.

Above,below,in front,behind and even inside of us, it left no doubt who, for that few seconds was in control. Our earth trembled. 

It held us, studied us, judged us, then moved on, still hotly on the trail of whatever it was that caused so much anguish to be released.

It slipped away in seconds that seemed like hours, gaining speed as it left the world of man behind with all of its Hope's and fears and tomorrows. 

It left an echo as it went, a faint reminder of who it was,  a kiss after a date, a marker of it's own past, a last line in a great book that sticks in your mind whenever the skies darken and the world growles in far away places.

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One breath in, One breath Out

Every day of Every Week of Every month of Every year.

One breath in, One breath Out

Everyone from Everywhere from Anyone to all those Here.

One breath in, One breath Out

Every joy and Every pain and Every hope and Every Fear

One breath in, One breath Out

Every thought and Every dream and Every chance  I hold You near.

One breath in, One breath Out.

R. Sweat

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Eddie Mathews, 

Warren Spahn and the Exploding Golf Ball that Wasn't. 

(From the Kiawah Files)

When I worked at Kiawah in the 80's, I was the meeting conference Service Manager(We sat up meeting and banquet rooms around the resort). 

Twice we hosted the Delta Airlines/National Car Rental 

Baseball All Star Scramble. Three days of Golf, Adult Beverages with 15 Hall of Fame Baseball Players.

As some of y'all know, I am a HUGE Atlanta Braves fan. I've collected Braves memorabilia since I was 10. From a 1948 World Series program, dozens of signed baseballs to  baseball bats autographed by Chipper Jones,Hank Aaron,Dale Murphy,Ralph Garr etc.,each is loved and cherished. Never did I think that I would be lucky enough to meet some of the baseball gods of my childhood.

I was lucky to be at Kiawah when Delta Airlines/National Car rental hosted a Baseball hall of fame Golf Tournament for 2 years.

The second year that they were at Kiawah,

Ava, who was a food & Beverage manager from Catering caught me on my way out of my office and asked if I wanted to help out with the golf tournament. 

I had nothing to do and it was a chance to hang around 15 Baseball Hall of Famers. Aaaah hell YES!

She needed help with the golf tournament that was the center of the weekends activities.

On the course,they had set up a closest to the hole on a par 3 of the old Marsh Point Golf Course.

Closest to the hole got $500.00, a Hole in one, won a Car.

Ava asked me to monitor the hole, while she took care of some other business with that nights dinner by the pool.

I was given a bucket of numbered Balls & a clipboard and my "job" was to sign each person up and issue them a numbered golf ball to make their attempt. Just me and 2 guys from the group who were filming the outing for the end of the outing awards banquet video to be shown that night.

One of the exec's. from Delta came up and told me that last year, his boss had switched one of his balls for one of those chalk exploding balls and he had waited a year for to even the score. 

He said his boss was expecting revenge and asked me to help by slipping his boss the trick ball when he played through.

He handed me the ball and a piece of paper with his bosses name on it and I put them in my pocket.

So for the next 2 hours, I handed out balls and talked to some of the greatest baseball players ever. Eddie Mathews, Ernie Banks, Warren Spahn, Willie McCovey, Robert Feller etc.

Heaven on a Tee box basically.

Being a HUGE Braves fan, I couldnt resist to add to my collection so during a lull, I looked around and found a new New Golf ball and got BOTH Warren Spahn and Eddie Matthews to sign it when they played through.

With the joy of a 8 year old, I slipped my treasure in my OTHER pocket. 

 and went back to business of handing out balls and talking baseball to my heroes.... it was a tough life.

Finally thr Target of the prank and the guy who gave me the ball came up to the tee. I reached in my pocket and palmed the ball, ready to make the switch.

Now, I suspect that it must have leaked back to the guys boss that a switch was going to be made or maybe he was just knew the guy that well, because as soon as he teed up the ball I gave him, he turned, aimed and took a 3/4 swing in an effort to not completely break the cover of the chalk ball and drove the ball right at the trickster,(whose face went from confident joy, to confusion, to panic, to immobilizing agony in a mear second) as his mind tried to comprehend what was happening to him when the ball hit him, I kid you not, right in his dangly bits from 15 feet away.

The poor guy screamed and doubled over trying to swallow his love knots back into place.

That's when I noticed the Ball with Spahn and Mathews Signature on the ground of the Tee Box.

I reached in my pocket to find the Exploding Golf Ball, still there..

I quickly retrieved my treasure

And quietly melted away back to my office,(as much as a 6'5" 250lb guy can melt away)as they were all gathered around the Delta Airlines newest executive gelding, who was sobbing in great gulps, on the ground, in a fetal position.

Later that night, I listened in from behind the scenes as the Golf crowd roared with laughter as they watched over and over the video of that poor guy as he "took one for the team"

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As a kid, we played baseball. 

We had a vacant lot beside our house and from dawn until the Mercury Vapor Street Lights came on,

We played Baseball. 

My Cousins, myself and the various Kids in the neighborhood had a Summer Long game of

"Roll the Bat" going that began in May and ran until school Started after Labor day.

We broke up that marathon with games of "500", "Pickle" and the occasional game of 4 on 4. 

Our 7th inning Stretch was a water hose break from the fawcet of my house(mind the fire ants that always seem to build their nests next to the only water hose)

Sometimes mid pitch we would hear that sound that sent every kid in a mile sprinting back to his house in search of loose change and Piggy Banks.

The first few notes of

"Mary had a Little Lamb"

Caused land speed records by kids 10 and under to be shattered

All at once the Chorus of ICE CREAM MAN would be heard while  gloves and bats seem to hover in the air as the kids who used them moments before were no where to be seen on the field. 

After the fudge bars, nutty bars, ice cream sandwiches and pushups were more worn than actually eaten,next would come the endless debate of whether Hank Aaron or Willy Mays was the GREATEST baseball player ever.(Hammerin Hank Aaron is the correct answer of Course), 8-10 nut brown shirtless/shoeless kids would then get back to the seriousness that was baseball.

Baseball was all consuming and seemed like the Lowcountry summer to be never ending. 

Once when I was 6 or 7 my Parents made me stop early to get ready to go out for a family dinner. Left alone in the bathroom, I crawled out the Bathroom window that faced the baseball lot and played NAKED

For almost 2 INNINGS

Before my father drug me off the field, literally pulling the bat out of my hands(insert your Pun here). 

He was so amused that I didn't even get punished (my mom, who was NOT amused, made him remove the Bathroom window)

The game went on.

The players changed,

Then one day I realized that the sound of Kids didn't come from the lot anymore. 

The world had gotten more serious.

Seems sad that kids don't play in vacant lots anymore. 

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Dogs and boats and fishing rods will never let you down

They call your name, they sing to you, whenever your in town

Come run away and be a kid, with us this sunny day

We'll make you laugh, we'll make you young, if you come and play

Dogs will always look up to you, You gotta love your hound

And boats that float will keep you dry, when you leave dry ground

Fishing rods cast out your hope, and make sunshine out of grey

Together there your three best friends, who never go a stray

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Waiting for my puppy dog to come back to the back door after his morning Constitutionals

I faded into thought.

If the sunlight that reaches us left the Sun 7 minutes ago, are we looking into the past when we look at the Sun?

Another reason not to look into the sun. Its a painful reminder that we are meant to live our lives in the NOW with eyes toward the future. Maybe we're meant to just feel the rays of the past on our backs as a daily reminder to us of who we were.

Poop time done,

No more deep thoughts..

Good morning y'all

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Wisdom comes when reason overwhelms doubt,

When dreams bring us vision,

When love overcomes fear.

Peace comes when we learn to live with Wisdom,

When there is no need to hope, 

When wonder replaces wishes.

Joy comes when we learn to trade pain for Peace,

See opportunity instead of dispair,

When our trust replaces doubt.

Home is where Wisdom

comes to call,

Where you will always 

find your Peace,

Where you share your Joy with others.

Wisdom is when she smiles,

Peace is in her laughter,

Joy is every new day.

Home is when She's Near.

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Woke up this morning with someone else in my head.

I wonder what happened to the person who was here yesterday?

I find he's left the place quite a mess, crumbs of the past left for me on the floor. 

Todays my day, and I am not waisting it cleaning up behind someone else.

No today is mine, my chance to leave my own crumbs for whoever wakes up in my head tomorrow. 

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Open windows and screen doors

Blooms early on a Dogwood tree

Light filters in with the 6 o'clock coffee

As windchimes dance and sing

Smell of laundry drying in the sun

Sheets dance with life, billow like sails

The moon in full retreat, has once again lost

Shrimp & Grits wait for bacon and red eye gravy

While honey cools hot Cat Head biscuits 

And the new day yawns into life

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I dreamt an angel came to me and laid upon my bed.

She kissed my lips and closed my eyes and held my weary head.

In soft sweet tones she sang to me and this is what she said.

Sleep tonight in my arms, and dream of days ahead.

Always will I comfort you,

Till the day I'm dead.

And even then I'll come to you, husband that I wed.

So dream of Angels late at night and you'll find me in your bed.

R. Sweat

Goodnight Y'all

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The ocean is a religion.  Its waves are a constant reminder of the never-ending nature of the world we live in. It's tides teach you that everything comes and goes at it's own pace. It touches all parts of our world at the same time and ties us all together no matter how far away we think we might be from each other. Its always there, making us feel small, while at the same time enlarging us in ways we don't even fathom. Stand on a shore and you can stare off into  the Seas depths and on any given day see into your past or your future.  

The ocean has always been my religion and no matter how far away I am or how long its been since my last confession,  I can always sense it's ebb and flow in my veins and feel its pull on my heart and soul every time there's a full moon in the sky.

Try to stand on a beach while the last rays of summer sun reach out to you from millions of miles away and not feel the awe. 

No the Ocean is most definitely a religion and I was born to be it's disciple.

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The ocean is a religion.  Its waves are a constant reminder of the never-ending nature of the world we live in. It's tides teach you that everything comes and goes at it's own pace. It touches all parts of our world at the same time and ties us all together no matter how far away we think we might be from each other. Its always there, making us feel small, while at the same time enlarging us in ways we don't even fathom. Stand on a shore and you can stare off into  the Seas depths and on any given day see into your past or your future.  

The ocean has always been my religion and no matter how far away I am or how long its been since my last confession,  I can always sense it's ebb and flow in my veins and feel its pull on my heart and soul every time there's a full moon in the sky.

Try to stand on a beach while the last rays of summer sun reach out to you from millions of miles away and not feel the awe. 

No the Ocean is most definitely a religion and I was born to be it's disciple.

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Open windows and screen doors

Blooms early on a Dogwood tree

Light filters in with the 6 o'clock coffee

As windchimes dance and sing

Smell of laundry drying in the sun

Sheets dance with life, billow like sails

The moon in full retreat, has once again lost

Shrimp & Grits wait for bacon and red eye gravy

While honey cools hot Cat Head biscuits 

And the new day yawns into life

R. Sweat

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Ever notice that the closer you get to the Coast, the less your troubles seem to weigh on your mind? Its as if sea breeze, salt air and the sound of the approaching surf are able to manifest some kind of magical effect on the very gravity  that binds us to this world and our woes. We shed our skin of worry, work and responsibility and for a while we are reborn into this world of ocean breezes and sand.  Lighter, freer and full of the boundless hope that every day can be just like this one. For awhile the only burden that we carry is that we know, that at some point we're going to have to re-enter our old selves and assume the weight of our destiny. But for now my toes are in the sand and my eyes on nothing more pressing than the rising tide line. Gravity has been replaced by the buoyancy of an old inner tube that keeps calling my name and the tart goodness of the wedge of lime that keep dancing around the neck of my ice cold Corona. 

Somewhere near the Coast,

R. Sweat

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ENJOY YOUR DAY, YOU MOTHERS!

Wait, , , that doesn't sound right. 

To all you Moms who give so much of themselves and live each day for no other reason than to give everyone around them, all the things, great and small that they need to grow up and flourish in life.

Selfless, caring, supportive, loving, protective, dependable.  All these words have one thing in common. They are all synonyms  for,,,,, Mother.

Enjoy your day

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I am sending out good thoughts this morning.  Today all y'all will have nothing but good luck. You will hear only good news and everyone around you will try their best to make you smile.

Today WILL be yours, problems will be only small bumps in a road that is ALL downhill from this point on.

If this is the kind of day that want, the kind of day you need, no,,, the kind of day you deserve than all you have to do is make the people around you, , , smile. Commit a random act of politeness today and you will change the dynamics of someone's day and by changing their day you will change your own.

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Ways to tell if a person really is from South Carolina 

 !. They wave hello  and say good morning to perfect strangers

 2. We consider Boiled Peanuts a food group

 3. If they not only give you directions but explain the historical significance of where you are now AND where your going.

 4. We know how to drive in a rainstorm.

 5. South Carolinians know the difference Y'all and All Y'all

 6, If all they need for a dinner of boiled crab is a kite string and a rotten piece of chicken.

 7. We all know that the REAL Carolina is South Carolina(Even us Clemson Fans) and the colors for Carolina Are Garnet and Black Not Babycakes Blue

 8. Your from here if the first baby food you had was Shrimp and Grits.

 9. If we are ever cut, our blood would be 1/3 Pluff Mud

 10. We know that REAL BBQ comes with a mustard sauce.

 More to Come: Pease add on

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Story.

My son and I were driving by the apartment complex on the corner of Orangeburg and South Rhett when we saw a guy stagger out of an apartment and get into a car. Instead of backing out he put the car in drive and ran into the fire hydrant on the corner.

We pulled over to see if he would leave the scene so we could call NCPD.

To our entertainment after backing up, he got out the car and with his rear end on the hydrant, using his legs he tried to straighten up the bent hydrant which was leaking pretty bad.

After one final push he not only moved it, HE BROKE IT COMPLETELY OFF.

The resulting water pressure sent him 8-10 feet in the air and deposited him on the hood of his own car. 

Angry and not hurt he climbed behind the wheel and drove his car onto the 20 foot high geyser that pomptly lifted his front wheel drive car a foot off the ground and immediately tore off his hood.

Undaunted he fought the high pressure water that sprayed out from under the car in a vain attempt to push what had to be the cleanest undercarriage and engine in Northchuck off old faithful. The pressure was so great that it knocked him down several times and blew off his shirt and wrapped his pants  around one ankle, leaving him in boxers and Nike's when the police arrived.

Only In North Charleston :)

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AND ON A SATURDAY HE SAID,

"LET THERE BE FOOTBALL"

AND THERE WAS AND IT WAS

GOOD!!!!!!!

ACROSS THE LAND BANDS PLAYED AND PEOPLE REJOICED.

THERE WERE MASCOTS CHEERLEADERS, TAILGATE PARTIES AND TRADITIONS AS OLD AS THE LAND AND THE PEOPLE THEMSELVES.   THEY FEASTED ON PIZZA AND BEER AND RAISED THEIR VOICES TO THE HEAVENS THAT THIS WAS NEXT YEAR; OUR YEAR AND A CHEER ROSE UP AMONG THE MASSES, FROM THE CHURCHES OF ACC, SEC, PAC 10 AND EVEN THE NOT SO BIG 10 AND IN UNISON WE STOOD ON A MOUNTAIN OR IN THE VALLEY AND FOR ONE SHINING SECOND

WITH GIANT FOAM FINGERS RAISED TO THE SKY......... WE WERE ALL #1

Good luck everyone this season,  be safe, have fun....... GO TIGERS!

R. SWEAT

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At ten I lived for Santa Clause,

At twenty life lived without a pause,

Thirty led me to a cause,

It was Forty that showed me all my flaws,

Its fifties turn to teach lifes laws,

But now I sleep,,,,,,,,, tomorrow draws.

R. Sweat

Good morning Ya'll! !!I know that what I am posting won't change the price of gas or give you back any of that time you wasted on the beach when you were younger, but I thought I would employ a little kaos theory this fine November morning, just to see where the butterfly might leads us.I woke up this morning to a PERFECT and I mean PERFECT Carolina Fall day. Sipping on what might be the worlds best cup of coffee I started thinking about how nondescript actions and words bring consequences for good or bad to people we might never meet. So today I am sending out nothing but good news, best wishes and extending unrequited acts of kindness to everyone I interact with today in hopes that old Mr. Kaos and his nondescript butterfly's of infinate possibilities will flap their wings hard enough that the cause and effect on the reality that they generate will work its way into releaving a little pain today in somebody's world.Breath in, Breath out, Move onR . Sweat

Up all night, Deep in thought about life, the world and our part in it when suddenly I was hit by an epiphany.After watching my wife let our 2 cats in and out of our house for the 14th time in 6 hours it hit me.Cats all over the World are engaged in a secret game of "Counting Coup", where they earn points by how many times they can get a Human to open a door for them.We are being reprogrammed so that on the day of the Great Feline Uprising we will aide our own demise as a species by simultaneously opening EVERY door in the world, ON COMMAND and without thinking,help facilitate the largest "Trojan Horse" ever devised..Got to Go, I hear my master at the door.R.Sweat

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Good morning Ya'll! !!

I know that what I am posting won't change the price of gas or give you back any of that time you wasted on the beach when you were younger, but I thought I would employ a little kaos theory this fine November  morning, just to see where the butterfly might leads us.

I woke up this morning to a PERFECT and I mean PERFECT Carolina Fall day. Sipping  on what might be the worlds best cup of coffee I started thinking about how nondescript actions and words bring consequences for good or bad to people we might never meet. So today I am sending out nothing but good news, best wishes and extending unrequited acts of kindness to everyone I interact with  today in hopes that old Mr. Kaos and his nondescript  butterfly's of infinate possibilities will flap their wings hard enough that the cause and effect on the  reality that they generate will work its way into releaving a little pain today in somebody's world.

Breath in, Breath out, Move on

R . Sweat