Regarding Life, I think...by Regina Carey

Here's a blast from the past.  This is my first homepage at Angelfire.  I haven't looked at it in years; but, it is still there.  Of course, HTML Gear, which I used to update it with, has been taken down becuse they want us to pay for everything now.  Ah, the good old days of the internet!  Of course, I had to write the HTML from scratch to do everything, including background color, frames, content and graphics. Anyway, here is a peek at it. http://www.angelfire.com/ny4/sylviekell/General.html

I am returning to DC tomorrow!  For Memorial Day weekend.  I will go to Arlington again; but, this time for a different purpose.  A friend of mine was killed in Afghanistan last year and he is buried there.  I must visit his grave. Other than that, it should be a good trip.

Regarding life, I think we should appreciate everything in our lives, even if it is nothing. I have nothing to talk about today; so, I’ll write about nothing. I am sitting in my living room doing nothing because it is freezing cold outside. Nothing would convince me to go outside unnecessarily. I am eating a turkey club sandwich that I had delivered from a nearby coffee shop, and it tastes nothing like my own. I asked them to cook the bacon extra crispy, but it is nothing like how crispy I would cook it myself. I like bacon burnt to a crisp, so that there is practically nothing there. When I opened the bag, I looked first for the cole slaw and found nothing because they forgot the cole slaw! Oh well, that is nothing really, I won’t call again and make the delivery guy go back out into the freezing cold for nothing. If you think that’s nothing, wait until you read what I will write next. Well, there is nothing else I can think of right now which proves that this entire blog post has...

Regarding life, I think we should remember what we have been taught by those who love(ed) us.  Let me elaborate. When I was young my father, or Daddy, as we called him, always took me places on Saturdays. We went all over the city, as far as we could. You see, I suffered from motion sickness as a child. I would ride two subway stops and get sick. My mother, who had no patience, decided that this only meant one thing; I would never travel anywhere. She felt that I would become one of those people who never left the neighborhood. My father, on the other hand, had a completely different view. He felt that if I was going to live in a city where you had to ride the subway, then I had to ride the subway. He would not settle for the idea of my becoming one of those people who never left the neighborhood; oh no. In fact, he was determined to make me into one of those people who traveled everywhere, saw and learned as much as I could and became stronger for it. There was just one problem;...

Regarding life, I think... It is a funny thing how many experiences turn out differently from how we envision they will be.  It's amazing how things can change.  Let me elaborate: On Dec. 3, 2011, I took a one-day trip to Washington because I wanted to do something different; in fact, I needed a change of scenery. I envisioned that this trip would be ordinary, that nothing different would happen.  Well, here is how it happened -- I spent part of the day in the Museum of American History as well as the National Gallery of Art.  I then went to Arlington National Cemetery to see the Changing of the Guard.  Here is part of the video I shot: Pretty cool, isn't it?   Anyway, as I was walking back to the Metro, a strange thing happened.   I reached the entrance and heard a man calling "Ma'am, ma'am, are you going to the metro?"   At first, I thought he was calling out to someone else; but then, I r...

My birthday is next Sunday, Jan. 29th.  There will be a parade in Greenpoint to celebrate the building and launch of the Monitor.  (Remember learning about the Monitor and the Merrimack in school?  I hope you do.)    It was built in and launched from Greenpoint, Brooklyn.  Maybe I'll march, but I don't have a civil war outfit and there will be re-enactors there.  Maybe I won't march.  But I will record it with my flip recorder.  It should be fun. Now, for something completely different.  (Did I just steal that from Monty Python?)  Someone looks at my blog almost every day, according to the stats, and never leaves me a comment.  I have no idea who it is, but please, say something.  Anything.  It can be good  or you can say that you don't like my blog, in which case I must wonder why you return every other day.  But say something.  That's all about that. Oh yes, and another thing, who i...

This is a tribute that to my father who passed away in 1987.  Recently, I have been thinking about him a lot; in particular, about one time when I did not honor him as I should have. Because of this, I am now trying to show him honor, coming up on 25 years since his passing, by attending as many military ceremonies as I possibly can.  This is also my reason for writing about him now. My father was military. He was born in New York City. His father was from New Jersey and his mother was from Limerick City, Ireland. When he was two years of age, his father died; so, his mother sent him to Limerick to be raised by his grandmother. There, he lived in poverty in a country that was in its own battle with England. When he was approximately 16 years old, he returned to the States. Of course, he was a citizen because he was born here and never became a British citizen while living in Ireland (there were no Irish citizens in those days). Up...