Category Archives: September Springs

September Springs – Day 20


Not sure what day is your weekly farmer’s market? Figure it out friend. It’s a swell way to get fresh produce from your local farmer, and a fine way to get out and exercise. I know. I know. This sounds like some sort of public service announcement. So for entertainment purposes only, I offer this other little bit of insight I learned along the way, the farmer’s market is also a pretty nifty way to meet the farmer’s daughter. Wink, wink, nudge nudge, say no more.

September Springs – Day 19


Believe me when I say it’s always a little easier getting through the hump day of the week with a coupla’ swell friends that make you smile. Hula skirt optional.

September Springs – Day 18


Since 1851 The New York Times has been springing the news before others can scoop the story. It has extended the long arm of the law by helping expose frauds and investigating political corruption while at the same time informing and uniting a community. It has also served many citizens as the Swiss Army knife of the newspaper world. Acting as an umbrella for some, insect swatter for others, and of course, restroom reading and air purification fan. There’s little the New York Times can’t do.

September Springs – Day 17


Old Faithful has yet to use a sick day. Old Faithful doesn’t complain about the start of the work week. Old Faithful doesn’t get a day off. Old Faithful causes parents to take kids on road trips to view Old Faithful. Old Faithful is amused.

September Springs – Day 16


It’s not really possible to anticipate where a legendary life will begin, but when a legend is identified there are few who forget where it started. And when the legend is B.B. King, you get a wealth of musical ditties from his soulful blues spring.

September Springs – Day 15


What can I say people? It’s Saturday. It’s the middle of the month. It’s time for a little adventure to spring into your life in one heck of a swell experience. Enjoy yourself in the new territory known as Adventure Springs; population: you.

September Springs – Day 14


What a fine day for acknowledgment to spring into your life in a fashion you may not have anticipated. For today is the anniversary of the day the lyrics for one of the finest national anthems in existence were penned. Not simply because it’s the United States of America’s calling card, but because the amount of blunders singing the lyrics captured on film at various sporting events have provided, and will continually provide, a laugh at someone else’s horrific public humiliation experience.
I’m posting the lyrics below, including the extended version, so you can spring toward success the next time you’re asked to rock the mic at the local ball game.
You’re welcome.

O say can you see by the dawn’s early light,
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight’s last gleaming,
Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight,
O’er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming?
And the rockets’ red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there;
O say does that star-spangled banner yet wave,
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave?

On the shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep,
Where the foe’s haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o’er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning’s first beam,
In full glory reflected now shines in the stream:
‘Tis the star-spangled banner, O! long may it wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

And where is that band who so vauntingly swore
That the havoc of war and the battle’s confusion,
A home and a country, should leave us no more?
Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps’ pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave:
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave,
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

O thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand
Between their loved home and the war’s desolation.
Blest with vict’ry and peace, may the Heav’n rescued land
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation!
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto: “In God is our trust.”
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave![12]

Cover of sheet music for “The Star-Spangled Banner”, transcribed for piano by Ch. Voss, Philadelphia: G. Andre & Co., 1862

September Springs – Day 13

Isn’t it funny how interest in you can make you spring an emotional bone… uh… err… I mean doesn’t the emotional confidence the interest of another springs in you makes ya feel chipper? Me too.


September Springs – Day 12


Nobody ever said climbing your way to the top would be easy. Although, it was intimated there would be a retirement plan that springs into action once the time was right.

September Springs – Day 11

Sometimes, when you can’t think of what to eat, when pressed ham sounds too routine, when you feel the doldrums that your favorite eateries are on cruise control, you may feel the need for a surprisingly delicious spring roll. Shrimp, veggie, chicken, or beef, I don’t really give a hoot, they are delicious and nutritious. Make it happen. But be warned my wanton foodie lover, once you tread down this addictive path there may be no return. For when you least expect it, your craving for more spring roll magic will spring into action because that’s how these rolls spring.