Posted on 02/24/2021 5:33:30 AM PST by DoodleBob
Ironically, THAT song is about home not being like it used to be!................
My City Was Gone
Pretenders
Produced by Chris Thomas
Album Learning to Crawl
I went back to Ohio
But my city was gone
There was no train station
There was no downtown
South Howard had disappeared
All my favorite places
My city had been pulled down
Reduced to parking spaces
Ay, oh, way to go, Ohio
Well, I went back to Ohio
But my family was gone
I stood on the back porch
There was nobody home
I was stunned and amazed
My childhood memories
Slowly swirled past
Like the wind through the trees
Ay, oh, way to go, Ohio
I went back to Ohio
But my pretty countryside
Had been paved down the middle
By a government that had no pride
The farms of Ohio
Had been replaced by shopping malls
And Muzak filled the air
From Seneca to Cuyahoga Falls
Said, ay, oh, way to go, Ohio
and they call the wind bloop click bop.
Dweezle dweezle.
(My best Martian)
You cannot hear wind. You can hear the effects of wind. So much for science.
Wow! There is a wind on Mars. Who would have known?
Joe Xiden? You mean Joe En Lie?
I wonder if Rush ever contemplated that his influence even in death would be as great as it was in life?
While the grief is fresh, I don’t see a time in the foreseeable future where Rush won’t be part of the political landscape.
The MSM and powers-that-be will make him an Un-Person...............
Back in the Apollo Mission era, perfection was the key. Ingenuity, knowledge and the profound wisdom of the staff, Mission Control (under Gene Krantz), assembly scientists and engineers who built every component from the tiniest switch to the largest propulsion engines and rocket nodes was what made the first satellites, lunar probes, and then the Mission explorations of the Moon possible.
When NASA sent up the Hubble Space Telescope, my Dad fairly laughed when engineers and Mission operators couldn’t figure out why the images being sent back were so fuzzy.
“They ground the mirrors / lenses to the wrong shape,” He remarked, gleaming sardonically. He had a lot of experience with optometrists’ labs messing up the prescription of his eyeglass lenses, as he had such a remarkable combination of different eye diagnoses, astigmatism being one. It sometimes took three times to get it right.
Only one young optometrist was able to accomplish the feat without fail, although it was the lab the script was sent to that screwed the resulting lenses up occasionally. During the eye tests and examination, this doctor marveled at how sharp my Dad’s vision was despite the various things deteced. The doctor had to learn how to switch the various test lenses extremely quick, seconds between my Dad’s eyes beginning and obtaining focus.
In essence, his brain was like a highly sophisticated computer that required pinpoint accuracy and enormous speed with any input so that it could render the proper result to whatever questions or answers or ‘output’.
Dad still has the same awesome eyesight today despite his Parkinson diagnosis—though he is the most highly - functioning Parkinson patient his neurological specialist has ever seen in practice. My father requires his glasses to read from time to time, but it’s just for the stupid way publishers render text in books, magazines, etc that are just too small. I have great eyesight too, just a bit of near and astig, and get flustered over the tiny text idiodicy.
My Dad, who told me to write our Armed Forces about using a rail gun as a high-speed projectile weapon (saving millions of dollars). And designed and engineered many other things in his younger years thst I am not at liberty to discuss.
Still today he imparts wisdom to me about many things, and I could not pray for a better Daddy and father in my life, as well as my dear Mom. God Bless them.
The swab will be ‘shaped’ like Long Dong Silver and refusal to be tested will be punished with being tested for the Wuhan virus.
It’s aliens blowing into the mic.
They can’t read cursive so how the heck are they going to read anything aliens send?
Great story and thanks for sharing. You’re fortunate and blessed. My father passed when I was a child...complications from open heart surgery. We missed a lot. Hopefully we’ll be able to make up for it in heaven.
“Said, ay, oh, way to go, Ohio”
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Um, no. Think, McFly, think. What is the context of the
song? It is that things are MISSING.
Chrissie Hynde says,
“Ay, Oh, where did you go, Ohio”
NASA’s web site they have sounds that planets make sound can be heard in the vacuum of space but it took powerful microphones to obtain it.
Wow! There is a wind on Mars. Who would have known?
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