IF IT WEREN'T FOR BAD LUCK - - - ! ! !

************************************************* *************************************************  *************** WARNING ! ! ! ***************  This dangerously illegal and immoral subversive underground resistance message is being surreptitiously monitored by the Beaming Internet Government Broadband Radio Oscillation Telecommunications Hearing Electronics Reconnaissance (i.e., "B.I.G. B.R.O.T.H.E.R.") as part of a coordinated clandestine domestic surveillance investigation, in cooperation with the National Administration of Zealous Interrogation (i.e., "N.A.Z.I.") and the Commission on Message Monitoring Investigative Electronics (i.e., "C.O.M.M.I.E."). Serious felony criminal charges are pending, with extreme penalties yet to be determined!  *************************************************  Greetings and Salutations to All my Kith and Kin and All the Ships in Outer Space: Tonight's the night of the biggest full moon ever, and here in Gulfport, Mississippi, the sky is clouded over and turning darker every minute, giving off fireworks and artillery. I was so looking forward to taking my guitar and sitting on the beach, baying at the full Moon, and singing my original composition, "INSPIRED BY THE FULL MOON". Oh, that ain't all. Oh, no, there's MORE! Can you even ever BELIEVE this is happening? Finally, at long last, I was able to muster up sufficient physical energy to set up my camera and tripod on my balcony, so I could make a nice homemade amateur video recording of passing railroad freight trains. I set up my folding chair, set up my TV tray, filled my Clan Henderson large pewter tankard to the brim with lots of ice cubes, to keep my Pepsi-Cola nice and cold, grabbed my guitar, sat down, and began wailing and/or caterwauling. Sooner or later, a train was bound to come by, for we get lots of them, every few minutes, all day and all night. So, there I am basking in the tropical humidity, strumming my guitar, singing favorite songs, sipping Pepsi-Cola, with my camera set up, aimed, and ready for a choo choo train that I know is on the way. The sky got darker, the winds got windier, I could see and hear the approaching brilliantly blinding detonations of heavy ordnance. Well, since I'm on the Seventh Floor, it probably ain't a good idea to be sitting on that balcony, and anyway, I must protect my camera. Oh, by the way, you should have seen the sailboats and jet skis racing about on the nearby water! Unfortunately, my camera isn't good enough to record them, or if it is, I can't tell, because the reflected sunlight blinds me (the roofs of the adjacent buildings below me are painted white), blocking me from seeing anything in my camera's viewfinder. Mox nix. So, I pack up my tripod and restore the camera to its computer charging dock, and then - - - , When it's too darn late, here comes a southbound freight train, pulled by two (02) big ol' thundering, rumbling CSX railroad locomotives, sounding its whistle and highballing down the track just as pretty as could be!  WAAA - - - AAAUUUGH ! ! !  Life ain't fair. And then, we die!  WAAA - - - AAAUUUGH ! ! !  Oh, well, the movie, "HANOI HILTON", is on TV tonight, on the Military Channel. For a larger view that's easier to read, please click on the movie poster. So, I'll nuke some chili and weiners and pop some corn. Nifty, huh?  Thank you. John Robert Mallernee Armed Forces Retirement Home  1800 Beach Drive, Unit 311  Gulfport, Mississippi  39507 _________________________ NOW THEN, in honor of this auspicious occasion, I present to you - - - , For the best effect, please be sure to enjoy watching, in "FULL SCREEN" mode, my homemade amateur video recording of ME (!), performing my original composition, "INSPIRED BY THE FULL MOON".  _________________________ _________________________ "INSPIRED BY THE FULL MOON" Words and Music by: JOHN ROBERT MALLERNEE  Sunday 04 July 1993 Salt Lake City, Utah CHORUS: When the full moon Climbs over the mountain Shining cold And lonesome up above: Like a lone wolf Howling through the darkness, My heart aches For a woman I can love. Hear that locomotive Cross the desert As it wails And thunders through the night: And I know It's time to wander onward; Find the love Who'll make my world all right. VERSE # 01: Somewhere out there, Beyond the far horizon, Lies a destined Answer to a prayer. There's a woman; Lonely, lost, and looking For someone to come And rescue her out there. VERSE # 02: In a plane, I'll fly across the heavens. In a ship, I'll sail across the sea. Through hot jungle And the freezing tundra, Fight my way To true love's victory! VERSE # 03: It's not right To live without a woman. No one knows The lonely tears I've cried. So, I'll search, As all the world I wander, Until at last, My true love's by my side. _________________________ UPDATE:   Although, I was eagerly anticipating viewing the Military Channel's broadcast of the Hollywood movie production, "HANOI HILTON", it was disappointing to see this excellent and very timely major motion picture production cut to pieces by editors and censors. Also, the skies did clear up, permitting me to enjoy seeing the full moon, moving higher and higher above the Gulf of Mexico, and, yes, it was beautiful, colorful, and awe inspiring, as its light was reflected off the waters. But, feeling the side effects of my prescribed medications, I did not go sit on the nearby beach to strum my guitar, sing my favorite songs, and bay at the full moon. _________________________ ************************************************* *************************************************