The ditto of 2012


typing As 2012, comes to a close. I am left wondering of what will become of 2013? I’m hoping that America will do better and she will regain her strength and compassion and set forth, she gets this great nation back on track.

Despair and honesty is still abound in the wilds and greasy stretches of life. New opportunities are a distant possibility for everyone around the world, including that of my own as we ring in the new year of 2013.

Good or bad, there’s always the possibility of the great harmony as the joys of life brings to the empathy of the world of writing and blogging, which will be a challenging factor and a struggle as competition and new talent is discovered through the minds of Social Media and blogging sites throughout the vast regions of the internet in the new year.

It’s an impact, soul and feeling with inspiration that sets forth the sunrises and sunsets into written words within the distant galaxies of the universe. Nothing creates more inspiration, than, one’s thought to grab a laptop, netbook or desktop computer and hack away at the keys to make those magical words come alive for the reader and audience to read on a daily, weekly or bi-weekly or even a monthly basis.

“You’re a writer, god-damnit,” as they say – period, it’s nothing personal. “It’s in your genes, Jaros and you know it!” I’m thinking fellow writer and best friend, Garrett Jaros has a vast tropical pool in his backyard (literally!) that would make a never ending story for “Lost,” “Magnum, P.I.,” and the cast of “Hawaii Five-O,” shit, the late Jack Lord, would’ve been a happy camper with his alma mater at the Five-O HQ’s after being modernized from the 1960’s – even the theme song is still the same, I think?

But, that’s not all – 2012, was a tough one for us best friends and writers, we both lost our dogs, a couple months apart or so, than, one of our childhood friends passed away before the dogs’ headed home to the “Rainbow Bridge.” As Garret says, “it was a tough one for us, dude.” He got that right. 2012, was indeed a tough one.

As we enter the ditto of leaving 2012, I’m hoping, 2013 looks better and optimistic in both the writing and blogging department on my end of the rope and the writing lugs on Garrett’s end across the pond in Maui – who knows what the world of 2013 will hold as the future of ‘13 comes ashore?

The wackiness between the two us two writers will likely enhance a collaboration of sorts? I know, I know, I can see him putting sand in my lunchbox and the kind words of, “Newt, you’re an idiot, but, I ain’t writing no chicka flick with you – you moron!” Well, selfishly, that wasn’t the greatest of ideas, but, it’s enough to get him laughing in the South Pacific and me quite farther, than, having him chase my lovely carcass with a spanking new Louisville slugger all over the Willamette Valley with my name engraved on it and personally signed by former Cincinnati Reds Third Baseman, Pete Rose. Ditto.

At least he has the laugh track from the states, while being port-side in the middle of the South Pacific – we’ll see how he fares from the islands and the South Pacific Atoll and the merited of friendships on the mainland. My Mother was asking me just this afternoon, while visiting her, “if his mother misses him,” has he now lives in Hawaii – Her memory is still fresh after all these years from Mine and Garrett’s childhood. It amazes me she still has it – “wow!”

 

Copyright @2012 Jeff Newton

The cost of owning a weapon


When it comes to owning a weapon, any weapon, a pistol, such as a revolver, an automatic or semi-automatic weapon handgun or rifle, the careful care and security of those weapons should be taken into account, while pursuing ownership of a firearm – ANY FIREARM. Not, just those that are revolvers, automatics and semi-automatics, it’s any firearm that is capable to cause bodily harm and death. Period. No matter the make and model, if it shoots, it’s a gun point blank.

Today’s current gun laws don’t protect the innocent victims killed each year, because because gun owners refuse to secure their weapons and laws pertaining to criminals using firearms in the commission of their crimes are often stolen and retraced to a gun owner who’s reported a stolen gun – chances are a person is killed with the stolen gun of a law abiding citizen who failed to secure his or her own weapon, where it is not accessible or left out in plain site. 

The rules are simple in the action of Common Sense, not stupidity. The Constitution of the United States in the Second Amendment, says, ‘we have the right to bear arms.” A right that the Supreme Court has reaffirmed from time and time again. The Right to own and bear arms is a basic right, not a felony – but, in the eyes of Criminals and those with mental illness, the right should be reversed in the action of safety, they should never be allowed to see the face of a weapon if their convicted or mentally unstable.

Criminals are bonded by law of owning a firearm, if convicted of a crime, particularly – if the crime is a felony, such as armed robbery and other misdemeanor crimes. But, the law does not govern, those with a mental instability. But, the rules of safety and out of reach still applies by law of common sense, they say.

The past week, the National Rifle Association (NRA) suggested that there should be “Armed Security guards’ in every school in America. Many Police Departments around the country already have fledging “School Resource Officer Programs” in the works to fuel the safety of students and faculty – these police officers are already armed and adequately serving the purpose of Police Departments having armed officers in the nations public schools.

The Eugene Police Department has Police Officers serving in the area’s four major high schools and the officers beat also includes schools below the high school level as well.

If gun violence is to be stopped, state and federal laws needs to be changed to make it simple as possible, not a hardship for the gun owner to begin with. The thought of changing the law should be simple and in plain language rather than being debatable and confusing – Common Sense is the first perfection of the solution. The second idea is to require that new gun owners be at least 21 years old before they could be their first weapon, if they are under the ages of 18 they must require a standard safety class before having access to a firearm in the presence of an adult parent.

Third, the gun owner is required to have a secured gun safe in his or her home and bolted to the floor of their home to secure the movement of readily accessible firearms by children and parents are the only one’s by law to know the combination to the gun safe alone, unless the child is over the age of twenty-one.

Purely a simple piece of common sense goes a long way in preserving the rights to bear arms under the United States Constitution to the right to have and bear arms. It’s that simple as a grain of salt and not merely a complication as the law should simple and simple to be interpreted to be understood, by gun owners and law enforcement officers in state, local and federal law enforcement agencies alone.

But, the toughest part of the deal is matching the crime with the jailbird time and sentences of those with violent criminal histories and more, especially those with mental illness.

I’m not particularly against the ban on assault weapons, but, I’m all for changing the laws and the ways gun owners own their weapons and the security of those firearms, especially, if they have young children under the ages of 18 and 21 years of age. They need to take special care around family members that have a mental illness as well – the security of their weapons should be taken into serious consideration and et al.

The shooting of twenty-plus people in Newtown and the sole survivor in the Oregon’s Clackamas Mall Shooting, changed a lot of peoples minds about assault weapons and more, but, the security of those weapons were compromised and the lives of those innocently killed were taken at the hands of those who had access to an unsecured weapon. If simple protocol and procedure had been followed, the lives of these small children and adults in Newtown, would’ve lived to see their next Christmas, as those who lost their own lives in Oregon as well.

The debate of such weapons and the security of those weapons by current and future gun owners will be a debatable cause for years to come until a readily solution is found.

God has some new angels in heaven and the lives of those they left behind have been forever shattered because of one man and the accessible notation of his intentions to kill those who were innocent and had nothing to do with his mental illness.

This blog article is Copyrighted @ 2012 Jeff newton

Make a Christmas difference!


For generations, Christmas magic has been abound in the minds of those who truly believe in the magic of Christmas and the holiday spirit of Santa Claus. The magic of Christmas bring the hearts of the mighty and those who are willing to believe the magic of Christmas isn’t just about the birth of Jesus, but, the celebration of his life and accomplishments he left behind on earth, before rising to heaven.

The holidays bring, family and friends together to celebrate the centerpiece of Christmas – fabled or not, the true meaning rests on with those who truly believe in the magic of Christmas and the legacy, that has lasted for generations. Christmas is the celebration of Christ as some say, but, also the mass of his legacy as well.

The two bring the meaning of Christmas in the hearts of those who’ve experienced despair and life changes – but, for some, they’ve lost touch with the true spirits of life. Many of them have been living or walking the streets for years and have lost the joy of spending Christmas with family and friends they left behind.

I met a homeless man not to long ago, who’s been living on the streets for more than four years and left behind his family for reason’s known to him. One night, I was sitting at a restaurant not far from my house in the wee hours of the morning, watching his stagger into the restaurant asking for something warm to eat and drink. People had shown disregard toward him has he was stone cold in hungry and drunk. A few minutes later, he stepped outside and sat on the cold brick wall of the flower planter and decided to walk toward the parking lot, only to fall and hit himself in the head in the parking lot.

I was surprised see that no one had seen him fall. There’s a stark reminder that millions of people have been living the streets for so many days, months and years without seeing their family and friends, ultimately disappearing from their social circles of life.

Michael was his name, he was alone and the act of kindness of a stranger who decided to help him needlessly in the time of need, became his lifeline. That act of kindness become my duty, my intentions were to make sure he was safe and sound from his fall, but, his medical condition was uncertain, has he was alert and staggering and talkative as he possibly could.

It pegs me to see that Cities and Counties struggle to look and handle homeless populations differently, than, most cities who look to positive results to return them to society and getting their lives turned around being on the brings of failure and despair.

When it comes to the holidays, the struggles of life become a hardship, a scary alien of times to be exact – but, for those who feel the power of change, can feel the power of being part of society once again. The life of living on the streets and the idea of being homeless is a scare trot down the block – but, for some, they never return home in time for Christmas.

It’s only a penny of thought that the good can be done, while a right and a deed can go a long way in helping those in need with the magic of Christmas. Very few folks ever see the light of being kind, instead, they see the light of the darkness of those who tend to be greedy and mistuned to misfortune to those looking for change and a better life, than living on the streets.

Catapult, them all together and you bring the magic in their belief that there is someone out there that needs the kindness of an Angel. An angel that can spread its wings and show them that world isn’t about being in despair, but, being the life and goals, they’ve once dreamed of can be refocused to a memory of the past to a longing success.

This holiday season, give someone the gift of Christmas and the magic and faith in the spirit of love and kindness. Change a face or two and open up to the power of generosity and make a appalling difference in someone’s life this holiday season. I’m betting – your thinking “why not” and make a life worth changing and family feel welcomed to the spirit of Christmas.

After all – “it’s the magic of Christmas and the act of kindness, that’s changes a person’s life, more than you could ever imagine.”

This blog article is Copyrighted by Jeff Newton@2012

The good ole days: “A Wonderful Life”


Childhood memories make great Christmas stocking stuffers. Over the past few weeks, I’ve been slacking with a severe case of Hawaiian punch. “No, I’ve not been drinking a television commercial folks.” A recent childhood best friend revealed to me via email that, I’ve been slacking on the blog lately and “I’ve been deadbeat slow,” as he said, from Maui, Hawaii, where he now lives with his girlfriend Naomi.

The two recently, moved to Maui during and settled for some prime sand off the coast of Maui. But, all this slacking has given me, a 360 degree dose of Writer’s and blogger’s block these past few weeks – even though, I’ve been trying to work on a Christmas theme type blog piece – but, getting the right inspiring thought and topic, hadn’t been the greatest use of my writing and blogging time – most of it, still has to do with the recent death of my dog back in October.

Now, about that childhood memory – Even, Garrett is watching my blog closely from Maui, just to make sure, I’m blogging and writing, not slacking like an idiot! “Slimy beach bastard..!” “No, pun dude, just a laugh jerker from the Northwest, it ain’t easy when you run out of topics to write about, blogging-wise.”

One of the childhood memories, Garret brought up during a recent email exchange between the two of us from his home in Hawaii was, the way we used to play to play together as kids, in the likes of being “Firemen!” It was during the early 1970’s, when a popular television show was shown weekly, on NBC called “Emergency!” The series changed the lives of children watching an action drama series about two fictional Los Angeles County Fire Department Paramedics, “John Gage and Roy Desoto” and their friends of the fictional L.A. County Fire Station 51 in Carson City, Ca., just outside of Los Angeles.

Garrett, Myself and a few other neighborhood boys used to play Firemen, all the time and used my parents green sofa as the basis of a “hook and ladder truck,” at the time. I started to shed some tears, as I read his email and reflected a flashback of the time, which suddenly came alive as I continued to read his email. I had forgotten about the memory of us playing firemen together and several of our friends in the early 1970’s. “How, in the hell, a blogger and writer like Me, would forgot such a childhood memory in the course of my adult lifetime,” I asked myself while reading his email?

The silent voices from my head tell me – “Newton, you’re a friggin’ slacker of memory chips!” Go figures, I’m thinking, I must be a slacker idiot to begin with! Sheesh, thanks Jaros for mentioning it, by the way – “Your right, I have been slacking lately.”

But, the one thing for sure, the the drama series led to my career in being a volunteer firefighter and for more years, than, I can swing an axe with in my adult life today. In fact there’s a little history behind the “Station 51” on the show of “Emergency!” as it aired on NBC in the 1970’s. Something, that Garrett would be amazed about as he reads this blog post! “You didn’t think, I’d go that far did you dude?” “Figured that..!”

At the time, the Los Angeles County Fire Department didn’t have a “Station 51” at the time series was on the air, however, L.A. County Fire Station 127 was the “stand-in” at the time of the show. Decades, later, the very same fire station, which now operates as L.A.Co. Fire Dept., Station 127 and finally, the Fire Dept., built a real “Station 51” near Universal Studios with Engine 51, Squad 51 and Cart 51 at the Universal Lot and is a functional operating Fire Station of the L.A. Co. Fire Department – the tourist trams of the studio goes right by the fire station, I’m told and what I’ve heard and read about the history of behind Station 127 and Station 51.

The original apparatus’s used in the show have been retired from service and can be seen at the Los County Fire Department Museum in Los Angeles.

The memory of two Oregon boys, who became best friends for life with memories abound, hasn’t faded with one of them and the other still looses the charm of memory and slacking in his adult life of a memory childhood, nearly drained from the fuel tanks of life, has once again fueled his debate between choices of life.

I haven’t heard such stories of my childhood for years and decades to that have gone by without notice and fanfare. This particular memory, made me swell a few tears or gotten me into a little emotional little state of memory nearly lost in the memories of my childhood to adult life. It’s the reality of life, when your childhood was once a cherished memory – later in life in your adult lie it becomes a cherished memory the million dollar smile, that had been nearly forgotten.

It was 1970’s, when three young neighborhood boys became my best friends for life, Steven, David, Garret and I couldn’t have had a better childhood, than most of us would’ve imagined. Even though, we’ve gone separate ways in our adult lives and I still see Steve and David, occasionally via social media and in person.

Its one of those things in life that you utterly forget from time to time, until a close friend brings you the surprising gift of memory and later, you get it confirmed by your own mother. “An incredible journey of memory.” Some specific things, I utterly can remember, other’s have faded into the achieves of life.

Perhaps, this is what Christmas is all about? The castaway of life? The ultimate gift of life and memory? As George Bailey’s Guardian Angel, “Clarence” wrote in George’s Bible, in the movie, “It’s a Wonderful Life,” “Remember, no man is a failure that has friends.” Clarence could be right all along in today’s reality of life. I couldn’t have agreed with Clarence on that statement, he made to George Bailey in his bible left atop a basket of money. Even, though, I would bet the dollar of bets, my own guardian angel would literally say the same thing, as if he or her were watching over my shoulder, while writing this blog post.

In fact, “it is a Wonderful Life,” as I come to think of it – “life can be the greatest test of all mankind,” even though, I’m still learning new things about my childhood, that has begotten me in my adult life. It’s all good and a great laugh track with a good friend on the islands.

Thanks for the buttercup of memory, dude, you just made the smiles of my Christmas in the memories of our childhood together – how inspiring can that be to one’s life as we grow older as Writers.

This blog article is Copyrighted by Jeff Newton@2012