John Phillip Baca
I tease John P. Baca
I call him Baca a pot flopper
A GI's steel-hat-hemet is called a pot
John Phillip Baca flopped on a steel pot
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John P. Baca sends our family outdated pies
He knows a 'Apple Valley' Pie Baker in Julian, CA
The Post-Office clerks shake the pies into crumbs
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John Baca's apolitical. He usually call to say`hi' on Feb. 10
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His seasonal card had a scripture that has mean meaningful
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Philipians 4:8
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Finally, brothers, whatever is true,
whatever is noble,
whatever is right,
whatever is pure,
whatever is lovely,
whatever is admirable
if anything is excellent
or praiseworthy
think about such things
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In lieu of the bards sonnet 60
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I was reading Richard 1.3. 323-324, 332-336
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The secret mischiefs that I set abroach
I lay unto the grievous charge of other.
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But then I sigh, and with a piece of scripture
Tell them that God bids us to do good for evil;
And thus I clothe my naked villainy
With odd old ends, stol'n of Holy Writ,
And seem a saint when most I play the devil.
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John P. Baca flopped his steel pot on a grenade.
Nixon awarded him a Valor award medal.
He has been a friend and visits the farm.
He is known to flirt with Michele S..
Michele was a long-time farm partner.
P.S.
He says he loves Michelle Obama.
He was seen with Barack and Michelle.
I wanted to reflect publicly.
This is apolitical.
Tomorrow - February 10th.
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Joan Walsh
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scanner? A human heart carries sad memories.
Joy and sad . . .
Baca is a good friend. I guess we're blood brothers?
I recall he had 5- `gin DUI's in the early seventies.
He's one who drops-out of society and then returns.
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My Father would pay for his plane ticket to visit.
I was wondering 'off the planet' and sober -fugue.
Fugue - as in numb. I traveled. I rarely called home.
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He was sorta 'adopted' (not actually) by my parents.
We were wounded together. It's a complicated saga.
Baca drank. 60% of the First Air Cav were decimated.
Two GI's - one PFC killed his self post war. J. Martin,
and a LT - West Pointer - 2- who put us on a chopper-
shot their skulls open wide-open. I'm not dramatizing.
This comment flows from a `sad experience. Sad/Joy.
Hearts carry grief/Pain. What else can any of us do?
Sad?
I paused . . .
You help
I unburden
No human being can carry these memories that are sad without sharing them.
Baca quit gin,
beer, and he's
sobered up.
He's have seizures and drive 5- miles per hour on San Diego's interstates.
His Mom died shortly after the war. His father was a drinker who he never knew.
His Dad showed up for the Nixon Medal of Honor Event. I was there with my family.
I was in `fugue.
Sad and numb.
I've photos.
I remember the after the White House bestowal of the medal for valor a meal.
The Military Escort Team treated us to a free meal at a French restaurant.
Henry Kissinger was not with 'our' Group. He was probably sad to be there too?
I mean this:
Kissinger was pointed-out to me etc., by my Grandmother. Carolyn D. hated war.
I cn still remember the meal, two bottles of wine being served with a starched towel.
It was fancy.
I was sad.
Ay, so sad.
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Kissinger never came over to the table. He was with a miss Ford. She was tall.
I recall sad!
My disgust!
I remember.
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I believe at that moment was when I began to wander-off the Planet - so-to-Speak.
My eyes filled.
Folks would ask:
terrible questions.
I lost my speech.
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If someone talked about Vietnam . . .
I'd open my mouth . . . Just tears . . .
Scanner. You helped me unburden.
I really think I will take a walk today.
I'll wander along the Potomac River.
I'll walk the . . . slow Life meditation.
We were both drafted. We walked.
I was seven months in-country.
I can still see John B's guts.
Medics were as `gods.
Pause
Honest
Thanks
Ay, ah!
I mean:
You
helped
my sore
heart`
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I was drafted. My draft records were in:
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Catonville, Maryland. Recall the protest?
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Phillip and Daniel Berrigan? They protest.
My draft record got chicken blood on them.
I was born Catholic. We were nominal tho.
My family opposed the Vietnam slaughter.
I almost went to Canada. CO (conscience).
I worried I'd never be able to return home.
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The draft was the law. I was blind and naive.
I did not want to believe my government lied.
I reasoned (wrong) I'd get the war behind me.
I was wounded with John P. on `Feb 10th 1970.
We both could hardly believe what we witnessed.
Both my lower legs were hit by a hat-pot and metal.
One artery was severed. I almost bled to death too.
I went into shock. My left calf still gives me a ache.
It's a gnaw feeling-ache. I compare to a tooth ache.
I spent two-months recently in DC's VAMC. Sigh.
I don't understand the "centering question. Sigh.
I always ask for assistance when I 'cut & paste'`
I just `popped-this' off last eve. I was sad.
I was gonna quit posting and commenting.
It's like I mentioned to my son last evening:
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There's a time to shake the dust off and quit.
Its too long a story. Thanks for asking. Sigh.
John Baca is a odd-good, and peculiar` Soul.
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Later
He lives in California. He's been here to visit.
My children appreciate John Baca and love pie.
When he send pies that are shaken into crumbs?
We laugh and eat with ice cream. He's a wonder.
He was 'given-up' for dead. Grenades are lethal.
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Next?
You blog on ducks?
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Blog on goose, Pekin,
a Chinese breed duck?
They slaughter under two-months of age. I never heard of a Pompous Peacock cooked.
Next? Politicos eat Donald?
He's a popular world Duck.
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Donald is too irascible to cook.
Mesopotamia folk cook ducks.
I guess we are in India we cook.
If we eaters get hungry we eat rats.
There's a new book about the poor.
I forget the new released book title.
Maybe we can import Mongolia rat.
Ducks from Manchuria make us fat.
The back Porch?
The mountain?
It obscures view.
I sometimes go to:
a 42- Acre Lake site.
It's just a few miles away. It's n the other-side of the 'mountain' and the Canadian geese land.
I have my Pa's binoculars.
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Moon in a barrel:
you never know just when
the bottom will fall out
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by `
MABUTSU
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You're welcome. If your ever bar-hopping? Stop over? Saturday is the `
Pot-Luck Eve.
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You can hop here.
No sip too much hops.
Hops in brew- You nap.
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I'll share raw goat milk.
I'll show You around too.
Mennonites love Woman.
We'll burp thee`hiccups.
It's better than hop`beer.
You'd be safe, so welcome.
Tell me your `her-Story.
Males have a `his-Story.
Tell Ya's personal-Story.
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We'd sure be behaved.
Sunday's we jest`rest.
We hicks do`hiccups.
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I read you to see your:
Transparency @ O.S..
If you wish to view a`
Sunrise Ya sleep on a`
sofa cushion? It's safe`
and you can find coins`
Ay, we buy P.U.'s fuel.
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We'll View Sunset at a`
42- Acre Lake? O, Dawn`
No sip`Fanta' orange soda.
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I read a Pope drink that crap.
Bring soft Woolen pajamas.
Woolen. Wear Alpaca nighty.
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Aphrodite wore shear nighty.
If you do come - No blog tho.
We'll jest burp - It's hick skill.
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I know your not faction, nor`
fallen - as in bat-blind-puffy`
as `hubris-full-authoritarian`
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Your Post cause me to grin. . .`
Your never `Pompous -blind `
nor dangerous, nasty, puffy a`
proud arrogant authoritarian.
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P.S.
Veterans lack Valentine skills.
Veterinarians wear holy briefs.
huh?
I don't own smelly 'brief' undies.
huh?
You can bitch about stinky britches.
Sunday's we boondocks folks bitch?
huh?
tease . . .
If you wash soup bowls? I'll cook soup.
If you find coins in sofa? Buy cheese?
Folk like You diminish the `anguish.
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If you bring a body guard? Who it be?
Scanner? No bring any editor with Ya!
Bring Alpaca pajamas. Be comfortable.
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Tonight and today is busy Pot-Luck.
We eat pizza pie, but no duck-soups.
I'm happy to read your nice comment.
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Some lawyers delete if you comment.
Never share on lawyer blogs 2- times.
I get confused. They wear pink-panty?
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If you ever visit - Please grant me insight?
I never spit-shine - loafer-shoes - or cuss.
I swear . . . I'd surely banter more on/on.
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I confess . . . I sipped a 'Fat Tire' hop-beer.
The local saloon sells Ft. Collins hop-beer.
My youngest son convinced me to sip-two.
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If I sip two?
I nap `gins.
It's good.
Ay, '1' beer.
No drink 3.
Ya get silly.
No tell pope.
Pope burp a`
7-Up `orange`
No gulp a`coke`
Sip raw goat milk`
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Gaud . . .
It's windy.
Snow blow.
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No be cranky.
No act haughty.
Ay, jabberwocky.
`
tease
no worry
be yourself
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I simply ...
love you, Art ...
this time ...
is one of those ...
I can not lift your sad ...
but I can be ...
beside you ...
and listen ...
as long as it takes for ...
words ...
to find their way ...
all their way ...
I can not lift your sad ...
but I can and do ...
honour ...
your ...
sad ...
here ...
where tears ...
may flow ...
in a silence ...
honouring ...
where you ...
and they ...
are not ...
alone ...
all the world ... should read ... and be ...
with all ... the words ... Art ... shares ...
here ...
Why do I know ...
that Vinny ... and all of us ...
would ...
agree ...
I had a awful time earlier.
Maybe Kerry Laurman phat.
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Is it on Valentines Day we fast?
Is it Lent yet? Kerry L. not right.
He no have ears and no read it?
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If I get a 1st EP I get a heart attack?
Maybe Kerry need a pediatrician?
He may believe he's Harpo Marx?
on Valentine's Day that ...
we love ...
and ...
who could not ...
if they read ...
love ...
you ...
here ...
thinking of Vinny ...
and very soft places ...
where you ...
and all who are loved ...
are held ...
most dear ...
of love ...
is ...
here ....
I think lorianne and you a`
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anna1liese`
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are my EP.
You a EP heart.
I just read`
Grace . . .
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The "square"
pops-up`gin
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What a game.
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Kerry get EP?
He no get EP.
He remind me`
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old algebra professor
searching through NYC
for a blackboard to erase
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He's really not on the up and up.
Where are my 4- avatar comments.
There were many @ Salon comments.
I clearly understood ...
what happened to you ...
and your words ...
on Salon ...
for if I understood ...
I ... at least ...
could speak ...
for you ...
at very least ...
I speak here ...
and I wish ...
that all the world ...
... Vinny nods ...
here ...
with me ...
that all the world ...
were here ...
for ...
of all the words ...
I've seen here ...
including words of mine ...
no words ...
matter more ...
than your words here ...
than you ...
I think ...
grandfather to ...
your lovely one ...
may she know ...
all your love ...
all the love ...
you ...
share ...
here ...
thinking of you ...
and sending all ...
the love ...
I ...
have ...
all the love, Art ...
that all ...
the world ...
would send ...
as well ...
and all your words ...
are such ...
gifts ...
to ...
all ...
of us ...
please ...
I hope ...
you know ...
there
to be
one pill
high onda
last hill
harmlesssideeffects
sideswipedsidestepped
sidewinderasideinside
nextsideoutside
asideseaside
pill would not be oily
pill would not kill
hill not slippery
millwo0d be
the
CUREcureCURE
better
tomorrows
the sky
the sunlight
Are `
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You Kerry's Valentine Day Pal?
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Huh . .
You seem nice. You not grouchy.
I wonder why some folk are silly.
Maybe Kerry needs a jug of brew.
I hope he grant You a man`a cure.
You deserve a free Hair Dew Style.
Go asap to @ Salon's Beauty Studio.
You get a free belly-button pierced.
You and Con C. 'ought' to be nicer.
Open up `Open Salon Beauty Parlor
Are `
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You Kerry's Valentine Day Pal?
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Huh . .
You seem nice. You not grouchy.
I wonder why some folk are silly.
Maybe Kerry needs a jug of brew.
I hope he grant You a man`a cure.
You deserve a free Hair Dew Style.
Go asap to @ Salon's Beauty Studio.
You get a free belly-button pierced.
You and Con C. 'ought' to be nicer.
Open up `Open Salon Beauty Parlor.
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Why shouldn't things be largely absurd,
futile,
and transitory?
They are so,
and we are so,
and they and we
go very well together.
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Later . . .
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Thank You readers.
“The secret mischiefs that I set abroach
I lay unto the grievous charge of other.”
I have been an inveterate mischief maker since DAY ONE.
But…
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“ then I sigh, and with a piece of scripture
Tell them that God bids us to do good for evil”
Yep.
“And thus I clothe my naked villainy
With odd old ends, stol'n of Holy Writ,
And seem a saint when most I play the devil.”
That is the odd thing. To seem a saint. But a saint is merely a guy or girl who’s been through that Dark Night of the Soul, and wakes to fresh morning of Free Movement..of limbs, limbic system, and neocortex..
Saints give you “Presence”. That is their present to you.
Saints are chased across the countryside, people hoping to enchain them for personal satisfaction.
Saints are slippery. Especially when they got internet.
No saint worth his salt will ever be caught or caged.
………………
Anywayz…………I see u=quite the photographer now. Maybe a book in the works? Or at least a scrapbook that will get old and crumble someday . That is when a scrapbook ripens. As you say,
‘outdated pies’…sent to the future..hm.
I give you my gizmo gadget and you write it?
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I can't organize my thoughts. You do it for me?
Write it before You or I croak. You get 1/2 fee.
I need my 2 X's $45.00 = $90. You ask Kerry?
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Ay, $90.00 is what I lost @ Salon with 4-avatars.
You can pay your overdue library fee-fines, okay?
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Deal?
`
I reread mu lost Salon comments that I saves and O,
I feel that
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Pain`
`
a`gin`
`
Deal?`
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I was having fun today in PA..
I heard a daughter of a survivor:
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She resisted her grandfather's wish.
She ask me this a difficult question.
`
"Why did he wish to be cremated post-
death?"
`
I responded:
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"I don't know?"
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He was Jewish.
He knew of camps.
He knew Auschwitz.
Cremation enraged.
I can't answer that.
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I hope I conk in woods.
I wish to be in the mountain-
laurel, and in a rock pile.
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I hope bugs gnaw on me.
If I get a stone it be hidden.
I wish for a hidden grave.
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Ig I feel I'll conk-out . . .
I'll tae a beer and wonder
off into the mountain laurel
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smile . . .
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That the kid with the colander on his head never has to wear a pot like Grandpa.
Thanks for telling more about what happened.
I knew you had 2 bellybuttons, but not about your legs.
When you put a helmet on a grenade, then what ?
I don't mean to pry, Art, or raise bad memories ~ just can't help wondering what held that helmet down.
Crazy Aussies with cloth hats ~ no use at all in situations like that.
Getting ready to go to work with all the sick kids today.. thinking of your stories here Art.
Then - We no search cushions.
We can but a six-pack of beer.
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Eaton. PA has a high ALC beer.
I have a stuck comment that no go.
Maybe if Kerry take a catnap it go.
I'll save and resend later. sad/sigh.
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This may not go either. He so nasty.
Where's 4- Salon letter/comments.
Maybe I'll call Bill & Melinda Gates.
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Kerry may not get to see St. Pete.
He'll be told he needs more `gin.
He'll have to be more nice and kind.
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Sometimes if I shut gizmo off 'it' goes.
A comment/letter problem is wearisome.
I've sensed Kerry Lauerman's self-loathe.
He use to delete me from Garrison Keilor
etc.,
and even cartoonist Way Lay. O, a wastrel.
I came to Open Salon from first-page`Salon.
I always had trouble since # one-day `Here.
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My first post was blogger `
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Arthur James. Kerry is?
He's not a quiet`Quaker.
He acts like a CA` Loon.
P.S.
I stood on my porch . . .
I came back to be nice
spy cams everywhere. not the bad kind, looking for transgressors
of the Law...no, these cams built by good men/wimmin who sit
and watch what eventuates...artjames comments popping up
everywhere, all catalogued, printed out, put in
a glass case in the Museum of the Mind.
wild days , eh?
dear dear art james.
I hope he called on February 10.
Earlier I could not comment.
I just popped-off my irritation.
Kerry Lauerman hides under bed?
He's not schizophrenic naming toes?
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schizophrenic man
giving a first and last name
to each of his toes
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Later . . .
I hope so.
No stub toe.