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May
27

What Memorial Day Means to Me

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What Memorial Day means to me

My grandfather, Charles Ross Jines entered life eternal at 9:40 PM, Fathers Day, June 19, 2005. He was born to Charles Sr. and Lillian Jines on January 21, 1916.

10390571_10202039818379419_336723116049659157_nDuring the Great Depression, Charles was forced to leave formal education to work in the Chicago stock yards to help support his family. Charles served in the Illinois National Guard for many years as a means of providing horseback riding and summer vacation, during his two week camp duty at Camp McCoy, Wisconsin.

The Guard was still using horse drawn caissons up to that time. During WWII Charles was assigned to the 289th Field Artillery observation unit. During his service he received two Overseas Service Bars, an Asiatic Pacific Theater Ribbon, two Bronze Battle Stars, one Philippine Liberation Ribbon with one Bronze star, a Good conduct Medal, and a World War II Victory Medal. He and his unit were commended on June 2, 1945 for “fine performance in capturing Santa Fe and Imugan and opening the Ville Verde trail for its entire length.”

Charles was a true patriot of this nation who put his life on the line to defend his country. Charles received his honorable discharge January 29, 1946 at Camp Grant IL. Charles retired from the Guard after more than 25 years of service in 1978.

Charles was blessed with five children, fifteen grandchildren and four great grandchildren. My grandfather never even graduated high school, and yet was a highly intellectual man. A stack of books could always be found on the table next to his chair.

He loved horses, boating and after retirement took up golf. Most of all, he was a family man, devoted husband, loving father, grandfather and great-grandfather. His family mourns his loss but celebrates his life, which was a blessing to us all.

To my grandfather, all those who have served, and all the brave men and women serving now in the defense of this great country; thank you and God bless.

To all the Jines family members who have fought and died fighting in every American war, including the Revolutionary War - This song, is personal. Levon sings this song with conviction because it's part of his culture, and you just can't fake that.

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May
26

An Awesome Day…

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What an awesome day. I took Bertha down to Corona where I worked my ass off taking the old house apart. A good friend stopped to help, and we had a few good laughs about how fucked up the world is today. My wife brought the truck when she got off work, and we packed it full of good usable lumber for our cabin. We stopped at a restaurant and pigged out on some good food. I have to ride my scooter through about three miles of desert trail to get to my cabin, and tonight was really dark, due to the moon being gone. As I was riding down the trail, a pale-white horse appeared out of the darkness. It galloped along in front of me for a good half mile before disappearing back into the darkness. It was magical - just me, my scooter, and the pale-white horse running through the desert darkness.

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May
03

Good morning #NewMexico!

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In the coolness of the desert morning my love she calls to me, awake! awake! awake! my love, for the day is ours to see!

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4:05 AM... The desert is glowing bright as day in response to Moonlight's loving gaze, as the dry grasses rattle in rhythmic rhyme, dancing in a sort of wild celebration of the early morning air.

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Jan
12

The Moon Is So Bright… 3:33 AM

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The moon is so bright this morning, I could pound nails in the dark without striking a finger. I just fired-up the old wood stove to help dispel the chill from the early morning desert air. It's an old coal potbelly stove, the kind they used to use on train cars and railway stations all across America. Who knows where this old stove may have been? Could have gone all the way to New York City back in 1943, where a tenderhearted train master welcomed in an old hobo to share in a warm nip of rum on a cold winter's night. Who knows where this old stove may have been?

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Sep
07

A gentle rain…

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A gentle rain patters across the matted grass, as the black of night's darkness gives way to the Dawning of the day.
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5:22 am... I leave now the place of my birth, the home of my youth, and throw myself into the open arms of the World...

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4:08 am... Morning air so crisp and pure, unspoiled by the harshness of the day, still moist and alive with life, outside the grip of Sun's blazing rays. I closed my eyes just for a moment, just long enough for me to see myself running through open fields of golden grass within my mind. As I opened my eyes, there it was: dawn, and morning air - still crisp and pure, unspoiled by the harshness of the day.

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