I have always been a frustrated musican. Whereas I once thought I might play professionally much to my chagrin I never invested the time to acquire those requisite skills to play.

I have spent the bulk of my time acquiring music at a keyboard. I don't really play, but "play at" the thing and have been told repeatedly that I could fool others who would think I have an ability to play.

I remember the violin mostly from my childhood. The school concerts typically featured a violin orchestra of sorts with the Plink Plank Plunk and other selections of favor in the times ...

A violin is a bowed stringed musical instrument which arose from the Renaissance as the result of the evolution of other bowed instruments like the medieval fiddle and other period instruments.

Today is National Violin Day which is observed each December 13 in an effort to mark the cultural impact of this very popular instrument.

So even if you don't play in the likes of Yehudi Menuhin, Viktoria Mullova, Itzhak Perlman, or Isaac Stern it is a noteworthy instrument to engage or simply enjoy.

Happy National Violin Day.
 

I have plenty of unmentionable thoughts. In fact on of the most common themes in my life time has been TMI ... too much information. So it goes without saying that I for one am a likely character to share things ranging from "unmentionable" through "too risque" through "too nasty" and not give it a second thought.

The Festival of Unmentionable Thoughts is observed annually each December 12.

My vivid imagination is living proof that that which should not be introduced in polite company sometimes is. I am also one who holds that a few unmentionable thoughts are unlikely to bring you any harm. You might anger a few, cause others to shy away from you, or otherwise but violence is likely not to transpire.

That knowledge, as well as those concepts and theories floating around in my noggin remain protected by the Bill of Rights and it's Freedom of Speech.
 

While the left would deprive you of your rights my state remains a constitutional environment so as such I would have you cart yourself away from me should you tell me that I engage in hate speech or any other of the many woke idiocies floating around the left.

Mind your business snapperhead or I'll make you some of my business. You wouldn't like that.

God bless America and go to Hell libtards.
 

I've always been intrigued by the story of the Pilgrms landing at Plymouth Rock and the first Thanksgiving in America. I read the stories throughout my primary education and in the elementary schools I became somewhat of an early American scholar with my love of the topics concerning the early settlements in Massachusetts, and Jamestown as well as Williamsburg, Virginia.

I had a few opportunities to visit my navy buddy, the late Jerry Landry from Barnstable, Massachusetts during my stint at Knight Ridder working the Atex system way back when.

During those visits he would show me the sights, which included Plymouth Rock, that site of the landing of the Mayflower carrying the new world Pilgrims in 1620.

He had warned me that there was not a lot to see. It was a fairly large rock in a brick display area with a very short retaining wall surrounding it.

It looks like all the pictures I've seen subsequently.

I was taken with the history of it all and did not feel the site was under or over stated. I only wish I could return there with Jerry, but alas this will never happen as I had hoped earlier.
 

See Also:

Forefathers Day 2020
Forefather's Day 2019
Forefathers Day
 

In the beginning I was a blue collar man. After years my life became null and void and I failed to see any purpose in my existence. For I pursued a career avenue for which I had insufficient will and drive. So I abandoned this existence for something I already knew ... computer hardware, software, and media. I immersed myself in troubleshooting, repair, and programming in several languages.

What started as mostly a hobby became my career all of a sudden. The beauty of it all was the training I received from world class practitioners which I soaked up like a sponge. The right employment can always improve your skillset. Early on I branched out into teaching college — not because I enjoyed it, but for the $5,000 post tax take on it all.

Life was okay up to a point when I became unable to pursue those avenues I chose and became thrust into the very inferior microsoft technologies because everyone for whom I worked was stupid just like them.

So I retired.

Today is National Blue Collar Day. It is observed annually on December the 8th in an effort to recognize blue collar workers everywhere. Though the bulk of my career was not physical labor I did indeed work with my hands and engaged by brain via a keyboard.

Though white collar was my existence I always remained a blue collar man.

Happy National Blue Collar Day and don't let the stupid bastards hold you down.