Sunday's bbq extravaganza, I was talking to Julian last night and realized that there was that one perfect moment where, I swear to you, God smiled on us and EVERYTHING was perfect. There was one instance where everyone that was there was in the pool, save for maybe one or two people, but they were just as involved with the festivities going on, enjoying it all with us.. And we were all playing, goofing about, laughing, as Jim Morrisson would say, like soft mad children. There wasn't a hint of drama or debauchery or indecency or anything even remotely negative in that one moment. The music that was on was wonderful. The buzzes that people had were fueled by alcohol, yes, but even moreso, by eachother and this joy that was just... Pure.
And that's probably the best word I can use to describe that one perfect moment: Purity. Innocence. Just children... Playing.
Even now, in reflection, I can honestly say that the thought makes me tear up a little, because we don't get a lot of those instances in our adult lives. At least, I don't. I don't think I have had that much fun in years as I did in those precious fleeting moments on Sunday. It was probably the most beautiful feeling I've had in quite some time, and I feel incredibly blessed that I was lucky enough to be a part of it.
Beloved husband, father, brother, grandfather, uncle, cousin, godfather, and friend to innumerable humans and dogs, Chuck was an accomplished programmer, mechanic, lector, cribbage player, rancher, shaker, solemnizer, and a semi-successful fisherman and dancer. Chuck was born in Terre Haute, Indiana, and happily resided in Morgan Hill, California for 32 years. He died as he lived, doing what he loved best - riding his motorcycle, a life-long passion. He will be missed. Viewing from 3:52 to 8:01 P.M. on Sunday, May 11 at Johnson Funeral Home 17720 Monterey Ave., Morgan Hill, with a Vigil at 7:00 P.M. Funeral Mass will be celebrated at 11:00 A.M. on Monday, May 12 at St. Catherine's Church, 17400 Peak Ave., Morgan Hill. Reception to follow at the house. In lieu of flowers, Chuck's family requests that you consider donating a pint of blood to your local blood bank, his life-long commitment.
CJ Kantmann, was the father of the family I grew up next to and together with his kids, Chris, Amie, Carrie, and Hillary, in my hometown of Morgan Hill. He was a second father to me, till my move to LA. I'll be leaving Sat to attend a 2 day funeral on Sun and Mon. This is the news report of the accident. I'm very disturbed, and having a hard time taking much more....
Motorcycle Accident in Reeves County Kills California Man
Staff Report
NewsWest 9
REEVES COUNTY - A motorcycle accident on I-20 in Reeves County proves fatal for a California man.
Troopers say the crash happened Sunday morning at nine about two miles west of Pecos.
64-year-old Charles Kantmann of Morgan Hill, California, was pulling a trailer behind his motorcycle, and had a blowout.
Both the bike and trailer veered off the Interstate.
Kantmann wasn't wearing a helmet, and was thrown off the bike.
Bedroom to rent in open-minded 3 br+2bath house with pool, couple ok
• Bedroom to rent in open-minded 3br+2bath house with pool, couple ok. June 1st.North Hollywood near Burbank (Victory & Cahuenga). Close to freeways: 134, 170, 101, 5; the Redline Subway, and the major studios. Restaurants and shopping conveniently located in Burbank Media Centre, Empire Mall and NoHo Arts District. • A wonderful retreat from the city, but 15 mins from Hollywood.• I'm a professional artist and live a social lifestyle. Looking for a friendly, responsible roommate(s). Male or female, gay or straight, but open artistic minded. I often work from my home, so I'd prefer that you have a job outside the house. I'm looking a roommate who can respect that this is a home, which we share and maintain, and are mindful of overnight guests and parties. I'm hoping this to be a pleasant environment for anyone who lives here. .Room is mid-sized with plenty of light, and a/c unit. It may be painted and decored to your liking. Hardwood floors. Can easily fit queen bed, and dressers. • Rent is $750 for single, $1000 for couple, plus 1/3-1/4 of gas, DWP (electric, water, trash), $500 deposit, maybe paid over time.. Wireless Cable internet /basic cable TV included. 2 full bathrooms• Laundry room, w/washer and dryer • Pool and Patio . In home theater room. Great for dinner movie nights• BBQ areas/with covered awning. • Wood burning fireplace • Hardwood floors • Large fenced backyard, for small to medium pet (no large dogs)• Great quiet neighborhood with lots of street parking • Animal friendly house
Take a scene in showing playing cards in quick succession and the person shown has to say what suit they are, but have the spades be red, and hearts be black. Few people would pass.... Experience has conditioned us into thinking that all hearts are red and all spades are black because their shapes are similar. It's easier for your mind to interpret them based on that past experience instead of being open to the idea they could be different. We see what we expect to see, not necessarily what's really there. Children who have never played cards always pass this test. Makes you wonder how many other things are right in front of you - sights, sounds, smells that you can't experience because you've been conditioned not to. The good news is, if the test is done again, we pass. Once you're aware that there can be black hearts and red spades you'll be able to perceive them. Our brain's wiring is like the interstate highway system. It's easier to go from one well-traveled place to another. But the places in between, off the highway, even though they're there, most people zip right past them.
He was an historian. About a hundred years ago he came up with a theory about the frontier. He said the frontier was a safety valve for civilization, a place for people to go to keep from going mad. So, whenever there were people who couldn't fit in with the way things were, nuts, and malcontents, and extremists, they'd pack up and head for the frontier. That's how America got started - all the crackpots and troublemakers in Europe packed up and went to a frontier which became the Thirteen Colonies. When some people couldn't fit in with that, they moved farther west, which is why all the nuts eventually ended up in California. Turner died in 1932, so he wasn't around long enough to see what happened to the world when we ran out of frontier. Some people say we have the frontier of the mind, and they go off and explore the wonderful world of alcohol and drugs, but that's no frontier. It's just another way for us to fool ourselves. And we've created this phony frontier with computers, which allows people to think they've escaped. A frontier with access fees?
She was found dead in a Best Western Motel April 2nd. She was the girlfriend of my good friend, DJ Thad for 3 years. Which she soon won my heart as well
She was the sweetest person, that I spent too little time with, and many a party, many a cry, and many night long, deep hearted talks.
She will be missed be me, as well as so many others that she made laugh with her lovable personality.
Standing here The old man said to me Long before these crowded streets Here stood my dreaming tree Below it he would sit For hours at a time Now progress takes away What forever took to find And now he’s falling hard He feels the falling dark How he longs to be Beneath his dreaming tree Conquered fear to climb A moment froze in time When the girl who first he kissed Promised him she’d be his Remembered mother’s words There beneath the tree No matter what the world You’ll always be my baby Mommy come quick The dreaming tree has died The air is growing thick A fear he cannot hide The dreaming tree has died
Have you no pity This thing I do I do not deny it All through this smile As crooked as danger I do not deny I know in my mind I would leave you now If I had the strength to I would leave you up To your own devices Will you not talk Can you take pity I don’t ask much But won’t you speak Please
From the start She knew she had it made Easy up until then For sure she’d make the grade Adorers came in hordes To lay down in her wake She gave it all she had But treasures slowly fade Now she’s falling hard She feels the fall of dark How did this fall apart She drinks to fill it up A smile of sweetest flowers Wilted so and soured Black tears stain the cheeks That once were so admired She thinks when she was small There on her father’s knee How he had promised her You’ll always be my baby Daddy come quick The dreaming tree has died I can’t find my way home There is no place to hide The dreaming tree has died
If I had the strength to I would leave you up To your own devices Will you not talk Can you take pity I don’t ask much But won’t you speak Please Take me back Save me please
Well so here we stand But we stand for nothing My heart calls to me in my sleep Now can I turn to it Cause I’m all locked up in this Dark place -- and I do not know I’m as good as dead My head aches -- warped and tied up I need to kill this pain
My head won’t leave my head alone And I don’t believe it will Until I’m dead and gone My head won’t leave my head alone And I don’t believe it will Until I’m six feet underground
How long I’m tied up My mind in knots -- My stomach reels In concern for what I might do or What I’ve done It’s got me living in fear Well I know these voices must Be my soul I’ve had enough Of being alone I’ve got no place to go
"In my grave Lying wired shut and quiet in my grave
Leave me here Leave it to me to waste here"
So young here I am again Talking to myself A T.V. blares How I wish I didn’t smoke Or drink to reason with my head But sometimes this thick confusion Grows until I cannot bare it all Needle to the vein Take this needle from my vein my friend
Reason -- my reason Take my head off this terror I’m fearing I’ll come back I’ll see My mind’s all wiped clean The Needle Make my great escape I’ll see the cold in time My head leaves me behind Let me fade away
I seem caught in time My head leaves me behind Body falls cold And I see Heaven
Beloved husband, father, brother, grandfather, uncle, cousin, godfather, and friend to innumerable humans and dogs, Chuck was an accomplished programmer, mechanic, lector, cribbage player, rancher, shaker, solemnizer, and a semi-successful fisherman and dancer.
