Sunday selfies..

 

Have a super Sunday!

Noodle and crew

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balance...

                             
                                      ( baby Noodle archives)

                    Life can be a balancing act...embrace the uncertainty.

Have a wonderful Wednesday!

Noodle and crew

real news...

"Good night and good luck". Edward R. Murrow

"And that's the way it is".  Walter Cronkite

We grew up with journalists who actually reported the news.

Not talking points and talking heads, but real verified factual news.

We were reminded of this while re-watching the movie Good Night and Good Luck 

We miss journalism and we miss great journalists.

Mind you, this is not about fake news or an incitement of the media, there are good even great journalists out there today reporting real facts.

But watching the closing scenes from this movie, three things came to mind...

First how eerily similar the McCarthy Hearings sound to what is going on today. We need to heed the warnings of those who fought against and survived the events like the McCarthy era.

In the coming months we will  be tested as we navigate the hearings and fall out of todays  Impeachment hearings..

Second, if you just substitute the word Internet for television or box with lights, you could be talking about today.

And lastly, it reminds us of journalism that once was and what it could be again if only we have the courage to demand it.

Noodle and crew

Wordless Wednesday...

 

Have a wonderful Wednesday!

Noodle and crew

oh, oh!

 

Seriously...

you know you're in trouble when both Liz AND Dick Cheeney are voting against you! 

Enough said?

not really

they are a small portion of a growing number of republicans that are endorsing Harris...

and apparently, Donald Trump gets it...

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The Debate...

 

So...

the debate!

What can we possibly say?

Let us know what you thought ...

Noodle and crew

Silent vigil...

There are people running through the streets above us.

There is nowhere to run but it doesn't seem to matter.

I was running and fell through this door way. I barely escaped being trampled.

I can make out shapes in the darkness.

I think there are seven of us down here.

It's hard to know for sure.

Fear and hunger have driven some of the others into the damp corners where the light falls off
suddenly and all that's left is the stench.

We are all just waiting.

My hair keeps sticking to the concrete wall I'm leaning against.

I'm not sure but I think it's sticky from the blood.

Every time I move my head a few more strands are pulled out adding to the growing number left on the wall behind me.

Most of us have gathered in a space away from the door, more toward the center of the room.

The corners are too dangerous.

The young man with the glasses was curled up in one of the corners when he was attacked by a rat trying to gnaw through the blood soaked towel around his leg.

I think we may be in the basement of an old grocery store.

We found some boxes of stale crackers but they were gone after the first few days.

There are some tin cans of something but the ends are bulging and there's nothing to open them with anyway.

The water ran out yesterday.

There is an old couple sitting across from me.

The woman couldn't stop crying, she just sobbed and clutched a photograph to her chest.

Her husband said it was a picture of their son.

He tried to comfort his wife but after two days, he stopped.

After that she cried all the harder.

Yesterday she stopped crying. She's been silent ever since.

The blond girl at the end of room talked to me for the first couple of days.

Now she just sits in silence like most of the others.

Today I tried to talk to any of them but there was no response.

None of them will answer me.

My brain feels sluggish and I just want to sleep.

I don't feel the hunger anymore but I'm very thirsty.

I mention this to the old couple across the room but there is no reply.

I have begun to crave the sound of another human voice more than that of water to quench my thirst.

If someone doesn't speak to me soon , I'm sure I will go mad.

My eyes feel heavy.

Maybe it would be alright to sleep for just a little while.

When I wake up maybe someone will talk to me.

I'm sure one of them will have something to say soon...

On a happier note...

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Wordless Wednesday...

 

Have a wonderful Wednesday!

Noodle and crew