tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post420986964310782525..comments2023-12-27T16:41:07.438-05:00Comments on Suldog: Scene Of The CrimeSuldoghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07778845367184916684noreply@blogger.comBlogger37125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-40178814950634805202009-11-19T01:16:20.702-05:002009-11-19T01:16:20.702-05:00I lived in a much worse neighbourhood but thankful...I lived in a much worse neighbourhood but thankfully, only for a few weeks. They were weeks that had a lasting effect on my perspective on life though, and accelerated my transition from boy to man.<br /><br />Good stuff.Frank Baronhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07766219281485749395noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-17389410244354541452009-11-19T01:08:10.888-05:002009-11-19T01:08:10.888-05:00Hello, Suldog,
I've seen your name pop up all ...Hello, Suldog,<br />I've seen your name pop up all around, but this is my first visit. And I'm delighted to discover you. Brilliant post, described as if you were a camera's lens. So full of clarity and truth. <br /><br />Wishing you well--<br /><br />KahtleenKathleenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18372015226222285350noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-13289338445302017522009-11-18T21:24:22.387-05:002009-11-18T21:24:22.387-05:00That was magnificently written. You created such ...That was magnificently written. You created such powerful mental images with strikingly simple analogies. Wow. Congrats on the POTW - well-deserved recognition.blunozhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02917109513028096262noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-19156941451004919342009-11-18T12:31:03.119-05:002009-11-18T12:31:03.119-05:00I felt like I was reading a prose background to th...I felt like I was reading a prose background to the wire (which I hope you take as a compliment). I'm thankful never to have had to live anywhere that grim.Jhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16307649445757209162noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-39870183507887573712009-11-18T11:24:04.245-05:002009-11-18T11:24:04.245-05:00I know this neighborhood and felt that I was walki...I know this neighborhood and felt that I was walking there again - still?<br /><br />thank you for a beautiful piece of writingDiannehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02946500110072411468noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-72926074486633969602009-11-18T08:38:55.196-05:002009-11-18T08:38:55.196-05:00Wow, POTW...congrats!
SandiWow, POTW...congrats!<br />SandiSandi McBridehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09033518416111957858noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-64788932152529636412009-11-18T08:06:02.331-05:002009-11-18T08:06:02.331-05:00Have definitely walked this neighborhood; so beaut...Have definitely walked this neighborhood; so beautifully written Suldog1<br /><br />Congrats on POTW!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16813508472498593787noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-20545641216092410942009-11-18T07:29:11.186-05:002009-11-18T07:29:11.186-05:00Its amazing to just look around your neighbourhood...Its amazing to just look around your neighbourhood and see things going on - there's a whole world within a neighbourhood...Mariahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09977676093756206414noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-16085521932025503452009-11-15T15:36:02.919-05:002009-11-15T15:36:02.919-05:00Some vivid imagery there! I could see the man wit...Some vivid imagery there! I could see the man with the baggy corduroy pants carrying his bag of broken dreams.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03803472040500529682noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-38115117724951902632009-11-14T08:55:34.168-05:002009-11-14T08:55:34.168-05:00Very nice post, Suldog...it really evoked the imag...Very nice post, Suldog...it really evoked the image of that neighborhood well.Chuckhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03198762158401756973noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-74866855914828235542009-11-13T08:55:44.084-05:002009-11-13T08:55:44.084-05:00Braja - Funny you should mention that...
When MY ...Braja - Funny you should mention that...<br /><br />When MY WIFE and I first started dating, we used to like to walk around Boston Common. If you're not familiar with it - or even if you are - it's a place similar to Central Park in New York or other green spaces within the downtown area of a city. Anyway, ever since I was a little child, I loved to feed the pigeons there. They are less scared of humans than most pigeons. They will come right up to you and eat out of your hand if you're patient.<br /><br />MY WIFE, despite some city upbringing, hadn't been one to feed the pigeons. She saw them coming up to me, perhaps a couple of them actually landing on my shoulders, and she dubbed me "Lord Of The Pigeons".<br /><br />I took great pride in having that title bestowed, and I hope the pigeons don't mind.Suldoghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07778845367184916684noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-35545437491493848272009-11-13T08:44:36.850-05:002009-11-13T08:44:36.850-05:00Janine (and anyone else awaiting a novel) - Ah, I ...Janine (and anyone else awaiting a novel) - Ah, I don't get into this mood unless I've been doing strong drugs. This piece was left over from a particularly somber night with my dental meds. You wouldn't want to see me doing hard drugs all the time, would you? So, the novel will not be forthcoming soon (unless you want to supply me with a bottomless pit of the drugs, which are expensive and hard to come by and... well, I'd write about two chapters and then be dead, so you wouldn't want to do that, either, right?)Suldoghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07778845367184916684noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-74204330169553937462009-11-13T07:24:53.647-05:002009-11-13T07:24:53.647-05:00Poignant. The older I get, the more I drive back t...Poignant. The older I get, the more I drive back to my old neighborhood, turn off the motor to the car, and play, "What if....". We can learn lots from not only the roads taken....but those abandoned. I've missed stopping by. Five more shows and I'm 'free' to stop by my favorite blog haunts once again~rosecreekcottage-carol.blogspot.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09764384473339337575noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-61385759271782439862009-11-13T05:30:12.719-05:002009-11-13T05:30:12.719-05:00"Soon more, with better stuff."?? I don&..."Soon more, with better stuff."?? I don't think it gets better than "teenage delinquent pigeons." Friends of yours, Jim? :))♥ Brajahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07693196044262677095noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-68644621653535390212009-11-13T02:02:35.167-05:002009-11-13T02:02:35.167-05:00I wish that neighborhood existed only here - in yo...I wish that neighborhood existed only here - in your words, and not in reality.<br /><br />I wish that those people who are trapped there in their own despair could find a lifeline, a way out.<br /><br />I wish that the policemen didn't have to look away from the "little" crimes in order to see the bigger ones.<br /><br />I wish that neighborhood didn't really exist anywhere but here.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-78651552450771290532009-11-12T19:01:00.331-05:002009-11-12T19:01:00.331-05:00Okay, Jim...so when are you going to write your no...Okay, Jim...so when are you going to write your novel...this is brilliant! Steinbeckian, in fact!! I have crossed my arms; I am tapping my foot...waiting for your response... WHEN is the book debuting!?!? Hugs, JanineSniffles and Smileshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10073156486641622612noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-58498879107414992762009-11-12T18:25:12.693-05:002009-11-12T18:25:12.693-05:00lovely, dark, and deep . . .lovely, dark, and deep . . .Kathryn Magendiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12863595228298349863noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-34757538953691305392009-11-12T18:23:58.021-05:002009-11-12T18:23:58.021-05:00Excellently written.
I thought you'd been in a...Excellently written.<br />I thought you'd been in a neighbourhood I once frequented... Maybe you were.<br />Brilliant work. You paint such vivid pictures with your words.Thumbelinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16797968670320215838noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-22611533405854680302009-11-12T11:02:48.156-05:002009-11-12T11:02:48.156-05:00Whoa!!! I was into the prose and the picture it pa...Whoa!!! I was into the prose and the picture it painted. But that was yesterday. Now I'm seeing this developing where I live and hoping it's only transitory.Uncle Skiphttp://lionskip.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-5959937353317046152009-11-12T08:52:30.295-05:002009-11-12T08:52:30.295-05:00character moved awaycharacter moved awayUnknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06604620770218754881noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-43085312835717298932009-11-12T04:37:27.164-05:002009-11-12T04:37:27.164-05:00You are a powerful writer with the gift for detail...You are a powerful writer with the gift for detail which most of us are blind to, Jim. A very moving commentary my friend, if so utterly and terribly depressing!<br /><br />I don't believe in "the good old day's", life was pretty hard and unrelenting even back then. But today I fear there has been a shift for the worse, and I am afraid to project too far ahead as to where it will lead in the future. Here in the UK we have a widening gap between the "Have's" and "Have-not's", there are housing estate's here which would make living in the third world look appealing. A second and third generation has sprung up with no hope of legitimate employment, and where self-medication is sadly the norm.<br /><br />I had hoped I had escaped these streets, but no one does, not really. Sure, for now, my kids are thriving and well educated, and our luck is on a roll - but what happens when the dispossesed and alienated outnumber us comfortably lucky ones? Ignoring the problem is only storing up a powder keg of trouble for each and every one of us. I wish I had some answers.Shrinkyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18401403773851253351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-51252124828300460722009-11-11T22:49:36.292-05:002009-11-11T22:49:36.292-05:00Yep -it sure is everyone's neighborhood -bits ...Yep -it sure is everyone's neighborhood -bits and pieces of your words even apply to the little village here where I live. In the 50s when I grew up here, we had two general stores -kind of a cracker-box type K-mart, ya know. Today, neither of the buildings that housed those stores are still standing. We had five churches here then too. One was torn down years ago after merging with a sister church atop the hill in town. The old Slovak Lutheran still stands but hasn't been used in probably 30-40 years, at least. The other Lutheran church was struck by lightning 42 years ago and burned to the ground in less than an hour. That leaves the Catholic Church and the United Brethran and of those, only the Catholic Church still has services. We also had two private clubs (the Moose and the Jednota, aka The Slovak Club) and one bar in town, one on the outskirts. Today, we still have the two bars and The Moose -the Jednota having met the same fate as the Lutheran Church. <br />Back when I was a kid, the big deal of the day was walking to the post office, chatting with the post master or whoever might have been hanging around there at the time and today, we no longer even have a post office in town! We now have three sets of "Cluster boxes" strategically placed around the village where we can pick up mail and you can get stamps by leaving an envelope in your mail box with the money for the postage you wish to purchase enclosed and the stamps will be there for you the next day. Lovely, huh?<br />Sad to see those changes but for me, the loss of the post office really put a huge nail in the coffin as with that, the residents had no place where they could go to just gab a bit, gossip, b.s. one another except -to the local pub!<br />I know -I did it again -ran my own blog post at your place but it's your own damned fault for opening up that can of worms inside me with all those memories, ya know.<br />Great post, Jim. Sad and disparaging, yes, but truthful and by that token, great -indeed it was that!Jenihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16425701332785470116noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-79627869847143786472009-11-11T19:56:59.590-05:002009-11-11T19:56:59.590-05:00Well put, Sully. Love the term "habitually l...Well put, Sully. Love the term "habitually lucky".Chrishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14794712479594188124noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-66808874010703394692009-11-11T15:30:03.620-05:002009-11-11T15:30:03.620-05:00Most excellent prose. Very well written.Most excellent prose. Very well written.GreenJellohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10008711974632671478noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-55499692561268763042009-11-11T15:12:06.010-05:002009-11-11T15:12:06.010-05:00what an incredibly vivid picture you paint, one th...what an incredibly vivid picture you paint, one that so many eyes are willfully blind to.limehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17259558876349307173noreply@blogger.com