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| . This is a complete rewrite of a story, I heard on WLS radio in Chicago, . way back in the ‘60s when I was a teenager. "The Greedy King".. Before King Kamehameha united the Hawaiian Islands, each island was ruled by its own King. Many years before, there was a King of one of those islands, who was very greedy. His Royal Palace was the biggest, finest "Grass Hut" anyone had ever seen. (This being the ONLY type of building construction known at this time.) But after all he was the King and this was his Royal Throne Room. Royal Ambassadors from the other islands all agreed He had the finest Palace in the Islands. He was so greedy that he demanded that he sit on a NEW throne each day, each one finer and more elaborate than the last. Because of his greedy nature, and to impress visitors to the Palace, he would have all the "used" thrones saved, by having them mounted up in the rafters of his Royal Throne Room. Needless to say, all those magnificent thrones were heavy, and as the collection grew each day they put a tremendous strain on the structure. So one day the Royal Throne Room collapsed killing the greedy King. . This ends of our story about "The Greedy King". . But there is a moral to the story. The moral is: "He who lives in grass houses shouldn't stow thrones". |
| The Sea.. The sea rises up in blue and green Just to look at you, With eyes of silvery sheen And lashes of white, Then down again To make room for others Eager to see the sight. David P. Lagesse Subic Bay, Philippines 1968 |
| Night View of a Hillside City.. Behold the blue and lustrous diamonds Shining, twinkling large and small In strings and roundabout Specks of gold scattered in the diamond dust With rubies and emeralds strung to and fro Beautiful, though meaning nothing. David P. Lagesse Long Beach, CA 1969 |
| When Will the Rain.. When will the rain Fall upon the earth Clean and green Debarred of waste, Mans result of all his works. When He is gone His iron rusted - dusted Forgotten, no trace to be found. Or can it ever be the same As it was before we came. David P. Lagesse Hawaii, early 1970s |
| Earths Devour.. Why do people mourn and shout, Their heads turn about, To cry to those in power? The garbage, earths devour. No course is taken By those being shaken. They give a damn, Unless they can, Bring to light, More power in sight! Why do people mourn and shout, It’s useless to pout. David P. Lagesse Hawaii, early 1970s |
| Why Dogs Love Christmas.. We got our Christmas tree today. When we brought it in the house our dog 'Buffy' became very excited. First he sniffed the tree, then bounded over to me then back to the tree again. He was wagging his tail and giving little "happy barks". We did not understand what had come over him. What could it be that was making him act so excited? We wondered if some other animal had left their scent on the tree, or something. Then he let us know why he was so excited about the Christmas tree. He thought we had bought it just for him. He was happy to finally be getting "indoor plumbing". |
| They say: “You can’t legislate morality” Isn’t morality basically the difference between Right and Wrong? Every law that has ever been written has been someone’s or some group’s opinion of what is right or wrong. However, GOD doesn’t have opinions. David P. Lagesse pineapplefish56 |
| Arrested, but what were the charges?.. Dateline: Honolulu, Hawaii, Reported by Kawika Keoni of the Hawaii News Network Today dolphin research scientist, Lopaka K. Espinda was arrested at Kewalo Basin. - - Escaped lion recaptured. Story as follows: Approximately three years ago, noted dolphin research scientist, Lopaka K. Espinda developed a theory: "If seagulls were fed to dolphins every day for a month, the dolphins would never die." After many failed attempts, Espinda finally got the research grant that he needed for the “Dolphin Feeding Project”. The Dolphin Research Laboratories, “Dolphin Feeding Project” was carried out at Honolulu's, Kewalo Basin Yacht Harbor. While elsewhere today, at the Honolulu Zoo the long awaited transfer of lions to the new Hawaii State Zoo on the Big Island, was taking place. After the trucks had left the Honolulu Zoo and were in-route to the airport, one of the lions escaped from the truck. Police, Fire, Animal Control and Zoo officials were put on alert to be on the lookout for an escaped lion. When the Governor was notified about the situation, he was heard to say: "I realize it is now the responsibility of the State if any one is hurt by that lion." It can now be reported that this was the last and final day of the “Dolphin Feeding Project”. Espinda was in the Laboratory's food preparation room preparing the last of the seagulls to feed to the dolphins, as he opened the door he was shocked to find the escaped lion blocking his only pathway out. As he later told this reporter, "I knew that time was running out and that I must complete my project now, or I will never be able to get any new funding." He also stated that he was somewhat relieved to discover that the lion was sound asleep; he then cautiously tiptoed over the sleeping lion. That is when the Police, Fire, Animal Control and Zoo officials arrived at the scene of the crime, the Police arrested Espinda, and the Zoo officials re-captured the lion. He was arrested! But what were the charges? . ILLEGAL TRANSPORTATION OF GULLS ACROSS THE STATE LION, . FOR IMMORTAL PORPOISES This is another complete rewrite of a story, I heard on WLS radio in Chicago, way back in the ‘60s when I was a teenager. |
| The Nazis or US?.. The Nazis preformed euthanasia on the infirm, the insane, and other “defectives”. This killing was preformed on their OWN people as well as the peoples of the countries they had over-run. Their murderous ‘Final Solution’ also took the lives of 7 million people they considered as “Less than Human”. They were fighting a war; it was partially a financial decision to exterminate the crippled and retarded and all the rest that they considered as: “useless eaters”. But we on the other hand will do all that is in our power to try to “educate” even the most severely retarded, the worst of which are, and will always be, no more aware of them selves than vegetables. We also do all that we can for those people who are severely physically handicapped. We will continue with these heroic efforts even when there is absolutely no hope of progress. It is a heavy financial burden to the taxpayers that is spent on the education, health care and feeding of these most unfortunate people. Then we turn around and murder perfectly normal and healthy pre-born infants, each and every day by abortion. The Nazis killed the “defectives”, while providing health care, feeding, and education for their normal healthy Aryan children. We provide for the health care, feeding, and education of those severely retarded children, many who are not at all healthy …if they are first allowed to survive the womb. However, we then willingly kill normal healthy pre-born children, and defend that grievous error as some kind of: “Glorious Right” as if it were REALLY guaranteed by the U.S. Constitution. To whom will GOD and the generations of the distant future judge as worse? The Nazis or US? David P. Lagesse pineapplefish56 |
Night Diving for Aquarium Specimens..
All your friends are here with you for the monthly group-dive outing, from the Salt Water Aquarium
Society of Hawaii. But we just call it "SWASH".
You adjust your snorkel, turn on your dive light, then hold on to your weight belt and dive mask as you do
a perfect forward flip into the water. The cold, darkened water of “Sharks Cove”, Oahu closes in on you.
As you and your diving buddy swim out to your favorite collecting spot, again you take notice, that most of
the creatures you have become accustomed to seeing in the daytime, are gone, only to be replaced by the
"night crew". All the animals that solely come out at night are what you see.
Descending now to the bottom you change from your snorkel to your SCUBA regulator. Just then, a chill,
not caused by water, runs down your back! A feeling of delightful terror causes you to shudder, as you ask
yourself, “Why do they call this place Sharks Cove?”
Along with the SCUBA gear you have on your back, and a spare emergency light you have attached to your
weight belt, you are carrying in your gloved hands, two hand nets, and the long cord to your floating plastic
“bait box.” One of the nets has your main under water light attached to the handle. The bait box is for the
specimens you catch; it has a short cord that you have attached through the back to pull open the trap door.
Some zooplankton, tiny animals that swim free in the water, gathers around your light and zips around in
circles. You spot a large, sleepy parrotfish tucked down in a small hole surrounded by his gossamer cocoon.
The lights of the other divers flash around by you, as your dive buddy, pushed by a wave bumps into you.
A small Blue-spotted cowfish wanders into your range of light, an easy catch if you are careful. With the
lighted net, you heard the cowfish into the other net. Caught him! Now you have to untangle his horns and
body from the net. His hinged paddle-like tail wiggles at you as you retrieve the bait box. Next, pulling on
the cord that opens the door from behind, you pop the cowfish into the beginning of his new life, as an
aquarium specimen, never to swim free again. On top of some coral heads, you spot some more easy
takings, some large green shrimp, with their long claw arms. Next, you collect some banded "barber-pole"
coral shrimp, one has had its claw arm broke off, but that will take care of its self the next time it molts
its exoskeleton.
Heading in the direction of the under water caves, you pick up more specimens: both fish and invertebrates.
While turning over rocks you find some brittle sea stars and some live shells, being careful to replace the
rocks exactly as you found them. You also collect a few short spined sea urchins, and everywhere are many
more shells that were bumping around the bottom with hermit crabs in them.
The two of you arrive at the cave entrance. You check your air gauges, good there is plenty of air left.
Then you both check your emergency lights, good they both work. You see the very dangerous long-spined,
“vana” sea urchins surround the entrance. Big black six-inch long, toxic tipped pincushions with the points
going the wrong way. Wait now; wait for the right moment between waves to enter the cave. Now go! Ride
the wave force in, to enter the cave before the wave changes direction, and you are swept back along those
thousands of needles! On the next wave your dive buddy enters.
Safe inside the cave, you watch in awe as several tiny cleaner shrimp goes about their barbering business of
cleaning and grooming other, much larger fish. The tiny shrimp enters the mouth and gills of the big fish,
picking parasites and dead flesh, and then the cleaner shrimp goes from head to tail eating the fish’s
bothersome "bugs" and damaged scales. Without even the word 'next' one of the other fish who has been
waiting in line with his head down, moves up, as the now cleaned fish moves off. Open wide and say, 'ah' the
cleaner shrimp seems to say.
Distracted by a movement at the top of the cave, you see a Hawaiian lionfish with its poisonous long spined
fins waving. By the motion you just saw, and the lion’s back-peddling swim that it is now doing, and the
obvious bulge in its stomach, you know it has just inhaled its dinner - some hapless fish that wandered too
near.
Watching the lionfish hanging there upside down at the top of the cave, motionless now, you move in for the
catch. Blinded by your light the lionfish starts backing into a hole. You quickly cover the hole with your net.
The lion races across the cave, your dive buddy, (Remember him? He has been there all along.). He waves
his net at the lionfish, who comes back at you head down and fins flared - he's charging you! A large green
moray eel passes just above you and between the on-coming lionfish! The lion veers off as your heart settles
back in your chest; you let out a large breath of air, the bubbles dance along the top of the cave. You look
around for the eel but he is gone. You try to catch the lion again. Slowly you reach up with the lighted net,
trying to get the lions attention. Then bring up the other net behind him - slowly. Now quick, clap the nets
together! He veers off at a right angle to the net, you bring your net around, he dives deep into the net,
caught! The lion twists around, hopelessly entangling himself in the net.
Your diving buddy taps his partially opened fist with the palm of his other hand to get your attention; you
look up and see that he is giving you the out-of-air signal. You look at your own air pressure gauge; it is
getting close to 500 pounds, almost out of air. You pull your reserve valve and the air comes easier now.
Swimming to the mouth of the cave, you wait for the right moment and go.
Out of the cave now, you slowly rise to the surface in a lazy incline. As your head breaks the water, just for
a second the world seams to be at an odd angle, then just as quickly it rights its self. You spit your
mouthpiece out and you and your dive buddy both say together, "Did you see the size of that eel!"
You each then laugh and start back toward the distant lights on the shore, holding the netted lionfish out
at a safe distance, and tell each other stories about the fish you caught and the ones that got away.
Back on shore now, having earlier prepared some buckets with water, rocks and limu (seaweed), you both
dump your catches in them. Next, you proceed to the tedious and dangerous task of untangling the lionfish
from the net. You go see what the other SWASH members have brought back and help those just coming
out of the water. Now you watch your fish for a long while, swimming around in their buckets and hiding
among the rocks. The live shells come out and start to move about. The hermit crabs start their constant
bickering over who has the nicest shell. The lights grow dim, a cool Kona wind is blowing, but no one really
takes notice of it.
Fiction by: David P. Lagesse
E-mail: pineapplefish56
All your friends are here with you for the monthly group-dive outing, from the Salt Water Aquarium
Society of Hawaii. But we just call it "SWASH".
You adjust your snorkel, turn on your dive light, then hold on to your weight belt and dive mask as you do
a perfect forward flip into the water. The cold, darkened water of “Sharks Cove”, Oahu closes in on you.
As you and your diving buddy swim out to your favorite collecting spot, again you take notice, that most of
the creatures you have become accustomed to seeing in the daytime, are gone, only to be replaced by the
"night crew". All the animals that solely come out at night are what you see.
Descending now to the bottom you change from your snorkel to your SCUBA regulator. Just then, a chill,
not caused by water, runs down your back! A feeling of delightful terror causes you to shudder, as you ask
yourself, “Why do they call this place Sharks Cove?”
Along with the SCUBA gear you have on your back, and a spare emergency light you have attached to your
weight belt, you are carrying in your gloved hands, two hand nets, and the long cord to your floating plastic
“bait box.” One of the nets has your main under water light attached to the handle. The bait box is for the
specimens you catch; it has a short cord that you have attached through the back to pull open the trap door.
Some zooplankton, tiny animals that swim free in the water, gathers around your light and zips around in
circles. You spot a large, sleepy parrotfish tucked down in a small hole surrounded by his gossamer cocoon.
The lights of the other divers flash around by you, as your dive buddy, pushed by a wave bumps into you.
A small Blue-spotted cowfish wanders into your range of light, an easy catch if you are careful. With the
lighted net, you heard the cowfish into the other net. Caught him! Now you have to untangle his horns and
body from the net. His hinged paddle-like tail wiggles at you as you retrieve the bait box. Next, pulling on
the cord that opens the door from behind, you pop the cowfish into the beginning of his new life, as an
aquarium specimen, never to swim free again. On top of some coral heads, you spot some more easy
takings, some large green shrimp, with their long claw arms. Next, you collect some banded "barber-pole"
coral shrimp, one has had its claw arm broke off, but that will take care of its self the next time it molts
its exoskeleton.
Heading in the direction of the under water caves, you pick up more specimens: both fish and invertebrates.
While turning over rocks you find some brittle sea stars and some live shells, being careful to replace the
rocks exactly as you found them. You also collect a few short spined sea urchins, and everywhere are many
more shells that were bumping around the bottom with hermit crabs in them.
The two of you arrive at the cave entrance. You check your air gauges, good there is plenty of air left.
Then you both check your emergency lights, good they both work. You see the very dangerous long-spined,
“vana” sea urchins surround the entrance. Big black six-inch long, toxic tipped pincushions with the points
going the wrong way. Wait now; wait for the right moment between waves to enter the cave. Now go! Ride
the wave force in, to enter the cave before the wave changes direction, and you are swept back along those
thousands of needles! On the next wave your dive buddy enters.
Safe inside the cave, you watch in awe as several tiny cleaner shrimp goes about their barbering business of
cleaning and grooming other, much larger fish. The tiny shrimp enters the mouth and gills of the big fish,
picking parasites and dead flesh, and then the cleaner shrimp goes from head to tail eating the fish’s
bothersome "bugs" and damaged scales. Without even the word 'next' one of the other fish who has been
waiting in line with his head down, moves up, as the now cleaned fish moves off. Open wide and say, 'ah' the
cleaner shrimp seems to say.
Distracted by a movement at the top of the cave, you see a Hawaiian lionfish with its poisonous long spined
fins waving. By the motion you just saw, and the lion’s back-peddling swim that it is now doing, and the
obvious bulge in its stomach, you know it has just inhaled its dinner - some hapless fish that wandered too
near.
Watching the lionfish hanging there upside down at the top of the cave, motionless now, you move in for the
catch. Blinded by your light the lionfish starts backing into a hole. You quickly cover the hole with your net.
The lion races across the cave, your dive buddy, (Remember him? He has been there all along.). He waves
his net at the lionfish, who comes back at you head down and fins flared - he's charging you! A large green
moray eel passes just above you and between the on-coming lionfish! The lion veers off as your heart settles
back in your chest; you let out a large breath of air, the bubbles dance along the top of the cave. You look
around for the eel but he is gone. You try to catch the lion again. Slowly you reach up with the lighted net,
trying to get the lions attention. Then bring up the other net behind him - slowly. Now quick, clap the nets
together! He veers off at a right angle to the net, you bring your net around, he dives deep into the net,
caught! The lion twists around, hopelessly entangling himself in the net.
Your diving buddy taps his partially opened fist with the palm of his other hand to get your attention; you
look up and see that he is giving you the out-of-air signal. You look at your own air pressure gauge; it is
getting close to 500 pounds, almost out of air. You pull your reserve valve and the air comes easier now.
Swimming to the mouth of the cave, you wait for the right moment and go.
Out of the cave now, you slowly rise to the surface in a lazy incline. As your head breaks the water, just for
a second the world seams to be at an odd angle, then just as quickly it rights its self. You spit your
mouthpiece out and you and your dive buddy both say together, "Did you see the size of that eel!"
You each then laugh and start back toward the distant lights on the shore, holding the netted lionfish out
at a safe distance, and tell each other stories about the fish you caught and the ones that got away.
Back on shore now, having earlier prepared some buckets with water, rocks and limu (seaweed), you both
dump your catches in them. Next, you proceed to the tedious and dangerous task of untangling the lionfish
from the net. You go see what the other SWASH members have brought back and help those just coming
out of the water. Now you watch your fish for a long while, swimming around in their buckets and hiding
among the rocks. The live shells come out and start to move about. The hermit crabs start their constant
bickering over who has the nicest shell. The lights grow dim, a cool Kona wind is blowing, but no one really
takes notice of it.
Fiction by: David P. Lagesse
E-mail: pineapplefish56
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| Long LOST Lyrics FOUND! Remember the Dean Martin song, "That's Amore"? It goes -- 'When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie, that's amore. When the world seems to shine like you've had too much wine, you're in love.' Well, a LOST line from one of the verses has been discovered, through exhaustive research and pouring over old manuscripts and documents, and listening to many old recordings. "When you swim in the sea and an eel bites you knee, that's a moray." |
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| My Dog is so fine... He's a K10... Not a K9! |
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| For a more definitive and updated version of this essay go to: www.pineapplefish56.net/PolyTicks/Abort-Wrongs.html |
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