Dr. Larry Pittman Goddard Blog

Have you noticed that the phrase, "Are we on the same page?", is being used an awful lot lately. I mean, I understand it... Are we in agreement? Is everything copacetic? (We said that in the 80's). It's a real word meaning, "just fine". So, being on the same page means, "we cool; we always cool". I usually just tell whoever asks me if we are on the page, "Yeah, sure", just to get them to talk about something else. I usually chose the page not taken... two books diverged in the woods and I chose the page not taken and that has made all the difference. It reminds me of school days when, even then, I could tell that the teacher did not make a rigorous lesson plan. We would read the chapters aloud (NOT out loud, which should really be 'out loudly'...yeah, as an English minor, I can see what people want to hit me... hard.... in the face... with a shovel...) At our class 40th Reunion, the senior class president

I like Essay November 8th 2018 The memories I have of my Great Grandmother Lee are truly fuzzy … but, the one thing I remember about her… is that she would never say, “Good-bye”… She would say, “I love you and see you next time…” But, never, ever… would she say the word, “Good-bye”.   So, I guess it’s in my DNA, I dislike the whole concept of good-byes…. How can it be ‘good’ if you are telling someone ‘bye’? I like the fact that whenever my fly was open, my parents would say, “XYZ” as our secret code for eXamine Your Zipper… I like to think of the Hereford heifers in Hereford, Texas… say that aloud …. But lately, I get these nutty robo calls and the ID is Hereford, Texas.   I don’t like that.   Robo calls take a little bit of our limited time on Earth away and we never will get that time back. I like dogs with black ‘roofs of their mouths’.   Dad Goddard always said that good dogs have black roofs of the mouth.   He never cited the study but I still look in dogs’ mouths

I Like Things Essay October 26, 2018 I like some things.   But, to be fair, there are some things that do not live up to expectations.   There are two words which I wish I could erase from my childhood:   Fletcher’s Castoria. I like people who remember, “Fletcher’s Castoria”.   If you do remember it, you recall the most foul-tasting, super-blaster laxative in the history of ever.   A complete gut cleaner… It was Castor Oil on Steroids and tasted like Fido’s ass.   (Using imagination, not research here…) I was only absent once in Mrs. Moser’s second grade class. One day. I stayed one block from the school at my Granny Goddard’s house.   I had a fever.   Granny gave me some Fletcher’s Castoria—and about twenty minutes later, I was running to the Granny’s immaculate bathroom and doing a ‘big job’… I felt so much better. Immediately. She had blue toilet paper which matched her blue tiled walls, blue bathtub and blue toilet.   So, my one smirch of absence was due to

I don’t understand why ‘slim chance’ and ‘fat chance’ are the same thing…but I like it. I like people who yawn so loudly that they shake… usually with a “HOH…OH…OH…HOH”, then shake their head back and forth. I like them. I like the honesty of the babies who, when they wake up, they cry. I mean, deep…deep down… when you wake, don’t you want to just cry. Or, “bawl” your eyes out? I like that word: bawl. It can be used like this: She was so mad she just bawled me out in front of everybody and their dog. Or: Man, alive, he called me into his office and bawled me completely out. I think of calves. Don’t they stand at the fence and ‘bawl’ if they are separated from their Momma Cows? I like big umbrellas… never understood those tiny compact umbrellas which are more just a rumor of an umbrella than one and of itself. I like the cheer, “Rah Rah Sis Boom Bah”, but have never heard it used. I like Sally O’Mally (I’m FIFTY… and I can stretch, and I can KICK!)… I like that Sally

I like people who overlook my misspellings.   The way I figure it, I’m a full-grown 59 11/12ths year old man and if I can get past Auto Correct, then let my spelling be.   (See what I did there… let me spelling BEE!) I like people who laugh at corny jokes. I like French Vanilla coffee but not French Roast. I like that someone called me a “Champion of Life”… and that kind of made me happy beyond belief. I like when Facebook friends reply, “Awww”.   I like underdogs.   I like the cold side of the pillow and the first day smell when you turn the heat on… I like people who say, “You’re a peach”… and others who use the term, “Ringed-tailed tooter” and “Wampus Cat”… I like people who praise what they love and don’t whine about what they hate.   I don’t know the difference between “preserves”, “jam” or “jelly”… but I’m glad there are people who do know the difference. I like the concept of “Faux” but do not like its spelling.   I was taught phonetics and this word

Larry Pittman Goddard 3 hrs  ·  Often I am asked, "How do you want to die?"... and my mind cannot help but think of a bald man, petting a white Persian cat in a James Bond movie.... why did the bad guys always spend more time telling James Bond HOW they were going to kill him than it would have taken for a fast, blast of murder.... And why I am asked this question makes me suspicious of the 'asker'... Regardless... , I have always wanted to die of OLD age. My question now is.... exactly when does one qual ify for that? With this Six-Damn-ty Birthday on the horizon (2 month countdown)... if I died today, could I get away with 'he died of old age'.... or would that be up for debate? Am I, then, too young to die of old age? I go to Brookshire's on Tuesdays and LIE at checkout by telling them I am 60 and get a 5% senior discount. I have lied about my age twice: To vote at age 17 (Eugene McCarthy--others had fake ID

Egyptian Travel Blog  Left Tyler at 5:30 A.M. Thanksgiving Day and arrived here in Cairo Friday night at 8:30 p.m. It is their three-day Festival of Feast which means they all stay home and eat--which is great for me since now there is no traffic. They do a Black Friday kind of deal, but it is for grocery stores only. We are on the west bank of the Nile which is Giza and the other side of the Nile is Cairo, but the names are used both ways.  What I saw of the new Cairo Heliopolis is beautiful; Mubarak’s home is heavily secured; they haven't had a war since 1973 and that was with Israel. Everyone is formal and friendly and I'm looking for their soccer shirt--war almost broke out with one country and |Egypt over a soccer game recently so I think it would behoove me to wear their national team shirt. Will climb pyramids tomorrow (Giza) and of course the ever-present open market, medina, stinky sales market which you know I will be sanitizing my hands continu