Dr. Larry Pittman Goddard Blog

I like Essay November 26, 2018 On CNN, they sometimes interview someone at an indescribable horrid scene.   The person they interview, I always call ‘the voice of hope’, is usually crying, dirty, and holding a nasal dripping baby and says something hopeful like, “We are just ready to return to our daily lives and live our lives again.”   I want to be that person.   Once I was.   My brother’s house was almost totaled with straight-line winds—during a children’s birthday party.   Huge trees were uprooted and fell on the house—except in the bathroom/big closet area where he had gathered the children.   They were safe. I drove from Commerce to his place past Athens the next morning to help, and local television was there.   I guess the best memory was my oldest nephew grabbed me, hugging so tightly and just fell apart; his younger brother joined him, hugging Uncle Larry and crying, crying, crying… they were about 10 and 7.   I felt safe....

I like Essay November 26, 2018 On CNN, they sometimes interview someone at an indescribable horrid scene.   The person they interview, I always call ‘the voice of hope’, is usually crying, dirty, and holding a nasal dripping baby and says something hopeful like, “We are just ready to return to our daily lives and live our lives again.”   I want to be that person.   Once I was.   My brother’s house was almost totaled with straight-line winds—during a children’s birthday party.   Huge trees were uprooted and fell on the house—except in the bathroom/big closet area where he had gathered the children.   They were safe. I drove from Commerce to his place past Athens the next morning to help, and local television was there.   I guess the best memory was my oldest nephew grabbed me, hugging so tightly and just fell apart; his younger brother joined him, hugging Uncle Larry and crying, crying, crying… they were about 10 and 7.   I felt safe....

My mind meanders during sports ... you don't have to read... but, it's here if you need it: January 12, 2019 The most unusual phenomenon occurs to me…. Whenever someone starts a sentence with, “I’ve got a bone to pick with you…”, I go completely deaf. Cannot hear anything after those words are said. Odd. Many people somehow want to pick a bone with me. Wait, what? I can’t hear a thing? No, I can’t read lips… and No!, I can’t read words in any language temporarily. Go away… that might help me recuperate… I don’t want to pick a bone. It’s ‘give a dog a bone, knick knack paddy whack’… That rhyme has something about This Old Man in it, so let’s just let it be and move on… I like words this week like lubricious, humdinger, and elbow grease. I think there is another way to spell lubricous. Not sure which word I like now. A long time ago, a wise older woman told me, “To know a kind person, you have to encounter an unkind people…” It’s a comparison deal. ...