Dr. Larry Pittman Goddard Blog

May 16th 1979.... forty years ago ... Initiation .... 7 brothers ... ignore the paddles and beer ... the hardest thing I have ever done in my life was keep a 4.0 grade point average during pledge ship!  Robert Schwab  and I've tried to gather contact information; no response at all from John Walker despite four attempts--he is not adviser now? We just want dinner somewhere quiet and talk rationally... Who remembers  Mark Bourenske  ? Funniest man alive... Look at my sweatage o n the shirt  Donna Moore Collum  gave me as my Big Sister! ... I was a Sweat Hog... ....That night, I was worried probably because my big brother was John Glaess who could hit a SOFTBALL out of the park! He broke the board and landed up high--like lower spine.... I really was bruised badly (All done AFTER initiation)--but that wasn't the worst thing--something unplanned and mean-spirited happened to me--NOT part of Sigma Chi and the worst thing one human could do to another....

. The people who need firecracker safety tips aren't the people who read firecracker safety tips.... Always remember and don't ever forget...He who goes forth with a fifth on the Fourth MAY not go forth on the Fifth! There are two secrets to success in Life. #1: Never tell everything you know. I’ve come to the sad realization nobody will ever triumphantly pour Gatorade on me for any reason. There's just so much disappointment in my life. I bet the YMCA dance is a lot harder to do in Chinese. I find it highly suspicious that the three bears had the dexterity to buy furniture and make porridge in the first place, not to mention making up the bedding. And getting a charge card....all highly mysterious to me. What I’m really looking for in a friend is loyalty. And a pool. Mainly just a pool. It would be kind if some people performed random acts of silence. I heard that people who talk to themselves tend to be extremely smart. Did...

Under the spreading chestnut tree, the town’s smithy doth ply his trade…. Blacksmith making horseshoes is the theme of that poem and seems our permanent substitute teacher, Mavis Something, would quote it from memory – all about the black smith. Well, I’ve decided, after much thought… to become a ‘wordsmith’…. I will invoice most of you soon and my rates may be overwhelming but there are great rates on second mortgages now. I do love/like/cherish words.   And I collect old sayings.   For instance, a friend asked me about ‘sound sleep’ and for me to expound upon the term. I know my friend to be a University Administrator and expounding made me laugh more than the ‘sound sleep’.   As my Granddad would say, “I don’t snore.   I stayed awake all night and not once did I snore.” In the early morning with my bowl of ‘oats’ (oatmeal… but he told me it was the same oats I fed the horse, Candy, and he kept in the grain bin)… anyway, sleepily eating my oats, Grand...

You know what gets my goat? First of all, not hearing enough people saying that phrase anymore.... Next, I have never had a goat... which in itself a sad story .... poor pitiful me... but, back to me... Who is getting these people's goats? I heard a man say that saying and I know for dang sure, he did NOT have a goat in the first place... so when he asked me, "You know what gets my goat?" I told him he didn't have a goat, never had a goat, needs to see a specialist because, you know what gets my goat? People asking me for professional assistance when I don't have the Cuckoo Training License ... Gets my goat. I used to get all corrective when someone called a child 'a kid'... A 'kid' is a baby goat.... not a student, not a student/athlete, not a child... Kids are baby goats... My campaign to change the language and NOT call a child 'a kid' was a failure and one I try not to let it get my goat. Nowadays, I correct NO one... even...

Maybe I’m not human. I do not understand these Momma’s who cry their eyes out at a child’s graduation.   They bawl.   They cat-er-wall… Stop that cat-er-walling. (I’ve heard that phrase but never seen it spelled or written down…)   It’s a happy ceremony.   Why do Momma’s cry at graduations?   I think it makes the graduate feel that Momma thinks this is the graduate’s ‘peak’… no, no, no… there is much more life after high school.   You should cry when they get their insurance reduction at age 25.   You should cry when they keep a job for longer than a year.   Cry when they can talk to   you as adult to adult, rather than child to adult. But they have worked hard at graduation… I think as rigorous as school has become since we had the easiest way to a diploma as possible in the history of ever…. We should stand and applaud and smile big.   I doubt many of us could pass all those standardized tests, put up with the social medi...

Things on and off my mind today.... May 4th 2019; Stars are playing; Kentucky Derby Day; still yelling MAY DAY MAY DAY... which isn't asking for HELP... just that time of year... for about 30 days or so... --A friend will calm you down when you're angry, but a best friend will skip beside you with a baseball bat singing "someone's gonna get it!"... we all know that tune... --The only time the word incorrectly isn't spelled incorrectly is when it’s spelled incorrectly. --If you can't handle me at my worst....then I completely understand, because I can't either! Very difficult. I could SNAP at any MOMENT! Really I can--with both hands! --Dear Yellow Light....Oh, You're Challenging ME? Challenge Accepted. Begin light warp SPEED through intersection.... --My right turn signal has been on; blinking for SEVEN months. I am "that guy".... --So, how long exactly is a "cotton picking minute...

Have you ever said, “I’d pay good money for that.”   Wonder why we say that? Money is neither good nor bad… it’s the person carrying the wallet who loves money too much that is bad… I’d pay good money to fine out.   It may go back to Confederate money; I found some recently amongst my barn of treasures in plastic tubs—40 years of ‘junking’ adds up.   But, on eBay, Confederate money is now worth more than Good Money.   I’m not sure you can sell Confederate Money on eBay; you can’t sell Nazi stuff that’s a for sure/10/4 good buddy.   I knew a man who collected all things Nazi and kept them in his closet.   I was one of the few friends who he let see them, according to his wife.   I asked, “Why in the world would you collect such things?”   He said we must remember the Holocaust DID happen and never forget…. He teared up a bit—a Navy man who saw things that no one should have to see. I took the Nazi helmet and smelled its insides (I have th...