Dr. Larry Pittman Goddard Blog

  I guess you can just go ahead and haul me to the Old Folks Home … Yesterday I used the following phrases: ‘ponder’, ‘vim and vigor’, ‘smithereens’, ‘skedaddle’, ‘willy nilly’ and ‘the life of Riley’. Old phrases sort of tell our age … something to ponder … I wonder if they still make it… never sure who ‘they’ are, but I seem to rely on what ‘they’ say … wonder if they still make little shrimp cocktails? Years ago, whenever we had a fancy family dinner … there were these little jars of shrimp cocktail … which was probably 95% ketchup … the shrimp were tiny … and suspiciously looked like bait in a bait shop I saw once. The little jars became glass glasses … juice glasses (instead of plastic glasses) … but after having a lot of fancy family dinners, we were flooded with juice glass glasses … we had special little forks which I always called ‘shrimp cocktail forks’ … later I learned that they could be called ‘fish forks’ which is too hard to say … Oneida Michelangelo patterned fish...

  There ain’t no fool like an old fool. I must be missing a word in that saying.   It doesn’t accomplish anything.   I remember in Sunday school, we were taught never, ever, never call someone else a ‘fool’ … that calling someone that name was a terrible sin … I may or may not have asked, “So, calling someone a son of a ….. is OK?”   I was told that curse words were not invented in Bible days. I grew up in a house where ‘stupid’ was a bad name.   Kind of sheltered but I lived near worldly neighbors and attended Scouts just to learn dirty jokes. But, “fool” was never in the jokes.   Mostly, Aggie jokes which have somewhat gone by the wayside.   I’m not sure where the wayside is located, but there is a heck of a lot of stuff there. I like when people use the word, “shortly”…. “I’ll leave here shortly…” I also like ‘directly’ when used as a frame of time … I’ll leave here directly… I’ll solve that problem here shortly and directly … My goal in l...

  Now, I’m not one to think of our Gracious Heavenly Father as a Las Vegas-Style Magician…. But something happened today that could not be explained… how prayer changed a bad situation…. Power outage 36 hours… awful… had just bought all kinds of Blue Bell ice cream …. Mom Goddard on pace maker with electronic monitor... Finally finagled the garage door open, plugged in my dead iPhone and started driving around trying to revive the dead iPhone….. Back to garage with just enough power to call Oncor---the recording said the problem would be fixed by 4:30 p.m. today. I fired up the grill and started cooking ALL the pork, steaks, hamburgers that filled our NON-Blue Bell freezer… I think the olives spoiled? No dirty Martini tonight! THEN…. (at 2:22 p.m.)... Two Oncor professionals came around corner … and they said our meter was busted. “Not the storm?” Four inches of rain just last night and all kinds of thunder and lightning “yi yi”? Did our meter just randomly break during the stor...

Friday, 1 December 2006 Getting to Morocco Leaving DFW Airport during an ice storm involved begging and pleading; cancelled flights; de-icing the plane twice and finally getting a flight to Atlanta ; then to New York and an overnight flight to Casablanca :  All a long but adventuresome journey. Got booted to first class since the many changes to the original schedule…free drinks…sat with a mega wealthy mega drunk Brit who cussed like no one I had every heard....it was the filthiest conversation but because of his accent it seemed quite proper.... He told me that the Brits drown all the children who have good teeth.....Raucous flight conversation as you can tell. The happiest moment was seeing my luggage at the Casablanca airport....the traffic is a mix of Mercedes and Ox Carts....and horses....the Moroccan horses are beauts. I was here only 15 minutes when I saw the first dead body....poor soul was crossing the street during rush hour and he didn’t make it...