ECT Technical Crews (Small, But Dedicated)

ECT Technical Crews (Small, But Dedicated) (Bad jokes accepted but not required)

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07/03/2024

[NOTE: This was given to me, Katy, to post for Charles Eldon Julius when the time came. He wanted these to be his last words to you. Please share this with whomever called him a friend.]
End of the life.

It was a good run but the finish line kept getting pushed further and further away. And with each new step towards the elusive finish, but this quiet living is hard. First I couldn’t eat, then I couldn’t drink, though I could talk, then my worst fears took over. I couldn’t take care of myself. I always pictures myself dying in a spectacular way. Crashing a bike at 120 mph. Maybe falling off a ladder or tall roof. You know, something that would make a good story. Unfortunately, instead of going out with a bang I’m going out without even a good whisper.

When I was first told I had a progressive cancer I didn’t think about death. I didn’t even wonder what it was like. When they told me I had no options left to stop the cancer or to even slow it down even, I began to think about death. I’ve spent most my life believing when we die we’re just gone. But I’ve also always left the door slightly ajar to the possibility that there was a more reasonable god picking and choosing like the guards unloading prisoners at Auschwitz.

Or, because energy cannot be created or destroyed, we became part of a force that protects and holds the entire universe together.

When we die, can we see our friends and loved ones? Can we affect the living world? Can we hang around where we want or will we have to zip off? (So I came up with a plan.)

With these possibilities, and many more, I decided death is a last Grand Adventure. Can I let my friends know that I’m ok? What will I see? Where can I go? So folks, I want you all to share my adventure if you can. Think about the last sunset. Was there something special about it? When you were driving, did you feel a sudden peace? Did you suddenly laugh at something for no reason? Did you feel a hand on your shoulder?

If at all possible I will give you a sign. And if at all possible I will be at every memorial, service, or wake. I will try to make your life better.

Now, if you’re reading this, I’ve already set off on my final Grand Adventure. I do hope we’re all having fun.

Goodbye, I love you all.

[Time of next Grand Adventure: July 2, 2024, 9:30pm]

07/03/2024

[NOTE: This was given to me, Katy, to post when the time came. He wanted these to be his last words to you. Please share this with whomever called him a friend.]

End of the life.

It was a good run but the finish line kept getting pushed further and further away. Each new step was toward the elusive finish, but this quiet living is hard. First I couldn’t eat, then I couldn’t drink, then I couldn't talk, then my worst fears took over. I couldn’t take care of myself. I always pictures myself dying in a spectacular way. Crashing a bike at 120 mph. Maybe falling off a ladder or tall roof. You know, something that would make a good story. Unfortunately, instead of going out with a bang I’m going out without even a good whisper.

When I was first told I had a progressive cancer I didn’t think about death. I didn’t even wonder what it was like. When they told me I had no options left to stop the cancer or to even slow it down even, I began to think about death. I’ve spent most my life believing when we die we’re just gone. But I’ve also always left the door slightly ajar to the possibility that there was a more reasonable god picking and choosing like the guards unloading prisoners at Auschwitz.

Or, because energy cannot be created or destroyed, we became part of a force that protects and holds the entire universe together.

When we die, can we see our friends and loved ones? Can we affect the living world? Can we hang around where we want or will we have to zip off? (So I came up with a plan.)

With these possibilities, and many more, I decided death is a last Grand Adventure. Can I let my friends know that I’m ok? What will I see? Where can I go? So folks, I want you all to share my adventure if you can. Think about the last sunset. Was there something special about it? When you were driving, did you feel a sudden peace? Did you suddenly laugh at something for no reason? Did you feel a hand on your shoulder?

If at all possible I will give you a sign. And if at all possible I will be at every memorial, service, or wake. I will try to make your life better.

Now, if you’re reading this, I’ve already set off on my final Grand Adventure. I do hope we’re all having fun.

Goodbye, I love you all.

[Time of next Grand Adventure: July 2, 2024, 9:30pm]

05/23/2024

Today I was trying to figure out what the biggest no-s**tter in my life was. A no-s**tter, for the uneducated masses out there, it a true story that is so weird you have to start it by saying, “I swear it’s true! No s**t!” So here it is and I swear every word is true. It’s so true I can’t use real names. So, my best friend G’s wife moved out and served him with divorce papers. Now, I and my ex wife K were upset because we were friends with both G and his wife D. About six months after this I get served divorce papers from K, my soon to be ex-wife. About 6 months after this, K, married my used-to-be best friend G. About this same time G’s ex-wife D married a guy named L. Things didn’t work out for D and L for very long and they were soon divorced. Fast forward a year and I’m working a load-in at the Ft. Smith Municipal Auditorium. The stage manager was a very pleasant lady named Y. We hit it off quite well and had lunch together, with about 37 other crew members. I mentioned that my ex -wife, K, played in a Dixie land band. She said that her ex-husband, L, played in a Dixie land band for a short time. That’s when we put it together. Bear with me. She was my ex-wifes, ex-husbands, ex-wifes, ex-husbands, ex-wife. And that’s no s**t!!

Quote -Dr. Chaz Drake.
03/29/2024

Quote -Dr. Chaz Drake.

Well, while I'm at it. I also have an antique treadle sewing machine cabinet, and a boat anchor that fits it, if anybody...
03/22/2024

Well, while I'm at it. I also have an antique treadle sewing machine cabinet, and a boat anchor that fits it, if anybody wants to come get it. I had great plans for it but it has to go.

Hello all.  I bought an 7'11 by 11'11 carpet for a side room and didn't use it.  I tried putting it down in the library ...
03/22/2024

Hello all. I bought an 7'11 by 11'11 carpet for a side room and didn't use it. I tried putting it down in the library but Vicki didn't like it. If anyone wants to come get this carpet that was used for 8 days you can have it. It's rolled up and ready to go. I can't deliver, sorry.

Just leaving this here. The entire Julius clan on the Kingfisher homesstead in 1915
03/19/2024

Just leaving this here. The entire Julius clan on the Kingfisher homesstead in 1915

We need this Evansville!  Can we start a petition?
02/23/2024

We need this Evansville! Can we start a petition?

Damn I love this tat!
07/20/2022

Damn I love this tat!

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