WHOOPSIE!

HAVE A NICE DAY!

SAM

GOODBYE WALT!

Observation of the Day!

Part of my daily routine is to go to the Beach Club in the afternoon to read. Somehow reading with the Pacific outside the window and people wandering in and out is better than reading in a condo, isolated from the world.

Yesterday, I was reading and Barb was setting up a little going away party for one of the residents. It turns out it was for Walt. He is probably in his late eighties. Apparently, he is going to live with his son. He and his caregiver come to the club every day about five to have his daily glass of wine. You can almost set your clock by their cocktail hour. Walt has a wonderful sense of humor and the Beach Club employees love him.

About twenty guests began to arrive. They were his Coronado friends. What I noticed was that there was only two males and the rest females. Walter, you old dog.

I want to leave this place Walt's way. I want to be surrounded by beautiful ladies, who are my friends. Walt is a man after my own heart.

Good luck,Walt. You will be missed at the old Beach Club.

Have a nice day!

Sam

SLIGHTLY STOOPID!

Observation of the Day!

You can't make this stuff up. I saw Tom Jones at this music bar. They sent out this email to apologize for the above.

Autism Tree Project Benefit Update

The Belly Up offers their sincerest apologies for any misunderstanding about the April 15th charitable fundraiser for Autistic Children email. The band that is playing for this charitable event is called Slightly Stoopid, spelled with two oo's. It was never our intent nor the intent of Autism Tree Project to suggest that the name of the event is called Slightly Stoopid.

We apologize to anyone who may have misunderstood our previous email, however, we are proud to be a part of this event and grateful to the band for their community contribution as this event will raise thousands of dollars for the charity. We encourage anyone who cannot attend to donate to the cause by visiting www.autismtreeproject.org.

Sincerely,
The Belly Up Staff

Have a nice day!

Sammy

GO HOME, JUST GO HOME

Observation of the Day!

Don't get me wrong, I deplore the bonuses to Wall Street and AIG. Congress and the Treasury wrote the rules, and then changed them to cover their ass. It is like saying there is no more three point shot after the game was lost by the home team on a three point shot.

In the mean time we, who played by the rules, have seen our retirement sink almost in half and our real estate rot away. A pox on every Congressman. And don't think it would be any different if the Republicans were in charge.

Can approval ratings go below zero. I hope so.

Would Congress please take a vacation and go home, where they can't do any more damage.

Sincerely

One pissed of citizen.

On the other hand. Have a nice day!

Samuel C. Arnold

THE PROSPECT!

Observation of the Day!

Last night I took in my first baseball game of the season. It wasn't a Spring Training game. It was a college game, San Diego State vs UNLV. The reason a couple of friends and I ventured out to campus was that Stephen Straussberg was going to pitch. There were others to do the same as it was the third largest crowd ever for an Aztec baseball game.

Straussberg is expected to be the overall first round pick in the upcoming major league draft. He has it all. He is 6'5", 220 lbs and a 100 mph fast ball. Last night he went seven innings allowing two runs on six hits and one walk. Oh and yes, he struck out only fourteen. He is a sure bet.

Now let's hope he doesn't hurt his arm like Prior and Wood. Neal Patton,my friend I attended wi th was a prospect who turned down the draft and went to SDSU. Then he hurt his arm and his dreams were gone. He etill thinks about that. I have another friend who was also a prospect who hurt his arm. He is from Peru, which doesn't have much baseball, and he pitched in the Dominican at 17. He still has regrets over not making it in a game he clearly loves. Take care of your arm Steve.

San Diego State should be a contender every year, but are mostly also rans. When Tony Gwynn was named manager at the field that bears his name, everyone said that he would be a recruiting genius. What kid wouldn't want to play for a Hall of Famer? I don't mean to demean one of the best hitters of all time, but the word around is that he a little lazy. Today he creates a big shadow, but, unfortuneately, it eminates from a really fat man. He reminds me of the late great Kirby Puckett. Aside from coming out to give the lineups and the ground rules, he sat on the bench while is primary coach seemed to be running the game.

It was a fun evening and I know when Straussberg makes the bigs, I will bore people everytime he pitchs with this story. 'I saw him pitch in college."

Play Ball!

Sam

THE SEASONS OF YOUR LIFE!

Seasons :

Summer's gone
It could not stay
It ran it´s path
it´s yesterday

Like a moment's fire
That lost it´s burn
It faded it fast
And won't return

So I walk on
And make my memories
And hope is not gone
Because I still believe
there´s a reason
for passing time
These are the
seasons of my life

I´ve long for spring
In the winter's cold
I felt the sting
Of the unknown
My frozen heart
Held me bound
Until the time
It turns around

So I walk on
And make my memories
And hope's not gone
Because I still believe
there´s a reason
for passing time
This are the
seasons of my life

There more I live
The more I grows
No more than this
Is all I know
For time has run
But I don´t mind
For life's begone
Once more inside

So I walk on
And make my memories
And hope's not gone
Because I still believe
there´s a reason
for passing time
These are the
seasons of my life

Seasons from Tom Jones new CD 24 hours.

Please find the song and play it along with the lyrics.

SEE MY FACE ON FACEBOOK!

Observation of the Day!

As a man of the 21st century, I joined Facebook. It is an interesting activity, but I get confused. Friends get all mixed in with each other. The good part is I really connect with some old friends, relatives and people I don't even know. I still don't know exactly how it all works. When Doe joined Facebook, I said, "I'll be damned."

I wrote about Twitter a few months ago. I considered myself a real man of the 21st century, when I found out about twitterng. However, I really don't know how to Twit. At least I know what it is, but I don't think instant messages like, "I am eating a ham sandwich" is very interesting to any one except for a research project on the eating habits of the old.

I discovered texting on the magic cell phone. This is not so unique, but for an old fart like me to use text is kind of rare in my generation. It really keeps me in touch with my young friends. It is much more efficient than voice mail. It is like voice mail except the long winded and boring greetings are not there. "Sorry, I am not here, please leave a message etc, etc". I know you are not there because I got voice mail, dummy.

Thanks for reading my Blog, calling me, writing on my wall, texting me, voice mailing me, twiting me, emailing me and thinking of me every once in a while. I love you all.

In the mean time I will continue to trudge on through the 21st century happy as a clam and a pig in s**t.

Have a nice day!

Sammy C