"A Hole in Your Soul Where the Wind Blows Through"

I have always liked music. It stirs my very being. I know it is "common" to say such a thing but I still say it. My music taste is pretty diverse. My moods obviously tend to be influenced by music. I find most forms of music enjoyable though some have little of my attention. "Ghetto Music" and "Middle Eastern Folk" are not real high on my list.


I spend some of my time collecting music via downloads and other means. I like to assemble music onto CDs and the memory card in my phone. If one were to shuffle the music from the music player on my phone (Droid) you may get a blues songs by Lee Bryan followed by a song by the Ting Tings then a diddy by the Greencards followed by a Tom Petty tune and then perhaps songs by Dale Watson, Bob Dylan or The Bodeans. If you try it a second time it may start with Princes of the Universe by Queen followed by I'll be Around by the Spinners and then perhaps Malignant Narcissism (Live) by Rush.

Of all of the places I have ever lived, I have spent more time setting outside enjoying my backyard. It is still infested with Bamboo and we have very little grass that is actually growing, (see picture) but our secret garden is still magnificent. It's potential is awesome. Several times each week, we set, talk, drink a few beers and listen to music from my phone ( 16 GB SD card) through a cheap but pretty good sound system. I set the player to randomly play tunes . Yesterday I wrote down the play list of the music played. It was while setting on the Party Patio that I confessed to my wife that my new favorite TV show was "Glee". She then stated "It is official, you are gay!"

Read the list (below) and see how many that you "know"

If I ever open a pub (along with my microbrewery) This would be the music playing in the background.


This Dirty Little Town by Kieren Kane and Emmylou Harris


Mary Jane's Last Dance (live) by Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers


Things We Said Today by The Beatles


A Good Time Tonight by Kevin Fowler


Arkansas Blues by Hayes Carll


Texas Country by Chris Knight


One by U2 and Mary J . Blige


The Way You Look Tonight by Frank Sinatra


American Idoit (live) by Green Day


Copperhead Road (live) by Steve Earle


Mercury Blues (live) by David Lindley & Ry Cooder


Already Gone (live) by Eagles


I Don't Live Anymore (live) by Joe Bonamassa


Cortez the Killer (live) by Dave Matthews with Warren Haynes


Finger on the Trigger (live) Blue Edmonson Band


Public Domain by Jerry Jeff Walker


Sultan's of Swing (live) Dire Staits


Row of Dominos (live) by Joe Ely


Traveling Light by Robert Earl Keen, Jr.


December by Collective Soul


Sin Wagon by The Dixie Chicks


Jackson Station by The Band of Heathens


Can't See the Streets for My Tears by Coco Montoya


Rise by Eddie Vedder


House on the Hill by Seth James


Shattered by Of a Revolution (OAR)


Maureen by The Beat Farmers


Soap on a Rope by Chickenfoot


I'm Gonna Live Forever by Billy Joe Shaver


Stay with Me by Faces


Cold Grey Light of Dawn by Johnny Bush


Rollercoaster of Love by Red Hot Chili Peppers


Soy De San Louis by The Texas Tornados


Angry Eyes by Loggins and Messina


Victim of the Tomb by The Greencards


What is and What Should Be (live) by The Black Crowes with Jimmy Pages


The Wino and I Know by Jimmy Buffet


No One Loves Me and Neither Do You by Them Crooked Vultures


Bad Girlfriend by Theory of a Deadman


L.A. Woman by The Doors


Mississippi Queen (live) by Mountain


Pigs (live) by Roger Waters


Mustang Burn (live) by Jack Ingram


Black Magic Woman/Gypsy Queen (live) by Santana


Loan Me a Dime by Boz Skagg with Duane Allman


Nature's Way by Spirit


The Pretender by The Foo Fighters


Living in a Dream by The Arc Angels


South City Midnight Lady by The Doobie Brothers


Shanty Song by Jonathan Edwards


Dallas (live) The Flatlanders


Put the O Back in Country (live) by Shooter Jennings


Who's Gonna Build Your Wall by Tom Russell


Nights of Mystery (live) by Dan Baird


Hammer to Fall (live) by Queen


Forever Young by Bob Dylan


Crying, Waiting, Hoping by Marty Stewart and Steve Earle


The Last Laugh by Mark Knopfler and Van Morrison


Blaze of Glory by Bon Jovi


Who Knows by Walter Trout, Popa Chubby and Jimmy Thackery


My Seperate Reality by Gov't Mule


Jukebox Hero by Foriegner


Every Breath You Take by The Police


Watching the Wheels by John Lennon


Recovering The Satellites (live) by The Counting Crows


Sailin Shoes (live) Little Feat


Bears by Lyle Lovett


Highway Star (live) Deep Purple


Heroes by David Bowie


I Gotta a Feeling by The Blackeyed Peas



Till the next time........


The Third

Winter, Spring, Summer or Fall....

As I stated earlier one of my best friends came to town and visited me this past weekend. It was nice to see Roger. I do miss the concept of travelling around and seeing the sights, but I realize I miss the friends. (even though there was only one or two of them)

Thinking about it, I realize I have absolutely zero friends nearby. I go to the pub from time to time. Yes I like the beer, but to be honest, I love the conversation. My wife feels as if I ignore her. The fact is she is right. I am looking for a friend. None of the bar flies I have met are what I would consider friends. I mean they do not come by and visit and we don't meet for lunch from time to time. When I lived in Tomball, I had multiple friends. I could find someone to talk to or spend time with just about all the time. I still talk to a few of them from time to time. But I have not seen them in person in a pretty long time. My wife set up a facebook account for me so I can sort of keep in tune with the goings on of a few of them. Most of them are the youth (now adults) I used to mentor. Besides my wife gets on my facebook page and plays zoo, farm and cafe games. I am pretty sure my contacts on facebook think I am a true nerd. Then again they may feel that way anyway.

About a year ago I attempted to visit with my wife's youngest sister's husband. He lives nearby and from what I can see, he too does not have too many friends. Ok, he was my boss and try as he did to be open to a friendship, he could not allow his "boss" position be compromised. I asked him to meet me at local eatery (one I knew he liked) and that we could talk and have lunch. I insisted that I pay for it. When he showed up, he had his wife with him and he eventually paid for our meal. I even told him I really was looking for a friend. I guess he was not interested. What he wanted to chat about was mostly work related. It did not take long for me to realize our meeting was a waste of time.

We lived with one of the Mrs. The Third's brother. I have tried to enlist him as a friend. I admit he is nice enough but frankly his bi polar personality is very difficult to comprehend. My neighbor is nice enough except he is a primitive Baptist or COGIC "part time" minister. He is super friendly but I find little common ground between us. I am so afraid I would call him a heretic and then I could not even borrow tools from him. I gave him some Louisiana BBQ sauce for Christmas and he was appreciative but that is about it.

I have tried to be a friend to our landlord. He is a really nice guy but I think he seem too busy for me.

Yes I am trying to get a job. First of all it would get me off of the couch and bring a little more needed jingle in our bank account. I might find a friend or two as well.

I wrote an earlier blog about my search for six people to carry my casket from the the church. I guess my survivors could find someone for that task. But I have to admit I really need a friend.

Your Friend,

The Third

Stages, Phases or Transitions ?

In the early Spring of 1969, I was setting in the bedroom of Steve Thweatt, my future college roommate at LSU. He handed me the album cover of a new record that he had recently purchased. As I looked at the artwork he placed the stylus on the first track of side one of the album and staccato beat of an electric guitar filled the room. ....."In the days of my youth, I was told what it means to be a man, Now I've reached that age, I've tried to do all those things the best I can. No matter how I try, I find my way into the same old jam. *Good Times, Bad Times, you know I had my share"

We lived in a small town just north of Houston, Texas. We attended a small Catholic Church and I was pretty involved in a lot of it's activities. To this day, some of my proudest and fondest memories come from that stage in my life. We became closely connected to a lot of our fellow parishioners and still remain friends with a lot of them albeit we rarely speak to or see them. Through the years we noticed that our parish was having some problems with leadership. Our pastor and deacon were both unceremoniously dumped and we found ourselves with a new guy. The parish had splintered in to various factions and frankly it was rapidly getting worse. One grey Sunday morning "Father Mickey" stood before the divided congregation and gave his first homily as the new "administrator" of the parish. I do not remember much from that sermon except his closing words. His words are embedded into my very soul. "The best is yet to come."

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My last post was not intended to besmirch my last employer. Nor was it some sort of lament of someone who was grieving for days gone by. I was only trying to put closure on the matter.

This past Saturday and Sunday I had the chance to visit with my friend Roger, (Bub). He is from The Amish Country in Pa. and is the person I have "roomed" with mostly in my tenure with my last and most recent employer. He remains in their employ. I consider this man one of the best friends I have ever had. It was either while drinking a cold beer at a local pub or setting out on the party patio that we both realized that although we would always be friends, we probably will see a lot less of each other in the future. I even accepted that it could well be the last time actually, but as I shook my friends hand yesterday and drove away from his motel I actually had a feeling of tranquility. Bub and I had always kept everything on the table. That is what is good about a real friend.

I find myself looking back at my life's experience from time to time. I tend to classify certain points of my life as either stages, phases or transitions. I am attempting to decide what the last five years has been.

Now over 10 years later Fred's words are ringing in my ear. I have let myself slide into a feeling that I was reaching my December years and that I would have to face that fact. I have moved to a new town and I have allowed myself to just "get along" .... but you know, there still is a spark within me and an inner voice and it is saying "horseshit"

Yes I have had good times and bad times and I know I face an uncertain future. We all do.

It is a future I am looking forward to.

(It is Monday April 5, 2010 and I have just finished writing this blog. I went outside to feed Latifah and I sat on the party patio and looked into my yard. In my rose bed I saw the first bloom of the year) Below is a pic of what I saw.

The best is yet to come.......................

The Third

Post Script:

I rarely do this on my blog but I feel compelled to now.

Thank you J.R. for reminding me that the best wisdom and inspiration still comes from God. Thank you Tami for calling me a "great writer". I must admit my very favorite writer is Paul of Tarsus. I would like to think that if he were alive today, his epistles would be called blogs and be a lot like mine.

Now if only more people would realize what a fascinating "read" I can be.

What a long strange trip it has been

A while back I received a letter from The Power Load ( the place I have been "employed" for the past 4 or so years). It essentially said thanks and "good luck with my future endeavors". The really cool thing was that it was actually pink. After all of these years I have finally received a pink slip. From "family" to boot! I've learned that I was not the only employee to receive the boot. They did not let everyone go. It seems that if one had been fired or quit before, their job tended to be more secure. That is pretty eschewed.

The day after I received the letter I purchased a local paper and finally decided to "look for a job". The pickings were slim. They still are. I have realized since the later part of 2008, work was significantly slowing down. I also began to realize that I have somehow slipped out of favor with my in laws. I am somewhat confused as to why actually. Although I respect them, I still think both of them can be pretty much ignorant at times. I know that may sound harsh or disrespectful, but it is not intended to be that way. I continued to work for them and I kept hoping that I was wrong or that things would turn around. I knew I should be looking for employment elsewhere yet I convinced myself that I would have sufficient work with the Power Load. My last sojourn was at the beginning of this year in Hobbs, New Mexico. The facts that the end had come were abundantly clear. My brother in law placed me on the "shit detail". It was his petty way of reminding himself he was still the boss for one last time. I am beginning to think his employees are right when they call him a douche! As I left to return home I did not tell my fellow workers to be careful as I had always done in the past. Instead I simply said "good luck".

The job/task that I performed was not so unique that no other could do it. I was expendable. I will say that I was the best at what I did. That is not bragging. I really was the best. With the personnel that remain with the Power Load, I am confident that they can still perform well enough. The decision of my in laws to "trim the sails" was probably not an easy decision but in the end result, not a bad one. I would not be surprised if others will receive a pink letter soon.

So I looked a little closer in the newspaper and I found a job that caught my eye. I have applied for several more as well. I hope and pray I get a job soon. I am going nuts setting on the couch here. Yet I will miss working for The Power Load.

You can not work somewhere for four plus years and not have a certain amount of interaction with the people you work with. You do not need to be friends with them. You do not even have to like them. Over time you do establish a relationship with them. In some instances you develop actual friendships. Of all of my co workers (excluding my gregarious son in law and my wife's highly personable older brother) only two would fit that category. I shall really miss them. I do not think I will miss many of the others.

Over the last several weeks I have received a few phone calls from former work associates. Each tried to determine if I had or had not received a "pink slip". I was pretty coy with each of them. Some volunteered that in fact, they had received such notification. Yesterday someone called me and asked how I was doing. I had "assumed" that he was still employed and much to my surprise he too was terminated. I admit there was no reason that he should still be employed. Hell he is referred as The Company Bitch. I do sympathize with him though. I am not that heartless.

I liked the idea of setting at a bar drinking local beers in Montana; Michigan; California; Oregon; Colorado;New Mexico; Minnesota; Utah; Washington; Maryland;Louisiana; Illinois; North Dakota; New Hampshire; Florida; Kentucky; North and South Carolina; West Virginia; Texas or Maine and talking to one of my friends and family back home. Although I would not want to ever do it again, I did enjoy actually being stranded on I-80 in Rawlings, Wyoming due to a snow storm. I enjoyed a "Pink's Hot Dog" on the beach in Malibu and downing a Smuttynose on the banks of Lake Winnipesaukee. I will miss finally eating fresh caught Walleye in Minnesota and drinking a fresh Red Trolley near San Diego. I shall miss eating Lobster and Chowdah in Portland Maine and having a Dead Guy Ale at the Rouge Ale House in Portland, Oregon. I shall miss having another Oyster Po Boy at Rocky and Carlos' and drinking a 312 while setting at a bar at O'Hara. Who knows if or when I will be able to be in Ontario, Canada and have a cold Sleeman's or Ontario, California having another "Double Double" I know I will miss setting next to Bub at countless Bumble Bee's drinking a Brutus or taking a Pub Crawl with The Blue Whale.

I will not forget New England, Niagara Falls, Mt. Rainier, the Mojave/Mohave Desert or The Big Sky Country. I will miss the Rockies, The Appalachians, The Ozarks, The Sierras and drinking beers from New Glarus Brewery. (available only in Wisconsin) I will miss the 13 below weather in New Hampshire and the plus 100 weather in Georgia. I will miss picking up Basque Marinating Sauce in Bakersfield, Bill Miller's BBQ Sauce in Lafayette and Salmon Seasoning in Federal Way. ( Home of Sanjaya Malakar and Apolo Anton Ohno) I will miss Northern Wisconsin and the UP in the fall. I will miss Flagstaff in the winter. I will miss Denver in the spring and Portland Oregon in the summer.

Who knows if I will ever be able to visit another micro brewery and sample their wonderful offerings. I crossed the Mississippi on every bridge that crosses it. I have been on The George Washinigton, The Mighty Mac, Golden Gate, Tacoma Narrows, Royal Gorge, Tapinzee, Brooklyn, and New River Gorge, bridges. In addition to the Mississippi, I have crossed the Ohio and Missouri, Arkansas, Tennessee, Colorado, and Kansas Rivers as well as the Wabash, Pecos, Sabine, Atchafalaya, Pearl, James and Gila, St Lawrence, Hudson, Deschutes, Brazos, Columbia, Willamette. Kern. Chattahoochee, and the "three rivers" Allegheny, Susquehanna and Manogohila. I have crossed the Red, Green, Black, Brown, Blue (Bayou), White and Yellowstone. Also I crossed the Suwanee, Rio Grande Wichita, Ouachita, Calcasieu, San Joaquin, Sacramento, Mermatau, Merced, Tulare, Canadian, Platte, Snake, Duck and Frog Rivers I have cross the Erie Canal as well as the Intra Coastal canal
I have seen St Johns, Biscayne, Baffin, San Francisco, and Chesapeake Bays,;Puget Sound and even Owen Dry Lake. I have seen the Great Salt Lake, Lake Pontchartrain and all of the great lakes. I have seen several national parks (see earlier blogs)

I have crossed the Mason Dixon and, The "36-30 Line" Cumberland Gap, Beartooth, Tehatchipiti, Barlow, Grapevine, Loveland, Lehmi, and Donner Passes; The Continental Divide, and every time zone in the lower 48. I have been to the one hundred largest cities in America except Anchorage Alaska and Honolulu, Hawaii. I have been to over 80 places that make beer on their premises and drank beer in everyone of them. I have been to China Towns, Little Italies, German Towns, multiple Indian Nations, The French Quarter and Amish Country.

I have been on Interstates 10, 20, 30 40, 70, 80 and 90. (there is no I-50 or I 60) Also I- 95, 85, 75, 65, 55, 45, 35 (of course) 25, 15 and The 5. I have been from Chicago to St, Louis; Oklahoma City, Amarillo, Gallop, New Mexico, Flagstaff, Arizona, Winona, Kingman, Barstow and San Bernadino. Yes I have stood on a corner in Winslow Arizona.

As my mother once said "All things must pass".

Now I move onward.

I once wrote a blog and I mentioned many of the people I have worked with. Several of my coworkers did read that blog and told me that they really liked it. I have always tried to be polite and not say too much that would tend taint anyone too much. With a few exceptions, I did not invite too many of my co workers to my home. In fact, I am happy that most of them do not know where I live. Most of the people I worked with gave me an outward impression that they liked me. I am wise enough to see through such facade. A few such as JC, The Lamentor, and The Company Bitch go down on my list as complete incompetents.

My beer drinking friends are the ones I shall miss. I enjoyed the pub crawls. I hope Bub finally gets off the road and settles down and I hope BW finds a man who loves her and and is devoted to only her. I am grateful to my Sister and Brother in Law to allow me the life experience I have detailed. I realize they do not respect me much but that is ok with me. I have been critical and sarcastic of them from times to time here and I do not retract anything I say. My gratitude far outweighs any animosities or feeling of ill will that I may have towards them.

In summation I could say that working with the Power Load has been fun. No....it was miserable.

Well.........

Lets say that it was bittersweet.

I did a great job and......

I did not suck!!!!!

The Third

"..you know what I mean...man?"

I take this time to admit that I was pretty wrong last year. I ranted about season 8 of American Idol and particularly about the person who I felt was getting far more attention than his talent deserved. America's newest "gay" sweetheart is actually damn good. He has played the game perfectly. Recently the Mrs. The Third and I had lunch at Chuy's in Austin and as we walked in, Adam Lambert was singing in the background. I actually liked the song.

So once again I review American Idol and once again make my predictions.

First of all the rant is that this year's group is talent laden. Bullshit !!!!

Only three are actually "decent" singers. I know I am opionated but let's face it none of them are even close to the singing caliber of former A.I. winner Taylor Hicks.

This year's chosen one is a dreadlocked wide assed, pierced, single mom, multi tattooed, smart assed, foul mouthed street urchen. Last night's episode gave us what we all expected. Her singing a Janis song. Not only did she sing a Janis Joplin song, she sang THE Janis song. She blew it. Oh the judges fawned all over her but it really was not that special. In retrospect she would have done better leaving America to fantasize the comparison between her and Pearl.

Big Mike was my initial favorite. I pegged him during his initial try out. But there is something about him that seems eschewed. He will be a recording artist and do pretty good. That does not mean that he will win American Idol.

That leaves Siobhan. First of all she has a cool Celtic name. She has a weeping father. She has tattoos too. She screams like a banshee. She is nerdy yet hot. She probably is the weakest singer of the three.

It is Wednesday morning and I am actually watching last night's final 11 episode. So I will make my prediction on the order of finish


Ok. A few explanations first.

First of all we as the listeners have been forced to listen to what "they" tell us to listen to. Although a level of talent is essential, a good musician and good voice does not always mean too much. Think about it. the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame includes Grand Master Flash and the Furious Five as well as Abba yet the Moody Blues and Kiss are excluded. Country music forced The Judd's and Taylor Swift upon us while excluding Steve Earle and Townes Van Zandt.

The other thing you have to realize is that your "votes" really do not count much. The order of finish in American Idol is scripted about as much as kay fobed professional wrestling. Just as in the later, the winner is predetermined. The contestants are given a time frame of their "match" and then the winner is revealed. That being in mind I hereby submit the countdown to this year's American Idol winner.

There are 11 remaining contestants and I shall break down the result to the winner by breaking the group in four sets. (three of three and one of two)

Group One

Tim goes home tonight. He was already rejected by the judges. I do not think the judges want one of their "rejects" to go on tour with the rest of the contestants.

Paige or Andrew will go home next week. Paige really should go tonight but the judges want at least one black female on tour. For that reason (and the reason I just cited) she beats out Tim.

Andrew goes next. (He is Latin and once again his ethnicity helps him.)

Of the three mentioned I feel Tim is actually the best "entertainer".


Group Two



These three go next. I think the order I have them in will be the exit order but regardless these are the next three. Some may argue Katie should be in this group, but she is so cute I feel the "judges" will keep her around

Didi. She barely makes this group. I must admit the Latino vote and the judges desire to have at least one brown skinned dude a little longer may result in her leaving prior to Andrew. (see above)
Lee (not a bad singer but does not have wow factor) Yes I know is a fan fav. He is handsome and the girls like him, but the judges consist of three people who like chicks rather than guys. But I still feel he will not make the top five.
Aaron (Too young. He needs to be in the cast of Glee along with Tim and Katie) If the judges use their "second chance" they will use it for him. But I think he goes the next week.

Group Three

Katie (Cute get votes. But .....when you are in top five, talent will start to win out) She is here because the judges want a third female in top five. (Lee and Aaron are better as well as Tim for that matter)
Casey When it comes down to either him or Mike as last guy. I think he will lose.
Mike (The judges say this is the year for the girls and By Gawd they will not be proven wrong)



Group Four (the finals)


Crystal (at least she owns a Martin)









Siobhan





Siobhan says "wicked cool" (of course she is from New England) She is good on the eyes. She can sing. She screams and She is female. American Idol really wants a female to win this year. I mean they really want a female to win. Dawg says she is "dope". Mike is not female and Crystal's"bad ass" image diminishes her female side.

So my prediction is that Siobhan Magnus will win.




So stick around. I might be wrong as I was last year. But I might be right too.





"I've got mad love for you"











The Third





Post Script





My prediction for the replacement of Simon Cowell........... Well it could be T. Bone Burnett. Then again it could be Billy Ray Cyrus. But I think it will be...........








David Foster.

New Testaments

I have been going through a catharsis lately. The lack of work, the cold and wet weather and being stuck in the house is beginning to work on my mental health. I have noticed how quickly things change. I realize now that due to my time in this life that I can somehow quantify things clearer.

As John Lennon said so many years ago. "I've always been a dreamer, but I'm not the only one." I was born on the state line between Texas and Louisiana at the beginning of the 50's decade. I began life in the early 60's when I watched four chaps from Liverpool singing on a "really beeee gaaa shoe". For the past year or so, I have attempted to put that life in electronic written form


I am rapidly approaching my 100th blog. I began my blog back in 2008 and at the time I felt I could chronicle the various beers and ales that I was sampling while on the road. I never truly stuck to the concept and as time passed I allowed my muse to wonder all over the place. I have talked about reality television, including American Idol and Kate and her brood. I have written about modern day pirates and rogues. I have detailed my travels and my life experiences. I wrote a detailed rambling and journal of my 1969 trip to Woodstock and I have on at least two occasions, went into some of the history of my father's family. Along the way I have talked about beer and thingsbeer ( a term I coined actually). I have to admit that it has never truly taken flight. I have ranted. I have bemoaned. I have written about the people and places I have worked and I have written of things that somehow mean something to me but not always to anyone else. Few people actually read these meanderings. I have fantasized about my dream to open a brewery (now to be called Big Cat Brewing Company) and or be a television personality. I have written about wrestling as well as my favorite college's sports teams. I have talked about some of my pub crawls as well as bragged upon places that I have been. I have written about some of my favorite watering holes. Yes it is mostly blabble but it is my blabble.
My wife has set me up with facebook and I now have learned enough to be able to follow tweets. Although I would like to think people would be interested in what I have had to say, I have come to the conclusion that today's people are more inclined to live on sound bites or short blurbs. Facebook and Twitter are certainly more suited for it. They would must rather see the movie than set and read the book. My wife still enters my facebook page and tends a garden/zoo and cafe for me. She has requested several people I have known in the past to be my "friends" Mostly they are kids (now adults) who I interacted with in the past. I am sure all of my "cute" sayings and posts there are mostly overlooked when they see how "in to" I am with my farm/zoo/cafe. Even still it is good to see that most of them are doing very well in life.

I have tried to advertise / promote this blog there. Thus far I have not had much success.
But yes I continue to write. I have not given up on my blog. At the very least I will write my 100th blog before I sign off. I tend to believe that my words will tend to live on and one day they will be reveled as what they are intended to be. .......New testaments of sorts.


In the mean while I will dream on and look forward to drinking a ice cold Big Cat..........


Ireland Forever (Erin Go Braugh)


The Third

The Steady Hand to Victory

Well it now soon to be St. Paddy's Day again. I have always been proud of my Irish heritage. I admit it was drummed into me by my grandfather and father. But then again Sullivan or O'Sullivan is the third most common Irish name (behind Murphy and Kelly) in the world. Walsh is the fourth most common Irish name and my great great great grandmother was a Walsh. My great great grandmother was an O'Keefe. O'Sullivan or Sullivan is derived from Súilleabháin an Irish Chieftain born in 1193. He is considered the Patriarch of the Clan. The name is Gaelic for "dark-eyed". O’Sullivan is an ancient family. It is universally agreed upon, by all credible annalists and historians, that it represents the most senior bloodline of the Gaelic families. The royal family of the Gaelic Celts in Ireland was known as the Eoghanacht (pronounced Owen-noct), the descendants of Eoghan (pronounced Owen). The most senior branch of the Eoghanacht was the O’Sullivan clan. The significance of this can only be appreciated by comparing the status of the old Irish aristocracy with that of the rest of Europe. If the Irish had followed the English system of royal descent by primogeniture, and if Ireland had maintained its independence from England, an O’Sullivan would be king of Ireland today.

Only a few Irish families have received a battle flag.

Ours is shown above. If I ever were to get a tattoo that is what I would get.

There are three Septs of the family.

O'Sullivan-MacCragh

O'Sullivan-Mor

O'Sullivan-Beare

My branch of the O'Sullivan family tree is from the latter. The O'Sullivan-Beare Sept of the family hails from Counties Cork and Kerry. My great great grandfather (Michael Tomas O'Sullivan) was from County Cork. The family crest shown is the crest of O'Sullivan-Beare sept.

Tartans or family plaids are an old Celtic tradition. Nearly every family in Scotland has a family Tartan. In many cases they have several different ones. A hunting tartan or a formal tartan etc. Most families in Ireland have tartans. Only one Irish Family has more than one.

These tartans can be worn as ties or jackets, scarfs, hats and of course kilts. Theoretically one should only wear a tartan of his or her family or Sept. Or one can wear their country's tartan or the tartan of the County of their family's origin.

I have always fantasized that one day I would be wealthy enough to owned a full kilt kit. The kilt would be made of my family's tartan. I have several to choose from.

Pog Mo Thoin

The Third