Exploring the myriad mysteries of life, from beyond the furthest reaches of the universe to the quiet sanctuary of the human heart.
About Me
- Ralph F. Couey
- Pearl City, HI, United States
- Husband, father, grandfather, friend...a few of the roles acquired in 69 years of living. I keep an upbeat attitude, loving humor and the singular freedom of a perfect laugh. I don't let curmudgeons ruin my day; that only gives them power over me. Having experienced death once, I no longer fear it, although I am still frightened by the process of dying. I love to write because it allows me the freedom to vent those complex feelings that bounce restlessly off the walls of my mind; and express the beauty that can only be found within the human heart.
Thursday, December 31, 2020
A Journey Half-Done
Friday, December 25, 2020
So...This Was Christmas
Friday, December 18, 2020
Safe, Warm, and Surrounded by Love.
Thursday, December 03, 2020
Post #800
Saturday, November 28, 2020
Laughing
So I had an evening when time was hanging heavily on my hands, so I turned to that incredible piece of technology we euphemistically call a phone, but is actually more aptly described as a hand-held computer. I went to the YouTube© site and started by looking for the best John Wayne scenes from his movies. At one point, I happened across a piece of video taken from one of Don Rickle's many forays into network television (all unsuccessful, as it turned out). Rickles was hosting a variety show and one of his guests was The Duke. Well, as these searches sometimes go, that turned into a lot of video from Rickles' career. But while he was a superstar on the stage circuit (he was huge in Vegas), I think so much of his best work came from his interaction with the legendary late night talk show host Johnny Carson.
I pretty much grew up watching Carson. His monologues with which he opened his show were fabulous, and even when he had a joke that went flat, he had a way of rescuing the moment in a way that was incredibly funny. Carson had a universal appeal that went beyond the glitz and glamor of Hollywood and New York. A big part of that was his roots. He was a Midwesterner, born and bred in Nebraska, and even in the presence of such legends as Jack Benny, Frank Sinatra, and Dean Martin (I'm undoubtedly dating myself here), he struck the perfect balance between folksy and sophisticated. Even after he finally retired, the affection of his audience never faded. On one occasion, just a few months before his death, he was invited on the Letterman show to do a Top Ten list. He came out on stage, and the audience erupted in cheers, standing in tribute. The adulation went on so long that Carson abandoned the bit and eventually left the stage, I suspect moved to tears by the crowd's obvious affection. In the years since, there have been successors and wanna-be's, but in the minds of those who watched him all those years, there was only on Johnny Carson. And there'll never be another.
Anyway, as I began to scroll through the videos of Carson's unquestioned reign, I came upon one compilation that covered just about every appearance Don Rickles appeared on The Tonight Show during the decade of the 1970's. Rickles was known as primarily an insult comic, that is, getting his laughs through apparently putting down other people, even Carson himself. But those who knew Rickles privately were unanimous in their assessment that offstage, Don Rickles was a humble and gentle man, who treated people with unquestioned warmth and dignity. The schtick of insult was merely for the stage. The end result of his act was a kind of mad hilarity. Watching those snippets, I was transported back in time to a different era, where we were not nearly as obsessively sensitive about what people were saying. We still had the ability to laugh at ourselves, especially laughing at comedians laughing at us. The compilation lasted over an hour, and before it was even a quarter over, I had laughed myself into tears and rib pain. It felt wonderful. I hadn't laughed that long or hard at anything for...well, longer than I could remember. I felt something shake loose inside me and fall away, that dark shroud over my spirit put there by the events of the past year or so.
Now, I know that Don Rickles is, at least by today's standards, very much an acquired taste. And if you weren't around during that time, it probably won't mean anything to you. But his humor was never meant to be taken seriously or personally, and everyone knew it, especially his friends (very much including Carson) of which he had legions.
Monday, November 23, 2020
"Sailor Man"
Originally published in the Eugene, Oregon Morning Register, February 2, 1929, author unknown, but I feel reflected in these words.
Sailor Man
--Unknown
He was one who followed
Dreams and stars and ships;
They say the wind has fastened
Strange words upon his lips.
There was something secret
In the way that he would smile,
As if he could remember
The laughter of a child.
Wayward as a seagull
Lonely as a hawk;
Yet he believed in angels
And heard the dolphins talk.
They speak of him as careless
A whimsical salty stray;
Nothing ever held him
Longer than a day.
I truly think he swaggered
Playing the sailor’s part;
But the rock of his exterior
Hid a gentle heart.
He spent his life a-roaming
With this hope he did contend
That the other side of nowhere
Led him somewhere in the end.
Friday, November 20, 2020
The Year Without
Saturday, November 14, 2020
Peace, Healing, and Places
Fortunately, I have a place to go where this can happen. Just north of Hale'iwa Ali'i Beach Park, the shoreline curves seaward. There, a number of trees have taken root, their graceful branches arcing across the sand. It's a quiet place, away from nearly all of the tourist traffic. Swimmers don't come here much because the exposed lava rock beneath the surface make it a hazardous place for feet, hands, and elbows. But I don't go there to swim. Under the shade of those trees, I sit in my beach chair, stretch out my legs, and rest.
It was a mostly sunny day, a bit of a relief from the spotty showers that signal the onset of the wet season here. The trade winds were back, bringing a refreshing breeze which lowered the heat and kept the flies away. After getting settled, I leaned back and listened to the steady roll and wash of the surf, a sound that always relaxes me. Pretty soon, I began to see sea turtles floating among the rocks at the water's edge, occasionally sticking up a head to look around. The steady breeze crenelated the surface of the sea, but not harsh enough to raise whitecaps. It was a perfect, peaceful moment.
I sat there for several hours, not thinking about anything. I had brought a pad a pen along in case inspiration proffered, but I was content to sit quietly, and just...be.
I need this time. Unfortunately, the vicissitudes of life make it less available than I'd like, so when the opportunity presents itself, I head north.
I kind of lost track of the time as the afternoon passed. Above, puffy clouds slowly passed, only occasionally blocking the sun. I felt myself slowly relaxing, my muscles gradually relaxing to the point where scratching my nose felt like a major effort. I could hear the birds in the trees, singing their songs, occasionally descending to the sand where they wobbled past, giving me an inquisitive sidelong glance. Little insects skittered across the sand, always zipping landward when a wave got too close. With my mind empty and undistracted, all the details of life became visible.
Thursday, November 05, 2020
The View From Orbit; The Perspective of Eternity
Wednesday, November 04, 2020
About November 3rd...
Saturday, October 31, 2020
That Time Change Thing
Friday, October 23, 2020
A Different Kind of Holiday Season
Saturday, October 17, 2020
"Getting to Know You, Getting to Know All About You..."
Monday, October 12, 2020
The Context and Perspective of "Home"
Sunday, October 11, 2020
A Dream, and the Horse it Rode In On
--Yip Harburg
Friday, October 09, 2020
The Power of the Ballot
Friday, October 02, 2020
The Limp of Fear
Sunday, September 27, 2020
My Place of Peace and Healing
Tuesday, September 22, 2020
Poets, Love, and Death
Sunday, September 20, 2020
Taking Shelter Within a Game
Thursday, September 10, 2020
9/11: What Have We Learned?
Wednesday, September 09, 2020
Seasons
Monday, September 07, 2020
The Kansas City Chiefs and the Winds of Change
Friday, September 04, 2020
"All I Wanted Was a Darn Refrigerator"
Saturday, August 29, 2020
The Toughest Task of Parenting
Thursday, August 27, 2020
Thorn Rage
Thursday, August 20, 2020
Robots and the Dark Future of Labor
Saturday, August 15, 2020
A Badly-Needed Moment of Humor