Rise

 There are many meanings and synonyms for rise.  I suggest you get to a good online dictionary or even a printed one to check them out.

Here I'm referring to the distance from the crotch to the waistline on trousers.

Since Jr High, I've had a particular way I like my clothes cut.  No boring details save for an incident back then.

I was fortunate to be able to buy clothes from department stores mostly.  One of the services provided was free alteration.

I bought a pair if pants and went right to the tailor at the store.

I preferred the low rise.  That's the waist set at the navel or slightly below.

The tailor preferred the high rise. or up above the navel.

I asked him to low rise cut.  He insisted on high rise.

I plainly asked for low, as they were MY pants.  He ignored me.  

I adjusted the waist where I wanted it.  He yanked the waist up rather forcefully.

As a result, I said no thanks and left with the pants uncut.

I took them to an elderly mom and pop tailor in our neighborhood.

He was used to the customer being right and didn't try to push anything on one.  A master tailor, he was a craftsman who altered and made good clothes that made one feel good and appear well.  Self confidence was his greatest gift.  

The other guy was just the opposite.

Low rise they were and lasted for years.

My choice.  Not another's.

Sometimes no charge isn't really free if we are told what to do.  

Sometimes we have to pay for what's right.

Hope Not Hopium

 I remember Dante's Inferno.  There was a sign over the entrance to hades which said, 'Abandon Hope, All Ye Who Enter Here'.  Trust and faith were out the window.

I have hope for the future, both personally and nationally, even globally.  Freedom will rise and shine.  I'm confident that will be obtained.

Work, details to commitment are in play.  We want success.  We don't just say it'll get better.  That would be a lofty ideal with no substance.  

Our enemies fill the air with hopium aka false hope.  They lie, deceive and try to keep people's minds of the truth.

The truth always defeats falsity, sooner or later.  

Hope is clear.

Hopium is cloudy.

Expect results when one works at truth.

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Dad's Character

 I've spoken of this before.  I'll talk about it forever.

Oddly, I wondered what my Dad taught me.  

As far as 'fighting back', that's a foregone conclusion who taught me what.

My GreatGrandmother taught me to fight with words.

My brother taught me to physically fight.

My brother from another mother taught me to fight spiritually.

And my Dad always comes to mind.  But why?

Mrs S simply said, ''Content of character''.

He did the right thing.

Immediately, I remembered the story of a young Jewish boy who was being bullied and outnumbered.

My Father came to his side and stopped that.

The other kid became a lifelong friend and family doctor.  He lived just up the street and sometimes made housecall.  This doctor was gwenerous and strong.

My Dad siding with himwas a seminal moment.

He risked injury to save someone from certain pain, though they took their licks.

There were many instances where Dad chose the right thing.

Sometimes it's costly.  Others the rewards were invisible.  Some money, a job, to not backing down from principle.  A word of encouragement, giving someone or something a start.

He did the right thing for me.

I think why I puzzled over what Dad gave me was easily explained.

He did the right thing daily, naturally.

That's my true inheritance  My legacy perhaps even destiny

Just passing it on.

IPC

 It's time for the Last Row Party.

This is produced by the Indianapolis Press Club Foundation to raise money for journalism students.

Quality of journalism is indeed variable/debatable.  But it's an interesting time.

The last 3 drivers for the 500 are roasted and there is food and humor as well as camaraderie.

Also there are neat t-shirts commemorating the event.

What it means most is memories of the Indianapolis Press Club.

It was a rec room for legislators, newspeople and associates; aplace where people could let down there hair, get a few drinks and a good meal.

Having been in radio and doing news, sports and documentaries, I qualified as a member and was sponsored by a local news celebrity.

I knew many of the folks just across the street at the State Capitol.  We talked confidentially and openly on many subjects.  We also shot the breeze in comfort.

I also took my family for lunch/dinner and it was a great private meeting place for BurlyRose Productions where showbiz people could relax unnoticed.

I never went to TLRP til after sadly the Club closed.

The girls tending bar and the manager said I should go, so I finally did.

Honesty was the best policy at the Club.

Perhaps it was closed because of how compromised politics and MSM have devolved.

So other places to meet?

Well, that varies and is a confidential other story.

Prophecy

 Predictions.  Sometimes.

Inspiration certainly.

There are famous accounts and quite dramatic events spurred on by movies.  There are a lot more quiet almost workaday moments that may build.

Foresight  is one thing.  How you relate it is another.  

Rarely does getting in another's face and even shouting end positively.  Sometimes though, things come to a crisis/precipice.

Inspired poet/writer comes closest to prophet to me.  

Find the best way to communicate.  

Perhaps you will inspire others.

Impressions

 Impressions are initial feelings.

Perceptions are insights.

The proof is in the pudding.

Balance head and heart.

For weal or woe.

Work.