Dia de Madres

The newsgroup has remained quiet today.. For good reasons .. This is the day
that the women and especially the mothers, in our lives receive the respect
and recognition they deserve.. Motorcycles are quiet and the ones who are
out running, are usually two up, with our favorite lady perched on the
passenger pad..Whether she is the love of our life and mother of our
children, or the one who brought us into this world, makes no
difference..The girlfriend we admire is or will be a mother.. Our lifetime
companion is or will bring the special joys and pleasures of producing the
ones who we will leave as the monuments of our legacy.. And the mothers who
brought us here and guided us to adult beings, all deserve the gratitude and
respect that we can impose on them.. This is a day to honor and respect
these wondrous members of our society.. This is a day set aside that we can
embrace her and gently say "thanks" as we place a kiss on her face.. A day
to treat her as a queen and the matron of the kingdom of man.. My Vulcan sat
on the patio today.. Idle, with the exception of a trip to the mall, where I
shopped for some token of respect and pure love.. I prowled the stores
looking for that gift that could appropriately express the love.. While
walking.. looking and wondering what gift could be bought to measure up, it
occured to me, that the gift I searched for was not in that huge center of
majestic shopping.. I had ridden my motorcycle past the only place that
could offer the kind of compassion and love that I was desperately searching
for.. I went into a florist shop and bought one perfect white rose.. The
clerk was silent as she watched me examine each flower to select the one
that was perfect.. She had offered me various bouquets, arrnaged elegantly
and beautiful.. She offered me the card to accompany my flower as she
tastefully protected it in the cellophane wrapping.. I thanked her and
declined the card..When she handed me the rose, I asked "What do I owe
you".. She replied.. "Nothing sir, thank you for your thoughtfulness"..As I
left the little florist shop, her curious response played through my mind
and I could not help but return.. When her customer left, I commented to
her.. "I am sorry, but I don't remember sharing my thoughts with you, why
did you make that comment to me" .. She smiled at me with the beauty that
some of us have never enjoyed.. "Sir.. you spoke little when you were
here.. The expression on your face and the look in your eyes told me, the
woman of your life will receive the perfect gift from you today.. Your care
in the selection of the most perfect bloom in my stock, today and the love
with which you deliver that perfect flower says more than all the words or
any amount of money could purchase.. That Sir, is why I gave you that flower
and thanked you for your thoughtfulness..When I returned home, I presented
that perfect rose to the woman who is foremost in my life.. I embraced her
and told her "I love you more than life itself".. The tears filled her eyes
and I then said "Please get ready, I would be honored to escort you to
church, so that I may thank my God for blessing me with such a wonderful
creature to share my life".. That quiet smile has been on her beautiful face
this entire day.. Thank you Mother's .. one and all.. You are all truly the
Lord's blessing for all us mortal men..

Your friend in Irving
Bill Walker

 

Interesting.. Not a good call, but interesting.. How did you address the
mother in your life during the special day of tribute to her..??????????

Bill Walker
Irving, Tx.

 

D'ja catch that he forgot to get a gift until the last minute, too?

 

Ah.. the crowd gathers.. No matter the issue.. Patience.. Patience..
grasshopper ..you still have miles to go.. Each one reveals a little more
about your character..Thanks..

 

ROTLMAO!! Thanks for the laugh!

Morgan Kane wrote:

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thanks,
tw (SPAM FILTER: Take out MY BIKE to reply)
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2004 KLR650
2000 YZF600R
1981 GPz550

 

LOL.. yep.. and you have just revealed more about your character than
anything I or anyone else could ever say about you.. Thank you for the
insight...

 

It is always a bit more enlightening when the cheap seats of the "wannabes"
speak up.. Sorry for the confusion about your assumed alias, that you post
under.. Limited imagination makes the selections of those nicknames
difficult to distinguish one from the other, especially when the content of
the posts are so similar.. I'm not sure whether you are the poster that
flexed his opinion that if he could find me, he'd do something about me
(?).. By the time he completed that threat my address was posted and
verified by another "poser".. by tax records.. Was that you ? Or, are you
the one who blazed on here, complaining about some kind of attack on your
nameless friend ? Ah well.. same category.. Sorry about not being able to
include your name on the "most detestible list" at this time.. Those that
are listed have "earned" their place on that list of "Designer Bikers" who
are "posers".. Your juvenile and insignificance presence hasn't been notable
enough to consider your inclusion.. Hanger's-ons and just merely "wannabes"
don't count.. Please remain amused and keep contributing.. who knows, maybe
by the time you are mature, you can enjoy the contempt the ones on this list
enjoy.. BTW.. Even after the address was posted, no one has ventured onto my
corner in this Mobile Home Park where I have lived for more than twenty
years.. Cheers.. kiddo..

Bill Walker
Irving, Tx.

 

Sorry.. Your concept of "fun" is not "amusing" to me, or to many..The
original post was not intended to amuse or entertain.. I shared something
and reminded all of us, of a very special day.. Your response is typical of
the mindset that seems determined to gain control of a public forum and
newsgroup.. I've been accused of molesting my son, being senile, a psycopath
and so many other descriptions, there are too many to list.. The critical
responses to a post that could not offend anyone, has been responded to, by
you and Mark Johnson with such silliness, is not saying much for either of
you.. Now, you would like to make your response, a JOKE or FUN.. S'cuse me,
buddy.. I take is for just what it was.. an indication of your own
weakness.. Patience .. Patience.. grasshopper.. you have almost arrived,
but.. you still have miles to go..

Bill Walker
Irving, Tx.

 

Damn.. Albert. bet that hurt.. Isn't it hazardous to your health...
ROTFLMAO...

 

How 'bout all that "humor".. and/or "bullshit".. LOL.. Been handling it
pretty good, I'd say.. Yep.. most of the posers are great designer bikers,
don't you think ? Hmmm.. How many times has my name (real one) been tossed
around by those cats while they hide behind their "killfiles (?)" that don't
seem to work so good.. LMAO.. Ol' Mark Johnson just came to mind, but
considering Another Viewer, Texdays and a couple of the newbies jumping in
here with all the courage of their convictions that they post under equally
anonymous little aliases, my comments are in response to yours.... and
thieirs.. Paience grasshopper.. just a few more miles to go..

Bill Walker
Irving, Tx.

 

He's miffed at me because I keep sending my black helecopter over his
trailer park to spy on him.

 

"character"? He has no character nor honor. He knows nothing about the
two...just as he knows nothing about Masonic respect. The more he
posts like this, the more I have concluded he's nothing more than
clandestine.

What lodge is that you're a member of Mark?

 

LOL.. It's for sure, you won't find your way over here..Hey man.. you can't

 

And the answer is...The records are at ....Grand Lodge of Texas in Waco..
Get it ?

 

The term is "snotted", you lame fool.