Recycled and worth it ... Thanks Dan Baird!

An old recycle, but so, so touching, Dan!



From: D Baird

Sent: Saturday, September 24, 2011 17:26

To: Undisclosed-Recipient:;

Subject: lol

A man was leaving a convenience store with his morning coffee...

...when he noticed a most unusual funeral procession approaching the

nearby cemetery.


A black hearse was followed by a second black hearse about 50 feet

behind the first one. Behind the second hearse was a solitary man

walking a dog on a leash. Behind him, a short distance back, were

about 200 men walking single file.

The man couldn't stand the curiosity. He respectfully approached the

man walking the dog and said, "I am so sorry for your loss, and this

may be a bad time to disturb you, but I've never seen a funeral like

this. Whose funeral is it?"

"My wife's."

''What happened to her?"

The man replied, "My dog attacked and killed her."

He inquired further, "But who is in the second hearse?"

The man answered, "My mother-in-law. She was trying to help my wife

when the dog turned on her."

A very poignant and touching moment of brotherhood and silence, passed

between the two men.

"Can I borrow the dog?"

The man replied, "Get in line."

Apologies for my computer problems ... Sam Kegley

Please forgive my tardiness in not posting on the blog for the last few days.

First this computer stopped, apparently dead, for a few days and then, came back on mysteriously.  I sense an electronic miracle in cyberspace because I don't understand, but there is so much about electronics I don't understand.  I am also finishing my ninth book- "Acquanitences With Integrity II" and even had to spend last Friday at Westerville's Public Library on one of their computers, revising some formatting for my flash card of the book contents. 

Yesterday, my young son, Jeff's fiftieth birthday party (a surprise by his wife Suzy and our oldest son, Jay) leaves Jeanie and me somewhat exhausted with a full day of medical visits (none serious) ahead today.

Paul's wife, Mary, sent me an email last night that Paul, my youngest of three remaining brothers- George, Jim, and Paul- finally went to the Dr. with his symptoms and found that he has pneumonia.  Hopefully, medicine and rest will bring him back to the fullness of his life with all my invited prayers by you, my cyber-friends.

I hope to be back posting in the morning.

SamKat aka Sam Kegley

Portsmouth's Coach Bill Rohr ... Thanks Blaine Bierley!

Great story, Blaine!



Coach Rohr also was my best teacher among so many fine teachers in Portsmouth Ohio. He cut me from the PHS basketball tryouts, but he took my compatriot, Dick Klitch, who became his best Trojan, while playing only in his senior year due to being cut in previous tryouts. I often repeat that Dick is Portsmouth's only Singles Tennis Champion and played an additional four years for Coach Rohr at Miami. Coach Rohr and Dick Klitch are both in Miami's Basketball Hall of Fame- Dick also for Miami's Tennis Hall of Fame.



Sam





From: Blaine Bierley

Sent: Sunday, September 25, 2011 18:35

To: Sam Kegley

Subject: Please share with our PHS friends



PHS Athletic History

Coach William “Bill” Rohr


Old-time Trojan fans will remember the name of Bill Rohr, who coached PHS basketball for five years just after World War II (1946-1951). You may enjoy this trip down Memory Lane with me remembering Coach Rohr.


William D. Rohr was born in Massillon, Ohio, in 1918. He was a star athlete at Massillon’s Washington High School and graduated from there in the class of 1936. Rohr made his name in basketball as an All-Ohioan and played under the coaching of the legendary Paul Brown, who coached both the Tiger’s football and basketball teams. Brown said that Bill Rohr was the best basketball player he ever coached.

He attended Ohio Wesleyan University in Delaware, Ohio, where he was an All-Buckeye Conference guard. After graduating from Ohio Wesleyan in 1940, Rohr returned to Massillon to begin his coaching experience with his mentor Paul Brown. He then returned to Ohio Wesleyan for a brief coaching stint before he entered the Army Air Corps in 1942.


After the war was over, in 1946, Rohr took the head basketball coaching position at Portsmouth High School. In his five seasons at PHS, Coach Rohr led the Trojan round-ballers to an 82-29 record and captured three district titles along the way.


Rohr went from PHS to Miami University at Oxford, Ohio, in September of 1951. He was an immediate success there and his Redskins won 91 and lost 47 games in six seasons. During his tenure at Miami the Redskins won four Mid-American Conference championships.

In 1957 Coach Rohr moved up to the Big Ten Conference as head basketball coach of the Northwestern University Wildcats in Evanston, Illinois. From 1957 to 1962 his teams compiled a 66-58 record. An interesting sidebar to Rohr’s Northwestern job was that he took Bob Doll (PHS ‘50) along with him as an assistant coach. Doll was a Miami standout from 1951 to 1954 who played for Rohr at PHS and followed his high school coach to Miami.


In 1962 he assumed the post as Director of Athletics and Physical Education at Ohio University in Athens, Ohio, which he held for 15 years, retiring in 1978. During the 1975-1976 school year, Bill Rohr was President of the National Association of Collegiate Directors of Athletics and was viewed by many as a pioneer in women’s college athletics.


After Bill retired as Athletic Director of Ohio University in 1978, he and his wife, Mary Ellen, moved to Oxford, Ohio. Coach Rohr passed away in Oxford in 1986 at the age of 68. He had one son and two daughters. He is enshrined in the following Collegiate Halls of Fame: Ohio Wesleyan University, Miami University, and Ohio University.

Blaine Bierley (PHS ‘55)

Where did the shirt come from, Bob?

I believe the fourth person may be Greg Hatch, but, otherwise,  it is Dick Klitch, Bob Looney and Ron Walters from left to right.

 Who got that shirt for him, Bob? It would not have been Joan. I saw him Tuesday morning at breakfast with Smokey Gibson, now 90, and his wife Alice. He looks a lot healthier with that forty pounds, but he is looking healthier each time I see him. Smokey said: "Somebody is looking after you."


Coach Smoke is also looking good.



You and I and Ronnie know that he had a lot of Mound Park Urchin prayers as well as those of other P'Town friends.



Thanks JBL!



Sam





From: golfjl@aol.com

Sent: Thursday, September 22, 2011 00:47

To: skegley@columbus.rr.com ; buckdayo@gmail.com

Subject: When did Klitch get out of prison? HaHaHeHe

John Voight; This took guts...career Over?

Voight; This took guts...career Over?


Good message to people who enjoy Freedom.

Baptizing a drunk ... Thanks John Bob!

Robert,




I hope no preachers see this except the ones I am bcc'ing.



This one is almost like the days Gus Thompson preached in the old minstrel wagon in Mound Park. Preacher Gus said at the end of his unserious and funny sermon: "If I had my way, they would take all of the licquor in Portsmouth and throw it into the Ohio river. Now, Mr,. Lakeman, please lead our congregation in song." Choir Director Gib raised his hands and said: "Let us sing: "Shall we gather at the river." It is an old one but I believe it started with Gus and Gib (old Trojan war horses) in Mound Park.



Sammie K



Subject: Fw: Baptizing A Drunk


This is cute.... may bring a smile


Baptizing A Drunk

A man is stumbling through the

woods totally drunk when he comes upon a preacher baptizing people in the

river.

The drunk walks into the water and subsequently bumps into the preacher. The

preacher turns around and is almost overcome by the smell of booze.

Whereupon he

asks the drunk, 'Are

you ready to find Jesus?'



'Yes I am'replies the drunk, so the preacher grabs

him and dunks him in the river. He pulls him up and asks the drunk, 'Brother

have you found Jesus?'



The drunk replies, 'No, I

haven't.'The preacher, shocked at the answer, dunks him into the water

again, but for a

bit longer this time. He pulls him out of the water and asks again, 'Have

you

found Jesus, my brother?'



The drunk again answers, 'No, I

have not found Jesus.'

By this time the preacher is at his wits end so he dunks

the drunk in the water again, but this time he holds him down for about 30

seconds.



When the drunk begins kicking his arms and legs, the preacher

pulls him up. The preacher asks the drunk again, 'For the

love of God, have you found Jesus?'



The

drunk wipes his eyes and catches his breath and says to the

preacher,



'Are you sure this is where he fell

in?'


Think Positive & Pray for the U.S.A.

Justice for self-protection ... thanks Sonny!

“The strongest reason for the people to retain the right to keep and bear arms is, as a last resort, to protect themselves against tyranny in government.” -- Thomas Jefferson



"A free people ought not only to be armed and disciplined, but they should have sufficient arms and ammunition to maintain a status of independence from any who might attempt to abuse them, which would include their own government."

- George Washington







A little long but well worth the read. Most of us already have seen this coming.





------------------------













You're sound asleep when you hear a thump outside your bedroom door.

Half-awake, and nearly paralyzed with fear,

you hear muffled whispers.





At least two people have broken into your

house and are moving your way.





With your heart pumping, you reach down

beside your bed and pick up your shotgun.

You rack a shell into the chamber, then inch

toward the door and open it.

In the darkness, you make out two shadows.

One holds something that looks like a crowbar.

When the intruder brandishes it as if to strike,

you raise the shotgun and fire.

The blast knocks both thugs to the floor.

One writhes and screams while the second

man crawls to the front door and lurches outside.

As you pick up the telephone to call police,

you know you're in trouble.

In your country, most guns were outlawed years

before, and the few that are privately owned

are so stringently regulated as to make them useless..

Yours was never registered.

Police arrive and inform you

that the second burglar has died.

They arrest you for First Degree Murder

and Illegal Possession of a Firearm.

When you talk to your attorney, he tells

you not to worry: authorities will probably

plea the case down to manslaughter.

"What kind of sentence will I get?" you ask.

"Only ten-to-twelve years,"

he replies, as if that's nothing.

"Behave yourself, and you'll be out in seven."

The next day, the shooting is the lead

story in the local newspaper.

Somehow, you're portrayed as an eccentric

vigilante while the two men you shot

are represented as choirboys.

Their friends and relatives can't find

an unkind word to say about them..

Buried deep down in the article, authorities acknowledge that both "victims" have been arrested numerous times.

But the next day's headline says it all:

"Lovable Rogue Son Didn't Deserve to Die."

The thieves have been transformed from career criminals into Robin Hood-type pranksters..

As the days wear on, the story takes wings.

The national media picks it up,

then the international media.

The surviving burglar

has become a folk hero.

Your attorney says the thief is preparing

to sue you, and he'll probably win.

The media publishes reports that your home has been burglarized several times in the past and that you've been critical of local police for their lack

of effort in apprehending the suspects.

After the last break-in, you told your neighbor

that you would be prepared next time.

The District Attorney uses this to allege

that you were lying in wait for the burglars.

A few months later, you go to trial.

The charges haven't been reduced,

as your lawyer had so confidently predicted.

When you take the stand, your anger at

the injustice of it all works against you..

Prosecutors paint a picture of you

as a mean, vengeful man.

It doesn't take long for the jury to convict

you of all charges.

The judge sentences you to life in prison.

This case really happened.

On August 22, 1999, Tony Martin of Emneth,Norfolk, England, killed one burglar and wounded a second.

In April, 2000, he was convicted

and is now serving a life term...

How did it become a crime to defend one's

own life in the once great British Empire ?

It started with the Pistols Act of 1903.

This seemingly reasonable law forbade selling pistols to minors or felons and established that handgun sales were to be made only to those who had a license..

The Firearms Act of 1920 expanded licensing to include not only handguns but all firearms except shotguns..

Later laws passed in 1953 and 1967 outlawed the carrying of any weapon by private citizens and mandated the registration of all shotguns.



Momentum for total handgun confiscation began in earnest after the Hungerford mass shooting in 1987.

Michael Ryan, a mentally disturbed man with a Kalashnikov rifle, walked down the streets shooting everyone he saw.



When the smoke cleared, 17 people were dead.



The British public, already de-sensitized by eighty years of "gun control", demanded even tougher restrictions.

(The seizure of all privately owned handguns was the objective even though Ryan used a rifle.)



Nine years later, at Dunblane, Scotland,

Thomas Hamilton used a semi-automatic weapon to murder 16 children and a teacher at a public school.



For many years, the media had portrayed all gun owners as mentally unstable, or worse, criminals.

Now the press had a real kook with which to beat up law-abiding gun owners.

Day after day, week after week, the media gave up all pretense of objectivity and demanded a total ban on all handguns.

The Dunblane Inquiry, a few months later, sealed the fate of the few sidearms still owned by private citizens.



During the years in which the British government incrementally took away most gun rights, the notion that a citizen had the right to armed self-defense came to be seen as vigilantism.

Authorities refused to grant gun licenses to people who were threatened, claiming that self-defense was no longer considered a reason to own a gun.

Citizens who shot burglars or robbers or rapists were charged while the real criminals were released.





Indeed, after the Martin shooting, a police spokesman was quoted as saying,

"We cannot have people

take the law into their own hands."



All of Martin's neighbors

had been robbed numerous times,

and several elderly people were severely injured

in beatings by young thugs

who had no fear of the consequences.

Martin himself, a collector of antiques,

had seen most of his collection

trashed or stolen by burglars.



When the Dunblane Inquiry ended,

citizens who owned handguns

were given three months to turn them over

to local authorities.



Being good British subjects,

most people obeyed the law.

The few who didn't were visited by police

and threatened with ten-year prison sentences

if they didn't comply.



Police later bragged that they'd taken

nearly 200,000 handguns from private citizens.



How did the authorities know who had handguns?

The guns had been registered and licensed.

Kind of like cars. Sound familiar?





WAKE UP AMERICA! THIS IS WHY OUR FOUNDING FATHERS PUT THE SECOND AMENDMENT IN OUR CONSTITUTION.



"...It does not require a majority to prevail, but rather an irate, tireless minority keen to set brush fires in people's minds.."

--Samuel Adams







If you think this is important,

please forward to everyone you know.

You had better wake up, becauseObama is doing this very same thing,

over here,

if he can get it done.

And there are stupid people

in congress

and

on the street

that will go right along with him.