Stally and the Principal are off to California!

Imagine this! Stally and the hip hop Principal flying out to Anaheim, California for an Educational Leadership Conference on March 16th. Does it make sense? NO! Why in the hell is he taking me to sunny California to attend conferences really designed for educational administrators? Does he know something I don't? HELL NO! All he talks about regarding the trip is the social life, renting a car when we get there and the strip. Hell, I would like to know about a little about the conference we're attending. The Children's Home is spending a lot of damn money on a person who is on his way out. I can't keep up with him. I used to when I was young but now I'll be like Walterman at Meiners when she threw up the white flag (nothing racial) (smile) Sharon or like Blazer at the Comet. That's right Chels, we want a rematch. Getting back to this trip. Look what it entails. Round trip non stop to California on March 16th, a stay at the Hilton Anaheim per Diem money courtesy of CHOC and Joe's Bar and sunny 80 degree weather and hot babes. If I don't make it back you'll know why. Doesn't my race car girl Dannica live in California Chels? I got the hots for her. Anyway, Chels where is my poster? Don't worry about it, I'll get one from my baby Dannica when we hook up on the coast. I guess you say I'm crazy as hell! If I'm not a alcoholic by now I will be hanging with Rob in Cali.

When I get back I'll let you know what I learned in the sessions if I can remember. Maybe I will meet with some theater folks, who knows. Just think! Your tax dollars at work. Please, please don't call the I-Team until I get back. I'll like to have some fun before I go to jail.
Holla!

Disclaimer/ Stally!/Moving to St. Bernard/ The Police

Ladies, you know I love you both so don't take offense to my blog. In fact let me put my disclaimer on this blog. This is adult material tonight. It is not to inflame one's emotion. It is not racially sensitive. It is not the intent of the writer to start a civil blog unrest like the race riot (the hell with the term civil unrest, let's call oit like it was, they were beating up white people) in the City of Cincinnati in 2001. It's Black History month, remember? Thanks for giving me the month with the less days. Appreciate it! I ain't stupid! (ebonics in action) Give the old black man a break! Let's reflect on the shit that black people said over the years that makes me shake my head in disbelief. The infamous Rodney King's statement to reporters "Can't we all just get along?" while his black ass walks in the Bank of Los Angeles depositing his 2 million dollar settlement check in the bank) Why didn't he give some of that money to the brothers? Guess what? Can't find him with a search warrant since he got paid. There's a saying in the black community of "who got paidand who got played", well, it looks like Rodney got paid and the comminity got played. Give me a break! The crook Don King's famouus quote, "Only in America" while holding an American flag as he prostitutes and bilks fighters out of millions. The Reverend Jesse L. Jackson, our black leader speaking on family values while practicing infidelity inpregnating his Secretary while his wife was out of town. I now know what he means by the word "Rainbow Coalition", women of all colors. You remember old Jesse, the author who said our black youths, "I Am Somebody" That's what i learned at the all black high school I went to (Lincoln Heights H.S.) before the State of Ohio shut our ass down for having 213 school and code violations like teachers teaching out of the major (like my French teacher teaching Math) We didn't mind Ms. Ghee teacing anything because she was 23 and always sat on het desk to teach. What made that so awesome for the boys was she wore mini skirts. Could you imagine the male attendance in that class? It was get there on time to get the best seat or view, whatever you call it. She had all of our attention. Kimnda like a recent teacher at the Hope who said the way she got the rowdy students to behave was to show more cleavage. She said that they were all at awe. That's true, when we were at Jefferson Hall at Newport on the Levee while we were drinking she showed me how she did it, literally! I can see how her students were at awe. We doidn't learn a damn thing but we sure knew our colors.

Moving on! St. Bernard, everytime i say that word I think of the invisible fence. I mean if we made it to Mitchell and Vine it was almost like there was a damn invisible fence at that intersection. The cruisers would stop on a dime and turn north on Vine Street. I would be tired as hell when I got there but I was FREE! I remember the Dairy queen, Ross Field, the police station, the police station, the post office where they use to take my black ass and hit me with a billy club cushion by a phone book out of the trunk (check it out sometimes, same pain, no bruises) East Mitchell Avenue was funny as hell! On one side you would see whites and the other side you would see blacks. It was like looking at Africa and Australia in one view. Have you been to St. Bernard lately? You know that commercial, "I can't believe it's butter", I can't believe the number of blacks in St,. Bernard. No offense Sharon but section 8 is alive and well. Before I leave this world I'm going to move to St. Bernard on Vine Street, the site of my last running from the police and close to three establishments I know very well. Chili Time, Meiner's Cafe and the police station. Moving on! Bridgetown, Bridgetown Elemantary the school I took two ass whoopings from.

Last but not least, the love I have for both of you has no color boundaries. But I want you to know. "Some of my best friends are white" Take a drink and figure out what the hell Stally! is talking about. I am! Until then Holla!

Where in the hell have you been Stally?

Okay, okay! I know I've been absent from my blog. Hell, what you expect from a 53 year old black man? Even slaves got a few minutes out of the cotton fields. He! He! Ha! Ha! What's up y'all? No, I haven't in a nursing home but I sure feel like it. I have been traveling back and forth to Columbus, Ohio preparing for my next show. Also, I traveled to Lima, Ohio to visit the Crouse Hall, the venue for my play after Columbus, Ohio. I'm for real y'all! I'm the ghetto Tyler Perry of Cincinnati. In the mean time I had the opportunity to visit Stephanie at Christ hospital and the baby. Cooper Paul is his name. Even though he weighed in at 3 lbs 12 oz. he is one of the handsome male babies I've ever seen next to Dylan. Sharon., as you see I know how to keep Chels in my corner. The nurses and family call him mini Cooper. Since delivery he has been breathing on his own and is startuing to take a bottle. Amazing! I'm not a woman (even though the staff say I'm like one) sometimes I feel like one for whatever that means it must be hard for Stephnaie to get ready to leave the hospital without her baby with her because he will be in there for at least two weeks.

Well, it's about time to get the Blazer back in the saddle. You know the last time she wasn't able to allow us to drink her under the table. I got it! Let's do the care cab thing. That way the Chels won't have an excuse. I got another idea! Let's let her drive, drink her under the table then when it's time for her to go back to the burbs we can call a tow truck to tow her in while she's sprawled out all over the car. Get it? As you can see, I'm black! I'm sorry, I'm back!

Love y'all
Stally!