Wild thing, you make my heart sing You make everything groovy, wild thing Troggs

TODAY LET’S GO THRU THE DOOR MARKED “WILD THINGS” AND SEE WHAT WE FIND: First the pictures today are from a city that’s logo is Cassadaga http://www.orlandosentinel.com/travel/os-fla-destinations-cassadaga-101214-20141011-column.html where Mayberry meets the Twilight Zone (specific pictures from http://www.sinatras.us/ but this one and main taken by the original Wild Child now old but still a bit crazy ME.). Florida has other wild places—see them from the Rusty Anchor http://www.rustyanchormountdora.com/ or Beaver Air Tours www.beaverairtours.com or maybe Jones Brothers & Co Seaplane Rides www.jonesairandsea.com.

Wild child full of grace
Savior of the human race
Your cool face JIM MORRISON

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WHAT’S WILDER THAN THE SCOTTISH HIGHLANDS?

MAYBE A HIGHLANDER?

Oh want to see the Highlands? Rabbies (who’s tours I have been on–not this one,– last time I was in Scotland I had no idea Jamie and Claire existed– and they’re well done and enjoyable, both the tours and Jamie and Claire) has one that goes into those wilds: https://www.rabbies.com/tours_scotland_edinburgh/outlander_7_day_tour.asp

Natural child, terrible child
Not your mother’s or your father’s child
Your our child, screamin’ wild Jim again

Reco presents grandma's trunk by sandra Kuck barefoot children 1988 plate

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Of Course I can’t do wild with out the man

An ancient lunatic reins
In the trees of the night
Ha, ha, ha, ha

With hunger at her heels
Freedom in her eyes
She dances on her knees
Pirate prince at her side
Stirrin’ into a hollow idols eyes

Need I say any more?

Wild child full of grace
Savior of the human race
Your cool face
Your cool face
Your cool face

OK that’s hard to follow–but I’ll try:

Wild horses couldn’t drag me away
Wild, wild horses, couldn’t drag me away
I know I dreamed you a sin and a lie
I have my freedom but I don’t have much time
Faith has been broken, tears must be cried

Recently the Stones (which basically to me are Keith and Mick) played central Florida and someone asked me if I was going to go see them and I replied that “no I saw them when they were still alive.” Let’s face it I’m old and they’re older—I don’t want any more reminders of the fact. But the Stones have always been wild. Despite proof to the contrary the Beatles were for years considered the clean cut boys while the Stones were the bad one….You might not mind your daughter going out with Paul….but never Mick. But in true reality it has been said that while Mick takes the lime light he isn’t really the wild child. I don’t know who said it but I have oft heard that “Mick plays Keith Richards on stage.” Robin William’s line was: “Because I know this. I know that we may all be dead and gone, Keith will still be there with 5 cockroaches. Keith will go, “Ya know, I smoked your uncle! Did ya know that?”

Robin Williams, Robin Williams: Live on Broadway Again what more can I add to that?

Let’s do some living after we die
Wild horses couldn’t drag me away
Wild, wild horses, we’ll ride them some day
Wild horses couldn’t drag me away
Wild, wild horses, we’ll ride them some day

I’m old but this one went through his prime a bit before my time:

The public has always expected me to be a playboy, and a decent chap never lets his public down.

Errol Flynn

Errol Flynn wrote about his life: “My Wicked, Wicked Ways,” published after the actor’s death that same year, Flynn recounts stories from his early life in Australia but also reveals the darker side of his experience as a celebrity. The combination of real-life adventure with personal torment makes Flynn’s story a page-turner” http://www.examiner.com/review/errol-flynn-autobiography-reveals-dark-side-of-star-s-life My husband read the book and was an instant fan of Flynn—he said that the star’s life only became boring when he became a star.

Women won’t let me stay single and I won’t let me stay married.

Errol Flynn

I like my whisky old and my women young.

Errol Flynn

Any man who has $10,000 left when he dies is a failure.

Errol Flynn

I thought a while before I named this one as I am not sure if she was just wild or sad–probably a bit of both.

Down on me, down on me,
Looks like everybody in this whole round world
They’re down on me. Joplin

Janet Joplin was neither pretty, nor self confident, but she could belt out a song to my you stand up and take notice–Her wild life style was full of men, drugs and of course Rock & Roll (really she was more of Rock & Blues…). Did her wildness bring her happiness or just mask her pain? How did she meet it all somewhere along the road to her death between Port Author, TX and 27 years later with an overdose of heroine in LA?

Oh Lord, won’t you buy me a Mercedes Benz.

Janis Joplin

You got to get it while you can.

Janis Joplin

Audiences like their blues singers to be miserable.

Janis Joplin

On stage I make love to twenty five thousand people; and then I go home alone.

Janis Joplin

HONORABLE MENTIONS

I always liked strange characters.

Tim Burton

Hey I heard you were a wild one
Oooh

The Long Riders (1980)

[Cole Younger and Sam Starr are about to fight over Belle]
Cole Younger: What does the winner get?
Belle Starr: Nothin’ both of you ain’t already had.
Cole Younger: Don’t hardly seem worth it.
Belle Starr: It ain’t. You’re both crazy, but you do keep me amused. I am having a *real* good time.

Anne Bonney and Mary Read are the most famous — and ferocious — women pirates in history, and they are the only ones known to have plied their trade in the Western Hemisphere

Laurel Thatcher Ulrich: “Well behaved women seldom make history.”

THE ROMANS

The Roman Empire was very, very much like us. They lost their moral core, their sense of values in terms of who they were. And after all of those things converged together, they just went right down the tubes very quickly.

Ben Carson

Antique Royal Winton Grimwaedes Toby Mug of GENERAL Douglas MACARTHUR …

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MICHAEL C. C—a Pirate who died in his 40’s

“Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming “Wow! What a Ride!”
― Hunter S. Thompson, The Proud Highway: Saga of a Desperate Southern Gentleman, 1955-1967