RELEASED: March 22, 1985

You can still hear this song play on the radio on certain stations! Classic!



Once again I’m back in my old neighborhood of Bladensburg, Maryland, however, this is not such a good story either. Believe me, we had good times while living there, but for some reason a lot of the not so good times I remember easier.  Maybe we had more bad times than good, I don’t know, but I do remember some of the good times while being there.  This is not only a not so good time in my life, a minor incident, but something that still kind of make me feel a little weak.  I don’t think a lot of people know about this one, probably not even my mother, but nevertheless this one is a painful one.

At our house in Bladensburg, we had a pretty huge yard that was fenced in and pretty long. We had this one massive oak tree in the rear corner of our backyard where we kept one of our dogs chained up too.  I’ll tell you more about that dog we called ‘Bruno’ in another story sometime in the future.  I think you might find that pretty hilarious when I get to it.  We had a neighbor to our left and to our right, if you are facing the house.  To our left the neighbors were nice, but we think they had issues with drinking and not really giving their kids a jolly life, but when you are that young how do you know for sure what a jolly life is.

Anyway, the neighbor to our right was more of a loner and very anti-social. I remember speaking to him a few times, but he was definitely not an open person and by the look of his yard, you would get that.  Along the fence that separated our properties, he had some wild bushes growing that appeared to be at least ten feet tall or higher.  A few branches of these massive bushes would stick over into our yard and scratch the hell out of you.  I soon became aware that the bushes he had growing near our yard were thorn bushes.  I don’t think I have ever seen thorn bushes that tall or big before, until my mother planted one at old home in Largo, many years later.  The bushes were so thick that you couldn’t peep through them easily to see what was going on in his yard.

I would soon become friends with these thorn bushes in a way that I hope to never experience again. While outside playing by myself I remember kicking around a soccer ball off the fence and tree on the side of the house.  Well, one of my kicks was too hard and it went over the fence and right in the middle of the thorn bushes.  My heart immediately sank when I knew that the mysterious neighbor would not be able help me like he did once before when I mistakenly knocked a ball over.  The only thing that saved me some pain was that the soccer ball fell in a gap where I could climb over the fence and easily retrieve it.  However, this would be anything but an easy rescue mission of my beloved soccer ball.

What I didn’t mention to you is that the fence that separated our properties didn’t have the metal bar that you would normally see lining the top of the fence. So that meant that the points of the linked fence were easily exposed and very sharp.  Unable to get anyone to help me to retrieve the ball, I ultimately knew that I had to get it myself.  That decision would nearly cause me more pain than what was needed.  I finally gained the courage to climb over the fence without stabbing myself on the points, and without the neighbor knowing about it.  With a quick motion towards the soccer ball, I grabbed it while getting scratched the hell up by these thorn bushes.  Some of them got caught on my t-shirt and ripped a few small holes.  However, I was able to grab the ball and quickly toss it over the fence back into our yard.

I looked back to see if the neighbor was looking or outside, but I couldn’t see anything. As I went to climb back over the fence, I slipped after I got halfway over and felt one of the chain link points penetrate the back of my left knee.  Obviously, the pain was just nearly unbearable for a young kid, but what really frightened me more was the way I was positioned.  I was still supporting myself with my hands, but I was partially upside down with only one leg back over the fence.  I hung there for a few minutes in pain and thinking of how to get myself free from the situation.  Deathly afraid of letting go and just knowing that the fence would dig deeper into my leg causing me more agony and grief.  I take one more look behind me, upside down, and over to my mysterious neighbor’s house and still no one around.  Finally, I was able to gain enough strength to pull myself up and release my leg from the top of the fence.

A great relief overcame me when I finally got all the way over, but not knowing how I was going to explain to my mother why I am bleeding behind my knee. I was wearing jeans, so hiding it was impossible with a huge hold ripped out partially stained with blood.  I don’t remember what happened after I told my mom, but I think she scolded me for a minute of going over the fence into that man’s yard.  We all knew he was weird and had this notion that he would hurt people for violating his personal space.  Not sure how long it took me to recover from my wound, but it was pretty deep according to my mother.  Needless to say I never attempted that move again, and if anything went over the fence, which many things did, either we would let it be or he would be nice enough to throw it back over.  This weird petifile smile with his yellow teeth and bald head was just monstrous to me.  I think it was mentioned to us that he was a cancer patient, but I can’t say for sure.  Boy!

Henry Scott



SOUNDTRACK – Mad Max Beyond the Thunderdome (Movie)

This song is from one of the best movies of all time in my opinion.  Although I was only around five or six when this movie came out, I remember watching over and over again on VHS tape or when it came on as a television movie special.  My favorite out of the Mad Max trilogy series!

TRUMP WINS: A Shocker To Most & Nightmare To Others

“It’s like waking up with a hangover,” says Fabien Moisi from Paris, regarding Trump’s win. Check out the video above to see how people around the world have reacted to Donald Trump’s unexpected win in the 2016 US election. The world, it seems, is as divided as America.

via “It’s like waking up with a hangover”: The rest of the world reacts to Trump’s win — Quartz

WHITE AMERICANS v. MINORITIES – A History You Can’t Ignore and Erase.

The 2016 American presidential campaign has renewed concerns about the specter of violence in American electoral politics. The campaign has been marked by tense—and occasionally violent—altercations between supporters and critics of Republican nominee Donald Trump. Trump encouraged his supporters to “knock the crap” out of protesters, and even suggested he would pay the legal fees…

via White Americans have a very long history of getting violent when minorities exercise their right to vote — Quartz

MEXICO: Contingency Plan for a Trump Presidency.

Okay, if this doesn’t give you some type of pause then I don’t know what to tell you.  I’ve never seen, in my life time that I can remember, of a state or country being in fear to have such a contingency plan for one presidential candidate to win.

Mexico is holding on tight in the event of a Donald Trump presidency. The country has prepared an economic contingency plan to respond to the depressing effect on the Mexican peso if Trump beats Hillary Clinton in the US election. “If the adverse scenario manifests itself, it’s possible that Mexican authorities will respond in some…

via Mexico has an emergency plan for a Trump win — Quartz




September 3, 2013 (Picture taken & NY residency began)

Well…I have to say my favorite car I’ve ever owned was a 2011 Hyundai Sonata.  Since then I’ve driven only foreign brand cars, with the exception of my wife’s Jeep Grand Cherokee.  As you can see by the picture posted above that my Sonata received an unfortunate love tap from a Dodge Ram pickup truck.  Also on this same day, hours earlier, I had just changed my Maryland driver’s license over to New York State; what a way to officially say welcome to Albany, NY.  Unfortunately, my wife was in the car with me in the front passenger seat waiting for the red stop light to turn green.  Now, we have been sitting their for at least a minute or two and we had just gotten lunch from Andy’s, an awesome place to get deli meats, cheese and subs.  Minutes later, as we are at the intersection of Delaware Avenue and Morton Avenue waiting for the light to change, the left turn lane gets the green arrow.  As my wife and I were talking to each other, suddenly a loud and hard strike hits the rear of the car pushing us forward a few feet.  Once I was able to figure out what the hell happened, I yelled out an explicit vocabulary word and then checked on my wife.

Considering that my wife has been in numerous car accidents, and was cut out of one, the sound and impact of our accident scared her and shook her pretty deep.  I was able to compose myself and got out of the car to see that a Dodge Ram pickup truck just rear ended me.  I can tell the guy was visibly worried how I was going to react and what I was going to say to him, but I played it cool.  Almost immediately we started to exchange information as we waited for the Albany PD officer to show up.  Several minutes later he showed up and when I handed him my temporary license, which was piece of paper, he looked at me with confusion.  My wife and I had to inform him that I just switched my license over today and the piece of paper is my temporary license until the permanent one comes in the mail.  After our explanation to him he looked at me, “welcome to Albany” followed by a smile and a little chuckle.  When we were finally able to leave and go home, we contacted our insurance company immediately to file a claim.  A few days later, after the insurance company had the car in their possession, we received the estimated damage of nearly $8,000.

We just knew the car was going to be totaled, but where the driver struck the car was above the frame saving the car.  Needless to say, the car was out being fixed for the rest of the month of September into early October.  So for a month we had a Volvo as a rental car and it was a very nice one.  We were still living in Maryland at the time, but was in the early transition of moving to our current location; upstate New York (Albany Capital Region).  When I got the car back she didn’t feel too much different, but suddenly I started to have issues with the lights and going out.  I knew at that point that it probably wouldn’t be long before other issues surfaced and I was hoping that nothing like electrical issues would become a thing.  Approximately three months after the accident, my wife moved to Albany to start her new job and I would meet up with her about four months later.  Traveling back and forth between MD and NY every week, on my days off, for those four months was the last road adventure the Sonata and I had.  I got so good in knowing the best routes and avoiding the tolls and none of them required me to be on Interstate 95.  Life has been treating us much better here in New York, the northeast region, and the only thing I miss about home are the people.  Nothing else.

Henry Scott