I was in Englewood (AKA Engle-HOOD), but she seemed to be a respectable type, so I obliged. I pulled to a stop at a traffic light one fine day and a lady in an adjacent car motioned for me to roll down my window. After the light turns green, I have accomplished the task of planting the seeds of discussion, debate, swapping of ideas and hopefully more understanding (all of which are purposes for this blog!). The passenger begins pointing at my bumper and makes gestures at the driver. I see her lips moving as she attempts to comprehend their meanings out loud. The face of the driver behind me pinches into lines as she tries to read my array of stickers. I love to look in my rearview mirror while stopped at a traffic light. I enjoy them because I get a lot of feedback from them. The remaining 6 stickers will be thoroughly discussed in the following paragraphs. I will omit 4 of them because they say “EMBODYMENT”, “PROJECT 86”, “HASTE THE DAY” and “UNDEROATH” (all of which are very talented musical groups). I have a total of 10 stickers (unless you include my parking passes, and electronic gate opener for work). The point of this blog entry is my current bumper stickers. Because my car is red, I thought it proper to give him a Scotch/Irish name because many people of Scotch/Irish origin possess red hair.Īnyway, I went off subject. When the Hebrew patriarch Jacob was born, he was grasping his twin brother Esau’s heel. Its meaning in Hebrew is “one who supplants” or more literally “one who grabs at the heel”. It entered the Irish and Scottish Gaelic languages from the French variation of the late Latin name for Jacob, Iacomus a dialect variant of Iacobus, from the New Testament Greek Ἰάκωβος (Iákōbos), and ultimately from Hebrew word יעקב (Yaʻaqov), i.e. It is the Gaelic equivalent of the name James. Séamus is a male first name of Celtic origin. I now own a fire engine red ’05 Huyndai Accent that I have named Séamus and sometimes call my red roller-skate. A moment of silence please…įastforward to now (January 2012). Those bumper stickers will forever remain in my memory. The last time I saw The Barron was at Klode’s salvage yard. He met his demise in July of ’03 on westbound Jefferson and Sheridan when a lady decided not to yield the right of way in a traffic light, which resulted in a head-on collision. A few of the stickers from my former older model Ranger survived the transfer and graced the back windows and bumper of my new purchase. Just before relocating to Colorado in ’99, I became the owner of a brand new, Sport, 6 cylindar, fire engine red, Ford Ranger. “I COVERED A COP”, “THE PRAYER CHAIN”, “NO INNOCENT VICTIM”, and “TOOTH & NAIL RECORDS” were among the many. Of course, they were of the things a teenager finds amusing. I think it was within the first year I had that thing covered with bumper stickers. When I turned 16, I became the 4th posessor of a hand-me-down ’92 Ford Ranger (thanks dad and grandpa!). They show other drivers and pedestrians who you are, what you believe in, what you stand for, who your favorite sports teams are, your favorite bands, who you’re voting for (or have voted for), what you think about your ex-spouse, if you’re formerly in the military, and the list goes on. I’ve always been fond of bumper stickers. Give yourself about an hour or so to read!) It came out to 11 pages on Microsoft Word. (Disclaimer: this is my longest blog post yet. Although I agree with these stickers, this is not my car
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