Left or right?

There is a country music song about a man unhappy in his marriage, who leaves his office and every day thinks about not going home. The main line is “Left or Right at main street, that is the thought I have every day”.

Until the last few years I had no idea what Right and Left politically was. Now I know and I think it is over used, I am Right. Red is Right. In Nautical terms the ship knows RED(bouy) on Right (when) returning.

When we attend church or go to see a play I usually lead to the right side. But is that the right or the left? It is the right going in, but if you are a speaker on the stage I would be on the left.

As a chalk artist, I loved trick drawings. There are several successful ones where you draw two pictures but you are drawing attention to only one. Your audience doesn’t realize the other picture is there until it is pointed out or flipped upside down.

I had an idea the other day after seeing something on the net. I would use this idea, if  I were still drawing: I would tell a story about a horn player, who was so in love with the singer in the band but she never paid attention to  him:

After  dwelling on the story a little longer of how lonesome the sax player is you then……

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Add a couple marks to your drawing, her left eye (to the right) and finish her lips, the lips that he desperately wants to kiss, and voila! you have his dream lady.

This type of thing is great for a program opener. Now to a more serious mistake. MY Mistake!

Most everyone is familiar with this symbol:

You know the story about the good guy on the right and the bad guy on the left. Well being a Christian most of my life, I evidently did not know the good guy from the bad, and for years sent the bad guy to heaven.  I hope the Lord understood (ha).

I did not realize that, until a few years ago when I was reading about crosses. It was then I learned about The Eastern Orthodox cross.

I had my eyes opened as I read the explanation  and description. Huh oh, the cross-piece footrest points to the good guy that went to Heaven. NO! I said, the other RIGHT! Yep, since childhood when a sweet Sunday School teacher told the story of the three crosses and pointed to the one on the right as I looked at the crosses, not HIS RIGHT.  Oh well, not my first theological mistake.

Okay,  as you laugh at me,thanks for coming this way anyway.

Nite Shipslog

PS:

One guy said: I did make a mistake once.  I thought I was wrong, but I wasn’t.  That is me, to a ‘T’. Never wrong! (well maybe sometimes, but do not tell Lucy!)

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Not twins, Above 1958 Packard Coupe Below a 1959 Plymouth Fury!