Author Archives: Seegars

Old Music

This is something I kind of rediscovered the other day. I hadn’t forgotten the song. I had put the remix at the back of my mind in a box on a shelf. In a locked closet. Under some cobwebs.

But talk about belting it out as I drive along. I out on a full concert.

That’s it. Thats the post.

Seegars

I Tried

I sat down and recorded for several minutes today but what came out is something I wouldn’t want to be associated with this blog.

I find that I am very angry.

And I am disappointed in my government.

They are exactly what they seem and not what they are meant to be.

We are meant to be free.

I suppose I’ll make someone’s list now.

And I don’t care.

That’s it. That’s the post.

Seegars

Folklore

This is an interesting little piece of South Carolina campus folklore. Anyone have anything to add?

The Third Eye Man

The β€œThird Eye Man” was first spotted on November 12, 1949, on the campus of the University of South Carolina. According to school records, a strange man dressed in bright silver was sighted opening β€œa manhole cover on the corner of Sumter and Green Streets, directly opposite of the historic Longstreet Theatre.” At 10:43 p.m., two male students watched as this man entered the sewer portal, and diligently pulled the manhole cover into its proper position. One of the students, Christopher Nichols (class of 1953), wrote for the Gamecock and immediately spread the news of this β€œSewer man” β€” as he was called in the article. After a few weeks, any interest in the β€œsewer man” died down.

Almost six months later, on April 7, 1950, this β€œsewer man” was spotted again. A university police officer on patrol came across two mutilated chickens behind Longstreet Theatre. Feathers and chicken parts were strewed all over the loading dock of Longstreet. Believing that this mess was left by fraternity students or some other pranksters, the officer walked back to his car to report the scene. After calling into the station, the officer returned to the loading dock only to discover a silver man huddled over the chicken pieces. Immediately, the officer turned his flashlight on this man who looked up at the cop. In the beam of the light, the officer could make out a very disturbing face, grotesque in color and shape, and in the middle of this man’s forehead, a third eye! It wasn’t a large eye, but nevertheless, there was a third eye starring back at the cop! The policeman retreated from the scene and called in back-ups. When other officers arrived on the scene, there was nothing left on the loading dock except a few scattered feathers and bones. Of course, the cop who witnessed this β€œthird eye man” was in hysterics, and was never able to convince the other officers of what he saw.

In the late 1960β€²s, the β€œcatacombs” or underground tunnels at the University, were a favorite place for students. These tunnels connect most of the University. One night in early October, a group of fraternity guys decided to take three pledges down to the tunnels for a challenge. Entering the tunnels from the basement of Gambrell, the group of guys headed west towards the horseshoe. As they rounded the first corner, they were met by a β€œcrippled looking man dressed all in silver” (according to police reports). This bizarre looking man charged at the students with a lead pipe, and suddenly the frat boys realized that this was no prank. One of the pledges, Matthew Tabor, was knocked to the ground by the creature, and suffered β€œminor cuts and minor shock.” Two of the older boys immediately went to the police department, and that evening, the first β€œthird eye man-hunt” took place. After hours of searching the tunnels, the police came up with nothing. However, they did take precautions by sealing off most of the entrances to the catacombs, and by declaring the tunnels off-limit to any person, student, or faculty member.

According to one of the maintenance men who still works at the University today, β€œwe don’t use the tunnels unless it is absolutely necessary.” There have been several sightings in the late 80β€²s and early 90β€²s, though most were dismissed by the University Police force. Those who are adventurous enough to climb down into the tunnels risk being suspended from school. Students WILL find a way into the catacombs from time to time, but there is always the possibility that they will come face-to-face with the ominous third eye man.

Contributed by:
Marc Minsker
Department of English, Graduate Studies
University of South Carolina
November, 1998


This has had my interest for a long time, and I never can find anything else on it really.

That’s it. That’s the post.

Seegars

Remembrance

Today is the day we think back and remember one of the most horrifying tragedies that ever struck our nation here in the United States.

We honor our dead and the heroes from that day.

And we hope that we heal and become better as a nation.

If we can’t go back to what happened the day before, can we all just live as citizens of this country like we did the day after?

This isn’t about race, sex, vaccines or anything like that.

You know exactly what I’m talking about if you’re a rational human being.

That’s it. That’s the post.

Seegars

Words

Sometimes it’s necessary to remind people of the meaning of words.

purpose

  • n.The object toward which one strives or for which something exists; an aim or goal: synonym: intention.

honor

  • noun High respect, as that shown for special merit; recognition or esteem.
  • noun Good name; reputation.

pledge

  • n.A solemn binding promise to do, give, or refrain from doing something.

oath

  • n.A solemn, formal declaration or promise to fulfill a pledge, often calling on God, a god, or a sacred object as witness.

There was a time when all men took these words seriously. All men.

I know a lot of men who still do.

Some things weigh very heavy on the mind and heart.

And that is the end of the lesson tonight.

That’s all. That’s the post.

Seegars

400

Today marks four hundred days that I’ve been blogging here.

I haven’t missed a single day. It has been a lesson in discipline.

I didn’t start writing this for followers or to share any great truths. I write about what’s on my mind, what I’ve been doing, and where I’m going.

I’ve shared some pics, my family, a little of our lives.

I feel like something is about to change.

But, we’ll see. You never know where life will take you.

That’s it. That’s the post.

Seegars

Always Faithul

I picked this up from a post a friend liked on social media.


β€œI didn’t know this about 9-11.


AFTER FLIGHT 77 hit the Pentagon on 9/11, the following incident occurred:


A chaplain, who happened to be assigned to the Pentagon, told of an incident that never made the news. A daycare facility inside the Pentagon had many children, including infants who were in heavy cribs. The daycare supervisor, looking at all the children they needed to evacuate, was in a panic over what they could do. There were many children, mostly toddlers, as well as the infants that would need to be taken out with the cribs.


There was no time to try to bundle them into carriers and strollers. Just then a young Marine came running into the center and asked what they needed. After hearing what the center director was trying to do, he ran back out into the hallway and disappeared. The director thought, “Well, here we are, on our own.”


About 2 minutes later, that Marine returned with 40 other Marines in tow. Each of them grabbed a crib with a child, and the rest started gathering up toddlers. The director and her staff then helped them take all the children out of the center and down toward the park near the Potomac.


Once they got about 3/4 of a mile outside the building, the Marines stopped in the park, and then did a fabulous thing – they formed a circle with the cribs, which were quite sturdy and heavy, like the covered wagons in the Old West.

Inside this circle of cribs, they put the toddlers, to keep them from wandering off. Outside this circle were the 40 Marines, forming a perimeter around the children and waiting for instructions. There they remained until the parents could be notified and come get their children.


The chaplain then said, “I don’t think any of us saw nor heard of this on any of the news stories of the day. It was an incredible story of our men there.”

There wasn’t a dry eye in the room. The thought of those Marines and what they did and how fast they reacted; could we expect any less from them? It was one of the most touching stories from the Pentagon.

It’s the Military, not the politicians that ensures our right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. It’s the Military who salutes the flag, who serves beneath the flag, and whose coffin is draped by the flag. If you care to offer the smallest token of recognition and appreciation for the military, please pass this on and pray for our men and women, who have served and are currently serving our country, and pray for those who have given the ultimate sacrifice for freedom.”


We are nearly twenty years past a horrible event in our nation’s history, but we are still here.

I’m not a Marine. I was a soldier. But I know a lot of Marines. I meet a lot of Marines. Old and young.

And we give each other a tough time. If you weren’t military, it’s a part of what keeps us β€œin” with each other.

The Marines were, are, and will always be ever faithful to this country.

We’re lucky.

Semper Fi, Marines.

That’s it. That’s the post.

Seegars

No Power

I ended up working today. Usually, we’re off, but it was part of the agreement the company made with the business we are supporting.

I worked one store and was asked to work another. The part-timer working that one had a family emergency. No problem.

Well, there was a problem. I was able to work about two hours at the other store, and then the power went out.

There was an accident several miles up the road. The power was out for about five miles when I was heading home.


And that sets the scene.

Instead of leaving right away, I called the boss and asked what he wanted me to do. I’ve worked inside Walmart several times when the power was out, but they have skylights, the stores do not. You can’t get a whole lot done in the dark, not at work anyway.

As I was waiting, I stood at one of the doors with the employees to tell people the store was closed; you can’t come in, no the gas pumps don’t work, no they can’t tell you anything, etc.

People talk about preparation for disasters all the time. They tell you to get food and water. They tell you to get things you will need during a disaster. They tell you to be able to defend yourself.

Some excellent advice is to learn to speak to people. Get some manners. Be amiable.

There are going to be things you want and need should we ever have a societal collapse. There are going to be people you can’t take from by force. There is going to be a need to be civil and barter for things you desperately need.

I got told to go F myself several times while nicely telling folk that the store was closed.

Sweet little old ladies shouldn’t use language like that.

That’s it. That’s the post.

Seegars

Decimasciples

My friend Claudia posted this and I thought I would share it here.

I have shown this picture to my children. Their guesses were:

P.O. Box

Filing Cabinet

Recipe Box

Roll the decks (not a typo)

Etc.

I explained to them that back in the day when we went into the library we had to chant and incantation over a slaughtered goat that we had offered up to the great Dewey.

We were decimasciples of the deep magic.

This is really short tonight but it made me laugh, and I miss those days.

That’s it. That’s the post.

Seegars

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