But now in this equal-opportunity era, here is Ranger Bigbear giving a really excellent and accurate narration of the events that occurred in the Assembly Room when the Founding Fathers gathered there. Highly educational and enjoyable - if you can keep your mind on the history.
By the way, various authoritative sources tell me that the Assembly Room where the delegates met and debated is about 40 by 40 feet - more than twice the size of a typical high-school classroom today. About 60 delegates attended in the summer of 1776; 56 of them signed the Declaration sometime in August - not on July 4th. Believe it or not!
The late historian David McCullough (1933-2022), renowned author of presidential biographies and other best-selling books, discusses American ideas and ideals - and then-president Trump - with interviewer Charlie Rose in 2017. One cannot understand the present without understanding the past.
This interview is well worth your time. McCullough is easy to listen to, and his voice may sound familiar. He has has narrated many Ken Burns miniseries and other PBS documentaries.
The White House after the Obergefell ruling, June 26, 2015. Click to enlarge.
As we approach the 250th anniversary of American independence - founded explicitly upon the ideals of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness - it is quite poignant for me to reflect upon the evolution of gay rights in my lifetime. Here are some thought-provoking videos for old and young alike.
Here's Steve Hartman on CBS Sunday Morning in 2015, just after the Supreme Court legalized gay marriage throughout the United States:
But CBS wasn't always so gay-friendly. Author and lecturer Steven Capsuto reviews two CBS News specials from 1967 and 1980:
In case you've never seen it, here is the full 1967 report, The Homosexuals, hosted by Mike Wallace (who later regretted the homophobic remarks he made at the time):
I was in high school then and never saw that report, which is just as well. I had fooled around with some boys my own age, but for many years to come, I still envisioned growing up and getting married to a woman one day - with the cozy cottage, the picket fence, the 2.5 kids - that happily-ever-after presented in books and movies and TV shows, not to mention the Bible. Why wouldn't you want that? That's just what grown-ups did, like your parents and grandparents, aunts and uncles, and everyone else in your church and your neighborhood. A desirable, and indeed necessary outcome for most of the human race.
But some of us are not called to that conclusion. I didn't know I was gay in 1967 - "gay" meaning homosexual was not part of everyday speech until the Gay Liberation marches and protests in 1970 and thereafter made national news. And I certainly didn't think of myself as a homo or a queer - those awful monsters who lurked in dark alleys that everyone hated - but no one ever saw in the light of day. Mainly they were just schoolard taunts.
But the awful, unwelcome truth dawned on me before I finished high school, and I spent most of the next decade trying to pray it away. By 1980, though, I had come out at college, and after Woodstock, Vietnam, and Watergate - not to mention Deep Throat, Playgirl and Barbara Eden's navel - the big-city world had changed a great deal. News coverage of Gay Lib - later Gay Pride - made people aware of things they never knew existed before, and gay people far from the east and west coasts began to come out and find one another - but changes in traditional attitudes in the Deep South were still small and slow.
It was nothing at all like San Francisco - which from this late date appears as a carnival of the doomed, as shown in this report, Gay Power, Gay Politics:
Still to come were the AIDS crisis, ACT UP, and the Quilt; and beyond that, the long struggles in the courts and legislatures to gain the right to hold a job, join the military, and get married. I'll be posting more historical videos and links this month that may touch on those subjects and others.
Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.
Do you know that June 26 is a momentous day in gay rights history? On this date in 2003, 2013, and 2015, the United States Supreme Court made three major rulings that firmly established our right to love whom we love, serve in the military, and get married. Look those up here.
And today the Blue Truck has passed a big milestone - 5000 posts, over 9000 comments, nearly 4 million pageviews, according to my Blogger dashboard:
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So instead of the usual Friday men, here's a rerun of me and M.P. back in June of 2010, cooling off and splashing around at Chickasaw National Recreation Area, a beautiful big green park up in Oklahoma.
Now much less adventurous in our 70s, we're content just to stay home, out of the sun and under the a/c. We well recall a time when "homosexual" was a dirty word, a mortal sin, a major crime, and a psychotic disorder, and are very grateful that we have lived to see gay couples living together openly and happily just as all other ordinary people do.
Hope all my truckbuddies are having a great weekend wherever you are. Life is a rolling river - enjoy what you can while you can.
We didn't think to take a picture, but it looked like this, with an even coating of golden brown crust. Photo by David Reber from Paschal's restaurant in Atlanta via Wikipedia.
If you're wondering what to make for Sunday dinner this coming weekend, why not treat yourself to some honest-to-God Southern fried chicken? I learned how to cook it from my grandmother, and made it a couple of weekends ago for M.P., who raved over it. I was proud of my chicken, M.P. was proud of me, and it's Pride Month - hence the name. It's a simple thing, but as all us Southern boys know, the best thing in the world! Mmm-mm. I tell you what!
So here is the recipe as my dear Grandma made it (minus the tenderizer and hot sauce) nearly every Sunday when I was growing up. Read everything before doing anything. Enjoy!
SOUTHERN PRIDE CHICKEN
by Russ Manley, June 2026
Ingredients:
4 leg quarters, disjointed
(= 4 thighs and 4 drumsticks)
1½ to 2 cups flour
salt and pepper
celery salt
Adolph’s meat tenderizer
Louisiana Hot Sauce™ or cayenne (optional)
2 eggs, beaten to a froth
1½ to 2 cups canola oil
¾ cup milk (for gravy)
Allow 2 or 3 pieces per serving, depending on age and appetite.
Prep time, about half an hour. Rest time for chicken, 1-2 hours. Cooking time, about an hour.
Sixty years ago, I saw this film, or one very like it, in my high-school P. E. class. Quite well-made for the time. There was much nervous laughter in the room: the shock of recognition.
Since puberty had already begun for me the previous summer, this was a timely message. But even more helpful was the book Boys and Sex by Wardell Pomeroy, one of Dr. Kinsey's associates. It told me everything I needed to know and more, simply and clearly, without moralizing. A great help to a gay boy just beginning the long, often painful journey of self-discovery in an uncomprehending world.
God is light, and in him is no darkness at all. --I John 1:5
One of your Head Trucker's all-time favorites, which speaks to me of spiritual things. I would like to have this piece played at my funeral one day. It is performed here by the Vienna Philharmonic, Gustavo Dudamel conducting, in the gardens of the Schönbrunn Palace on June 20, 2019.
The Adagio was written by American composer Samuel Barber (1910-1981) in 1936; thirty years later, he used the music for his choral arrangement of the Angus Dei. He was partnered with the composer Gian Carlo Menotti (1911-2007) for more than forty years.
Your Head Trucker has noticed in the last several years that many girls and young women have developed the irritating habit of ending every sentence on a higher note - as we normally do when asking a question. For example: I live in Boston? I am majoring in biology? I want to work in hydroponics? This is a childish habit born of insecurity, it seems to me: as if the speaker is asking permission to say something, or unsure if she is saying the right thing. A careless, highly annoying habit they should have gotten over by third grade.
Recently, I've noticed boys and young men - straight guys - adopting this same rising tone at the enf of their sentences, which is different from the "gay voice" that some gay boys and gay men have. We know it came from unconsciously imitating the cadence of our mother's voices, and other female relatives; some of us grew out of that, while some embrace it. To each his own.
Whatever the case may be, grown men and women should speak clearly and confidently, not like shy little kids; that's just my opinion - you can take it or leave it. But here is Dr. Taylor Jones, a linguist who explains what the research shows about this "unmanly" speech phenomenon. I don't have the experise in that field either to agree or disagree with him. See what you think.
I'd always wanted to see this delightful scene from The Sound of Music played by a couple of gay men - and whaddaya know, somebody else finally had the same thought. Here are Andrew Keenan-Bolger and Jay Armstrong Johnson flawlessly performing the scene at the Broadway Backwards benefit in 2017. Both were about 30 at the time. Johnson, the taller one, is a Texas native and rather studly, too. Enjoy.
For comparison, here's the lovely 1965 original, played by Charmian Carr and Daniel Truhitte:
What I Say: The lyrics don't quite work between two boys, though it's all in good fun. But I dare say, they wouldn't work between a boy and a girl either, in this modern age. For a couple of generations now, girls have been raised to be as tough and indpendent as boys. How well that has succeeded, others may judge.
Today I just want to share an excerpt from a poem I happened to come across that speaks to me in the midst of this foolish, frantic, fractured, frightful modern world, so cruel and so cynical.
Lord, make me an instrument of your peace. Where there is hatred, let me sow love; where there is injury, pardon; where there is discord, harmony; where there is doubt, faith; where there is despair, hope; where there is darkness, light; where there is sadness, joy. Grant that I may seek not so much to be consoled as to console; to be understood as to understand; to be loved as to love. For it is in giving that we receive; it is in pardoning that we are pardoned; and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life. Amen.
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We cannot all do great things, but we can do small things with great love.
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Churches say that the expression of love in a heterosexual monogamous relationship includes the physical, the touching, embracing, kissing, the genital act - the totality of our love makes each of us grow to become increasingly godlike and compassionate. If this is so for the heterosexual, what earthly reason have we to say that it is not the case with the homosexual?
It is a perversion if you say to me that a person chooses to be homosexual. You must be crazy to choose a way of life that exposes you to a kind of hatred. It's like saying you choose to be black in a race-infected society.
If God, as they say, is homophobic, I wouldn't worship that God.
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