There comes a time ….

I once knew a guy who lived on Marco; his parents were immigrants from Russia, both single and met/married in America where Nick was born as the second child.  He was a wise man and self-made rich enough to retire in his late forties; age of 53 when I met him in 1981 but he lived like a pauper because he wanted to in an old trailer park with all the conveniences.  He ate and got drunk as often as he wanted to because he had the money; he washed and cleaned his person whenever he realized it was maybe time to do it but someone would have to come to his trailer home and haul him out of it for a full two days to clean the filth because Nick never washed a cup or bothered with his life scattered around on the floor and all over the place.  It was always in a mess.

 He eventually totaled a car and crippled himself; could hardly walk but still drove the new car occasionally before he got bedridden; never lost his humor or his brilliant mind.  One day we were just chatting; he was a great chatter and really loved people.  He always had time for a chat with whoever was present but didn’t take kindly to fools or arguments.  He was nearing his end.

 “You know, there comes a time when you have to pay for all the little sins that you committed two by two or even three in a row …. and you pay for them …. one by one,” he said.  He died shortly after that in 1998.

 I remember one of the first speeches by The One when his oratory with the strong pauses and incisive short statements, bowled half of America over.

 He enraptured the audience that evening with:

 “America will change ….the time for change has come …. America, the time has come.”

 He was drowned in applause several times and the audiences, Time Ragazine, Joe Klein and sixty million souls were ready to crown Him King or whatever He could have wanted or asked for.

 I remembered Nick this past week because, see, the time always comes when you have to pay for what you wanted or took for granted.  Nothing in life comes for free.

 Well, America also got what it wanted ….

 And now the time has come ….


6 Responses to “There comes a time ….”

  1. nolanimrod Says:

    You walk into the room
    like a camel, and then you frown.
    You put your eyes in your back pocket
    and your nose upon the ground.
    There oughtta be a law against you comin’ around.
    You should be made to wear ear phones.
    Because you know something is happening here,
    But you don’t know just what it is.
    Do you, Mr. Jones?

    • Ike Jakson Says:


      No Sir, indeed I don’t know but I can smell and my nose tells me something does not smell good at the big white house.

      Thank you for your thinking mind as always.

  2. nolanimrod Says:

    The one-eyed sword-swallower comes up to you and then hr kneels.
    He crosses himself. And then he clicks his high heels.
    And without further notice he asks you how it feels and says
    Here is your throat back. Thanks for the loan.
    Because you know something is happening here
    but you don’t know what it is.
    Do you, Mr. Jones?

    When Word of Napoleon’s death reached them some friends of Beethoven’s asked him if he were going to compose a funeral composition for him and Beethoven replied that he already had. In his third symphony, the Eroica.”

    I think Bob Dylan may have written the story of Obama in his Mr Jones song while The Won was still in nappies.

  3. Ike Jakson Says:

    Well Nimrod of NOLA

    Thanks for dropping in once more and for the wisdom that u r always willing to share.

    I have decided to include the Web link that you emailed me on Hillary for the benefit of everyone else

    You read so extensively I can’t keep up. Your link is so relevant to what I am trying to say in here; that the Media actually employ people to write the kind of nonsense that this guy did about Hillary makes me shake my head. It is such childish gibberish.

    Some people really don’t have a clue about the times we live in the real World of today.

  4. nolanimrod Says:

    I just wrote you about 500 words, complete with quotations and HTML tags and all kind of piquant observations. Then I went to write one more thing and touched the keyboard whereupon the entire thing disappeared. This is something that happens some time with WordPress. This time I just don’t have the heart to go through it again. Nitey-night.

    • Ike Jakson Says:


      Sorry about that; would have been nice to read because I know the mood. Sleep well, old friend.

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