...weve renovated...

...we've renovated...

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Muley’s Cafe 2.0


Dear readers;

     You have probably been wondering…..What happened to Muley’s Cafe?. Well, it’s still here, but I’ve been very busy lately with some issues of late and just haven’t the time to post anything new.

I started this blog to stay away from all things political, but have come to the conclusion that having an entertainment blog does not generate the conversation that usually accompanies those other blogs and forums. As Mr. Jeff Hess at Have Coffee Will Write says so frequently, “it’s all about the conversation”. I love the conversation, getting peoples ideas, thoughts and such.

So, here we are today trying to figure out, “what is Muley up to?”   Well, I’ll tell ya’s, I’m going to do some changes here at Muley’s Cafe. Not exactly sure, but just the same, changes are on the way. It may take a couple of weeks to do this, for I am a very busy man of late, but changes are coming.

In the mean time, for your listening pleasure, I give you:

King Crimson



music and lyrics by: Trace Adkins


God Bless Our Troops


....Arlington National Cemetery



4 years have passed since you left.

4 years for me to ponder “what would Mom do?”

4 years to figure out what I could’ve done to make you better.

4 years since I touched your lovely face.

It all seems so long ago, but only 4 years since you left.

I Miss You So Much.

I miss how you stuffed your socks in the chair cushion.

I miss the way you drove your car. (yikes)

I miss your calls.

I miss the many hair pieces you wore.

I miss the way you wore “babushkas”

I miss the twinkle in your eyes.

I Miss You.

I miss your stuffed cabbage.

I miss you hollering ….BINGO!

I miss seeing you at the fish fry.

I miss your hugs when I get sad.

I miss you telling me you hit the lottery….again.

I miss you saying….Dale Leonard ! when I done wrong.

I Miss You.

 I miss the doilies you had on all your tables.

I miss your love for the family.

I miss your visits for the hell of it.

I miss the way you walked.

I miss going to church with you.

I miss watching “Wheel of Fortune” with you.

I Miss You.

 I miss your stories when I was too young to remember.

I miss coming over and fixing your meds.

I miss how you worried about me.

I miss our visits to the cemetary to see Dad.

I miss the way your short-little legs moved like a catepillar.

I miss the way we argued, even when you knew you were wrong.

I Miss You.

 I miss your keepsakes.

I miss your smile.

I miss your colorful wardrobe.

I miss the bus trips to ball games.

I miss you yelling at Dad when he came home a bit tipsy.

I miss how you loved God.

I Miss You.

I miss the family reunions.

I miss how you hid things at Christmas.

I miss how you gave to others.

I miss your trips to Atlantic City.

I miss how you pampered me, your baby.

I miss you doing my laundry when I was single.

I Miss You

I miss going to dinner with you.

I miss seeing you with your friends.

I miss your strength when times were tough.

I miss the “care” packages you would send.

I miss your stubborness, just like mine.

I miss your voice.

I Miss You. Oh God……I Miss You So Much.

Happy Mothers Day, Mom. I Love You.



Lorain Lighthouse

 it’s that time of year, backyard barbeques, visiting our parks, festivals and in general, getting outdoors. Shake those wintertime blues with a Lighthouse tour sponsored by The Lorain Port Authority

 Lorain’s Lighthouse was constructed in 1916-1917, and serves as a beacon for mariners from many parts of the world. Electricity was added in 1932, and was operated by the U.S. Coast Guard from 1939 until 1965 when it was decommisioned after the installation of the automated light. In 1990 it was purchased by The Port of Lorain Foundation, which took on an immense renovation project that continues today.

 The Lorain Port Authority will be sponsoring tours of Lorain’s masterpiece starting this month, with tentative dates as such:

May 24th

June 14th, 28th and 29th

July 5th, 19th and 20th

August 2nd, 16th and 30th

So, if you have friends or family visiting in the coming months, won’t you consider a tour of the port’s jewel for their pleasure?. It’s an experience we all can share in.

 And if you want to be a volunteer for any of the above mentioned tours, please fill out the volunteer form linked here and submit it to The Lorain Lighthouse Foundation.



The events of May 4, 1970 can be viewed here


...William K Schroeder.....

William K Schroeder

July 20, 1950 – May 4, 1070

....Sandra Scheuer.....

Sandra Lee Scheuer

August 11, 1949 – May 4, 1970

...Jeffrey Miller.....

Jeffrey G Miller

March 28, 1950 – May 4, 1970

...Allison Krause.....

Allison Krause

April 21, 1951 – May 4, 1970


Who Killed Allison? Why? What has she done?

Read by Barry Levine in honor of Allison Krause during the 30th Commemoration ceremonies.

Not us says the KENT TOWNSFOLK
Those rotten students thought this was some kind of joke
Marchin’ and yellin’, and singing those songs,
Why wasn’t she in class where she belonged?
Her parents shoulda’ learned her better.

Those stinkin’ kids-don’t appreciate what they’ve got
If it had been up to us, they would have all been shot.

You can say what you want, and say what you must
Just don’t point your fingers at us
We’re not the ones who made her fall
No, you can’t blame us at all.


Not us says the UNIVERSITY
That girl was here to get a degree
To Inquire, To Learn, To reflect, and debate.

It wasn’t her place to demonstrate – against the State
If she had something,
She should have had it clear
In a paper, or in the classroom, where free speech is dear.

And no one can hear, and no one can hear.

Sure she was an honor student, but she should have known better
Than to stand up and speak out in public, where did that get her?

There is a time and a place for freedom of speech
She should have known that because that’s what we teach
but please, don’t’ point your finger at us
We are not the ones that made her fall,
No, you can’t blame us at all.


Not me says the MAYOR OF KENT
If only those kids knew what it had meant
To burn down ROTC- they left me no choice
They were all chanting “End the war” in one loud voice
I had to call the Guard- it was hard, it was hard,
But I tell you, we needed Law and Order
And anyway, she wasn’t my daughter
It’s a a shame she had to die that day
But when you throw rocks, well, that’s just the American way.

I feel bad, I do, but I didn’t pull that trigger
It wasn’t me that made her fall
No, you can’t blame me at all.


Not me says TRICKY DICK
I listened to my advisors, take your pick
Haldeman, Ehrlichman, Mitchell and Dean
Agnew, and Colson, they all knew the scene
Those college kids were bums-they needed a lesson
So I put out the word around this great land
To stop those damn hoodlums any way that you can
And Rhodes, he heard me, thank g-d for that
He knew exactly what to do with that group of brats
But you can’t pin it on me, don’t’ you see?

It wasn’t’ me that made her fall
No, you can’t blame me at all.


The man who made this whole thing explode
Yes, I’m the son of a bitch who pounded the table
and ranted and raved until everyone was able
to hear me call those students Brown Shirts,
the worst element that we harbor in America today.

But that was my job, to incite the Guard, and I did it OK
If those kids wanted a riot to create,
They picked the wrong town, they picked the wrong state.

There will be no riots in the State of Ohio, not on my watch, not on this date
Look, the Guard got my meaning, the Guard got my drift
They did what they had to – they laid ’em out stiff.

Its a shame it had to be that way, but who’s to know and who’s to say
It might have been different had it not been election day.

So what are you going to do? Sue me?

I’m not the one that made the call
And I’m not the one that made her fall
So Fuck You, you can’t blame me at all.


Not us says the NATIONAL GUARD
Who chased those kids across the yard,
And through the fields so thick with gas
With our bayonets fixed, it became certain, there was no doubt
We would teach those little bastards what Law and Order was all about
Yes, we’re the ones that climbed the hill and turned in our tracks
And aimed our rifles dead center in her back
But if we didn’t act, she would have overrun us for sure,
There were snipers, she had rocks, and those curses that we endured.

We had no choice, we had to act – it was her life or ours
Yes we shot her in cold blood, it’s true, it’s true,
But that is what we were told to do
Don’t say “murder,” don’t’ say “kill”
We were only following orders, it was the G-d’s will.


the man, the myth.....The Legend 

   I’ve been a fan of Nascar since my days in North Carolina back in the late 70’s, about the same time a young, reckless Dale Earnhardt started making a name for himself, starting with capturing the “Rookie of the Year” award at the conclusion of the 1979 Winston Cup season, and culminating in 7 Winston Cup championships, equalling the King, Richard Petty for the most ever in Nascar history.  As a brash, young driver back in the 70’s, young Dale idolized his father, Ralph Dale Earnhardt, also a former champion driver in Nascar.

……But I’m not going to tell you all the history and feel good stories of Dale’s life and career. No, I want to tell you about the “phenomenon” of Dale Earnhardt after his death, how the legend grows from year to year.

 I’ve attended many Nascar races, most were at Darlington, South Carolina, for The Southern 500.  As Dale was always, and forever, my favorite driver, I was amazed at the long lines of fans that were at his souvenir trailers to buy anything “Earnhardt”. These lines would be 5 or 6 rows deep, compared to other trailers, where you might see 5 or 6 fans mingling around.

  Year after year, these lines at Earnhardt’s trailers would continue to grow, to the point now,  there are 2 or 3 Earnhardt trailers at just about every race on the Nascar schedule. Before his death, Earnhardt garnered 40 to 50% of all Nascar souvenir sales. One driver…..amongst 42 others. Even today, 8 years after his death, Earnhardt is still in the top 5 in souvenir sales.

....the myth.....

   Another thing that amazes me, and sorry it doesn’t continue, is this fact. Without any promotion, encouragement whats so ever, at the beginning of every race following Earnhardts tragic death at Daytona International Speedway Feb. 18th, 2001, on the third lap, most fans would hold up three fingers in a salute to their hero. Again, nobody came out with an announcement, “hey, this is what we want to do”. They just did it. And if you didn’t get to go to races, and just stayed home and watched on T.V., the broadcast announcers would remain silent during the 3rd lap, week after week, race after race for the whole season. I was honored by partaking in this activity, at home and the race track.

...3 held high......

   Well, today would’ve been Dale’s 57th birthday, and for the 7th year in a row, “Dale Earnhadt” day will be celebrated from 9 a.m. until 7 p.m.  at Dale Earnhadt headquarters in Mooresville, N.C. and the thousands of folks that will trek to that little hamlet, otherwise known as Race City, U.S.A. is simply amazing.

Happy Birthday, Dale

You left us way too soon.

...farewell at DEI....