The truth may set you free, but finding the truth is like playing tennis. You don't get a hint of it until you've returned the volley about three or four times. The mainstream media counts on the masses never returning what's served up. Journalism today has become a caricature not unlike what Robert Lynd describes by saying "Research without an actively selective point of view is like the ditty bag of an idiot, filled with bits of pebbles, straw, feathers and other random hoardings."
Eye-Opening Perspectives for Heroic Hearts
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Ted Williams Homeless Golden Voice Thankful For Flag
by Winsip Custer CPW News Service
Ted Williams may have been homeless, but he wasn't flagless. Thanks to the generosity of Mrs. Wilma Newhouse, who lived in the neighborhood where Ted weathered the cold and dampness of winter, he was not without the shelter of a fine synthetic nylon, red, white and blue flag that had flown on her front porch. "I saw him looking at the flag one morning and thought 'he can use it more than I can' and since we quit taking it down every evening after my husband died it was a no-brainer. I knew it could weather many cold evenings. I replaced the flag every three or four years anyway, so it's tough as nails," said the retired Cleveland school teacher who said that she had to retire after they took prayer out of the opening ceremony at her elementary school.
Wilma, whose husband was a Baptist minster who became an Episcopal priest said "my husband and I were dedicated Christians who try to help people and while we did not fly the American flag in the church after we became Episcopalians....which was why we became Episcopalians...we have always flown it in our hearts. If I had ever heard Mr. Williams speak I would have encouraged him to become a Baptist or Episcopalian minister because my husband always had this nasally, squeaky, high pitched voice that sounded like a garden rake dragged across a slate roof."