One Of Our Puppies Took 1st Prize 3 Times, Reserve 2 Times & Best Puppy!

It looks like we've got our hands on yet another winner puppy as this was his first Show ever. Remember, we've got Puppies for sale, (much younger) if you're interested in Yorkies.

Mo Hits, Mo Hits, Mo Hits!

Old Man Billy Duvall has included me into his Turkey of the Year Finals.

"TURKEY OF THE YEAR CONTEST

It is that time of the year again; the infamous duvafiles Turkey of the Year contest will launch next week.

Nominations will be accepted through Sunday. Don't bother with , in alphabetical order, Albero, Gilchrest, O'Malley, Pollitt and Smith ( as in Louweasel), as each one has qualified for the finals"

Do you think the man has issues with me, or what? I don't exactly know why, (LOL). All I get from people is they no longer go to his Site as well as many got sick and tired of the CLICK HERE and GO THERE posts.

Once Wilber was exposed as his COEIU Agent, (Crack Offshore Electronic Intelligence Unit) Billy flipped out and his inside information instantly disappeared. The next thing I knew, (since I was the guy to expose it) I'm on his honored Turkey List.

He has since also dumped any connection with Campbell and yes, even Harris. Duvall supported Harris until I showed my interest and especially after the Harris Campaign chose sbynews to market their campaign. This obviously brought old Billy over the top and he turned on us all once again.

So what does Billy have left? The Anti Albero Blogs. I wouldn't know what they are saying any more since I refuse to visit their sites. Those are his only friends left. I know how you can get your hits back Billy. Hook up with the Fire Fighters and tell them how much you love "Wet Backs"! In case many of you didn't know, Billy Duvall was FIRED by the Governor from a Judiciary Position because of his bigotry towards Hispanics. He liked to call them "Wet Backs" on his Blog and Barrie Tilghman had him fired. How's that blood pressure now Billy?

Anyhow, you'd get along fabulously with many of the other bigots on the Fire Department. Heck, I'll even bet when you die they'll give you one of those fancy funerals for being such a supporter.

Let's see, what would Turkey of the Year do to me? MORE HITS! That's it Billy, pick me, pick me!

A True Veterans Day Story

When I was a boy, I'd spend small amounts of time with my grandfather. My most vivid memories embrace a time when he was in his late 60's - early 70's and I was in my teens. He was a formadible figure being 6'-4" and about 200 lbs. He was almost always grumpy and spent much of the time that I knew him sitting at a kitchen table by himself or in a bedroom he didn't share with my grandmother. I had heard stories throughout the course of my life that he had been in the army during WWII and that when he came home he wasn't the same. Being just a kid, my thoughts about that never went any further than just hearing it. Now, looking back, I never knew just how much that could mean.

During that time in my life I recall a Bible floating around the family. It was a small Bible that had a leather cover, red velvet spine, a hand-carved ivory insignia on the front, and, oddly enough, was written in German. It seemed to spend time at my aunt's house, then make it's way to my grandmother's, then to ours. Never knowing, at first, the story behind this Bible, I never even looked at it. But that all changed. As time went by I spent more time with my grandfather. When I was about 15 I found myself spending time with him every sunday. I would sit with him, watch old black and white movies, roll him cigarettes with an old buglar cigarette machine, and talk. One day while I was talking to my grandfather and rolling his cigarettes, the subject of that Bible came up. I don't recall how the subject came up but I do remember that the whole story behind it unfolded so unexpectedly that I didn't know how to react - so I just sat and listened. T his is what I heard. During the depression, work was scarce and a lot of people were homeless and hungry. Many people, including my grandmother and grandfather, were reduced to living in what became known as "Hoovervilles". Hoovervilles were makeshift shelters or shanties made of whatever people found laying around, which were built on land belonging to other people. When WWII broke out, many men saw enlistment as an opportunity to feed thier families as well as serve thier country. My grandfather enlisted and served under Gen. George Patton. in Europe. While overseas my grandfather saw combat the old fashioned way - in fox holes and trenches. During one particular skirmish, he was engaged in a one-on-one firefight with a German soldier. He told me that he and the German soldier exchanged fire - one shot at a time - for more than an hour. He said he could hear the bullet whistle by him before he could hear the report from the German rifle and that everyo ne talket about the fact that if you could hear the bullet go by, you knew you were OK. He told me that the last round he fired was never answered by a round from the German soldier so he advanced on the Germans foxhole. As he continued to unfold memories from forty years past, I heard a crack in his voice that I'd never heard before. It caused me to look up from my mindless, repetition of rolling his Buglers. I looked in his face and to my surprise I saw tears welling upin his eyes. I had never see him like this. He continued to tell me that when he got to the German foxhole he found a German soldier killed by a single bullet which had hit him in the center of the helmet and through the forehead killing him instantly. The German soldier was not more than 15 or 16 years old. My grandfather went through the Germans wool coat (as was a common practice) and found that Bible which he brought home. The next day a German "potato masher" (German hand grenade) found its way next to my grandfather and blew him out of the trench was in. He carried some of that steel in his legs until the day he died. Just as quickly as that story began, it was over. But I now know that it lived on in his mind long after he was done telling the story to me. My grandfather passed away in 1983 just as poor as he was when he lived on Line Ditch. Until I grew up I thought that he never had anything to leave to his two kids or many grandchildren. I was wrong. When he passed away, he took with him the memories of the horror and pain of war, but he left behind a legacy of freedom and democracy for which he and countless others paid a significant price. I am now 43 years old and I will be forever in debt to him and all men and women who have made sacrifices such as those made by him so that we may live in the "land of the free". I am humbled by thier sacrifice. Even though they may not leave us money or other material things, they have left us very wealthy, indeed. I now have that Bible and it will remain in my possession along with the memories of that day I spent with my grandfather when he painted a picture, the colors of which I've only recently been able to see. My heartfelt "Thank You" goes out to everyone who has ever served honorably in our Armed Services. Now is the time for our generation to do what we must to make certain that we pass the torch to the generation coming up behind us.


The photo I sent you is that of my grandmother, grandfather, and the baby is my dad on August 1, 1931, in front of thier shanty in a Hooverville in a place known as "line ditch" in Camden, N.J. The entire "villiage" had only one spigot from which they got water.....COLD water.
I have also sent some pictures of that Bible. I can't read it but I know that we'd all do well to learn a little from what it says.

The Daily Times Fails To Deliver AGAIN!

Although today is the most expensive paper of the week, the Daily Times shorted an entire section, perhaps more!

Where's the Editorial Section? Where's the Comment Section? Where's the weekly Question of the Week Section?

For what it's worth, those are the sections I enjoy most, yet they're nowhere to be found this week. Perhaps they wanted every one's attention on the Fire Station Bell instead? Here's a good question for The Daily Times. How much will it COST the TAXPAYERS for that little piece of History?

I'm NOT suggesting it shouldn't be done. I'm simply wondering just how much it just cost me to have a bell hung outside the new Fire Station? A little bit of responsible reporting would be nice. You could simply end it with, it's a small price to pay for such History.

Today's Wildlife Photo

You know you're a Redneck when.............

Best In Show!!!

This Sealyham Terrier handled by Marjorie Good won Best In Show. Today's Show will run from 8:30 AM to 5:00 PM featuring 1,217 dogs today. Meaning it will be one heck of a show today as well.

Salisbury Kennel Club Show Well Attended

As you can see, there were plenty of people visiting the Show yesterday waiting to catch the Best In Show Honors.

One Upmanship Day

If there's ever been a day for bragging, TODAY is the day!

I want to hear your stories about your family history referencing ANY War.

I have never seen a platform like this before that would allow anyone and everyone to come and read what everyone has experienced in their own words. I will create Posts out of some of them, so if you have photos you'd like to send as well , send them to, alberobutzo@wmconnect.com. Remember, I'm on dial up so don't send me HUGE files.

I look forward to hearing back from all of you and thank you.

Dear Barrie & Chiefy

I couldn't have said it any better myself. Sorry for the language Folks, I couldn't correct it.

A Friend Sent This To Me This Morning

I just want to remind all my friends that today is Veterans Day,a special day set aside to honor those who have served their country in wartime and in peace throughout the years in all branches of the military.
Veterans Day began in 1918 as Armistice Day,celebrating the end of World War I-a war in which my paternal grandfather fought as a young man.It has become a paid day off to some people-but I implore you to never forget the true meaning of the day.
I plan on calling my father tomorrow to not only tell him I love him-but to also thank him for his service-he is a Vietnam Veteran(Army 25th Inf.) and although he was drafted at the age of 19,he has never regretted serving his country,and today is still proud of it.Alot of men never made it back during that war as with other wars,and we must never forget them-and we must also let those who did survive know that we are grateful for their sacrifice.
I personally am against the current conflict in Iraq,nevertheless I respect and appreciate our servicemen and women who are separated from their families and everything they love to serve their country proudly.I urge all of you reading this to take a moment of your time today and reflect on what this day means....and if you know someone who has served,in war or peacetime,thank them and let them know that they deserve this day.