TONEY ATKINS’ CUSTOM SLACKER RADIO

LISTEN AND DANCE 
TO MUSIC YOU MAY HAVE
 FORGOTTEN YOU REMEMBER!

DJ Toney Atkins, known several years ago to karaoke and dance fans in the Greater Daytona Beach, FL, Area as "Toney A," shares many of his favorite artists and tunes on his new custom Slacker Radio stations. The online stations are free, thanks to a few short commercials and display ads (but no popups). See and hear what Toney has been listening to lately, fondly remembering his active DJ days, by clicking on one of the links below:

DANCE OFF THAT BIG BOOTY -- No offense meant, because my buttocks are quite large and need a lot of twisting and whatever else is possible on the dance floor. If you "pracercize" to these hits, you could have a heart attack, so you might want to stick to your usual dancing and walking routines. This is a Slacker Radio station based on DJ Toney Atkins' personal playlist, so get ready to party:

http://slacker.com/r/lh8zH

OR TRY:

DANCE AND WORK THAT BODY -- GET RID OF THAT STITCH IN YOUR GITALONG AND PUT SOME BOOGIE IN YOUR GROOVE THANG! ADD A SMILE AND YOU'RE READY FOR GOOD-TIME DANCING OR WORKING OUT TO ENHANCE YOUR ALREADY AWESOME BODY. PROGRAMMED BY FORMER DAYTONA BEACH DJ TONEY A:
http://www.slacker.com/station/custom/236130995/1339028926  

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BABY BOOMERS: THE MUSIC OF OUR YOUNGER DAYS: DESIGNED FOR THOSE BORN FROM THE EARLY WAR YEARS IN THE 1940s THROUGH EARLY ‘70s -- DJ TONEY A WAS BORN DURING WWII, JUST BEFORE THE "BABY BOOMER" GENERATION WAS SPAWNED. THE FORMER FACTORY WORKER, COLLEGE STUDENT, MINISTER, SCHOOL TEACHER AND NEWSPAPER WRITER AND EDITOR SAW AND HEARD MANY CHANGES IN MUSIC, FROM BIG BANDS TO THE BIRTH OF ROCK AND ROLL, ALONG WITH OTHER EVOLVING GENRES AND FADS. HE WAS THERE WHEN ELVIS BECAME KING AND THE BEATLES INVADED AMERICA AND THE WORLD. HERE, HE HAS PROGRAMMED MANY FAVORITE ARTISTS AND SONGS FROM THE ERA BETWEEN THE 1940s THROUGH THE EARLY 1970s:
http://slacker.com/r/HwJrj

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MASSIVE MUSIC MASHUP, PROVING VARIETY IS THE SPICE OF LIFE… -- UPDATED: MASSIVE MASHUP OF HUNDREDS OF TONEY A's FAVORITE ARTISTS AND NEARLY 5,000 SONGS -- FROM ROCK TO EXTENDED DANCE CLUB CLASSICS, OLD SCHOOL FUNK, COUNTRY, SOUTHERN ROCK, CLASSIC ROCK, R&B, SOUL, JAZZ, EASY LISTENING, ONE-HIT WONDERS AND OLDIES-BUT-GOODIES TO NEW RECORDINGS OF DIVERSE GENRES -- SOMETHING FOR NEARLY EVERYBODY:
http://slacker.com/r/HLZPX 

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MIXED GENRES -- MULTI-GENERATIONAL MIX OF ROCK (CLASSIC, POP, OLDIES), DANCE CLASSICS, COUNTRY, SOUL, JAZZ, OTHER GENRES, ALONG WITH SOME CURRENT HITS AT TONEYA1 RADIO:
http://slacker.com/r/HSF98

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ROCKIN’ COUNTRY -- DJ Toney A programs the following station for his favorite and most-requested country and Southern rock artists and songs when he provided the music at clubs and private parties during Speed Weeks and Bike Weeks for about 10 years in Daytona Beach, FL:

http://slacker.com/r/HrfvR

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AFTER ROCK ‘N ROLL WAS BORN -- Get the gang together for an "oldies" party, focusing on the '50s and '60s, but with a bit of the '70s thrown in. Hundreds of artists and songs programmed by DJ Toney A from the massive Slacker library will bring back memories from days gone by, so put on those dancing shoes for a blast from the past:

http://slacker.com/r/21PXy

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I highly recommend Slacker Radio ( www.slacker.com/ ), where you can find what is possibly the largest streaming music on the web, and you can even create your own personal "radio stations," tailored to your tastes, along with enjoying the choice number of Slacker stations. This is an unsolicited endorsement. -- Toney Atkins, www.toneyatkins.com/

IF I SHOULD DIE, HELP THE NEEDY

By TONEY ATKINS

NORTHWEST GEORGIA -- When there is a world or national crisis impacting people in tragic ways, we usually don’t hesitate to pull out our checkbooks or credit cards to help provide aid to the victims.

What many of us don’t always see is the tragedy in our own communities – individuals and families living in poverty, often going hungry and even homeless during the tough economic times which began when U.S. companies started sending jobs overseas and continuing into the 21st century with increasing economic woes due, in large part, to the government’s huge investment in wars in Afghanistan and Iraq and the failure to create new jobs at home.

A large number of veterans of those and previous conflicts are among those who are now fighting to survive in the world today. Many people are barely surviving on Social Security, disability, unemployment checks, Medicare and Medicaid benefits, none of which are truly sufficient to live a decent life. Elderly senior citizens who live on fixed incomes sometimes have to choose between buying medication or food or other basic needs, and they don't always have relatives who can or will help them. Food stamps, when someone can qualify, don't really go that far in ensuring a healthy diet.

I have heard some folks say that people are in these dire situation through their own fault or because they choose to do live in poverty. That is far from being true, although, unfortunatly, there are many who do abuse the system and ruin things for people who are genuinely hurting because unforeseen circumstances put their lives into tailspins.

I have gone through crises when I needed help and needed it as soon as possible. As I write this, I’m dealing with health issues that are to the extent that, being totally financially broke a week before payday and still owing some on rent. These issues also have me questioning my own mortality without being morbid or self-pitying or being a hypochondriac about it.

Knowing the suffering that impacts more residents than we like to think about, I’m publishing a kind of “will” here that I pray will be followed whenever my spirit passes from this world. I have no material things, especially since selling my car to continue surviving, and no really close relatives to fight over what I don’t have or who would even have to deal with matters of my demise -- you know, those "final arrangements."

When I die, I want any body parts that I haven’t destroyed to be used by doctors to help and possibly save others. I do not want to be put on life support if my recovery will leave me in a vegetative state or dependent on others for the rest of my life. I do not want a funeral service, because it would be too expensive just for the presence of a few if any acquaintances with schedules as busy as they are today. I definitely want whatever is left of me to be cremated, not buried. My spirit will be in the hands of God’s judgment.

Especially, with apologies to florists, please do not send flowers, unless you want to send them to patients in nursing facilities.

I would like for anyone who might want to provide a remembrance of me to do so by donating to certain churches that I know provide emergency help in various ways to local residents. These churches have wonderfully and tremendously helped me in the past, putting the message of true Christianity into caring actions in their communities. If your own church does the same thing, please donate there. Otherwise, I would appreciate it beyond physical death if you would designate that your generosity is especially designated to the needy or “community benevolence” program of the specific church.

My designated churches include: 

Oakwood Baptist Church
115 Oakwood Street - Chickamauga, Georgia 30707
Also: 247 Market Place Lane - Ringgold, GA 30736
706.375.5760
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First Baptist Church of Fort Oglethorpe, GA
2645 LaFayette Road
Fort Oglethorpe, GA 30742
(706) 866-0232
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Westside Baptist Church
1914 LAKEVIEW DRIVE
Rossville, Georgia 30741
phone: 706-866-9213
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Rossville Church Of Christ
1100 MCFARLAND AVENUE
Rossville, Georgia 30741
phone: 706-866-1119
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I pray for a long life to come, so please don't wait for me to die to help those in need, and preferably do so in your own name through a church or an established organization, including food bank missions. Remember that you never know when tragedy can come to your doorstep and you might need the helping hand that reaches out to you.

Thank you, and God bless you.

1 John 3:17-18: If anyone has material possessions and sees his brother in need but has no pity on him, how can the love of God be in him? Dear children, let us not love with words or tongue but with actions and in truth.

BELIEF IN GOD DECLINING? WHAT’S HAPPENING HERE?

BY TONEY ATKINS

A disturbing new poll, released in June 2012, indicates a growing trend among young adults and teenagers to believe that God does not exist – that there is no Higher Power in the Universe.

Dan Merica, of Cable News Network (CNN), reported: ”The percentage of Americans 30 and younger who harbor some doubts about God’s existence appears to be growing quickly, according to a recent Pew Research Center survey. While most young Americans, 68%, told Pew they never doubt God’s existence, that’s a 15-point drop in just five years.”

The CNN report continued: “In 2007, 83% of American millennials said they never doubted God’s existence.”

However. CNN, reporting on the poll, said: “More young people are expressing doubts about God now than at any time since Pew started asking the question a decade ago. Thirty-one percent disagreed with the statement ‘I never doubt the existence of God,’ double the number who disagreed with it in 2007.”

“There is no God,” a young man in his 20s, told me in an interview. “I’m living in hard times. I have nothing. I look around and see hypocrisy, hatred and violence. I have prayed time and time again, but my prayers are not answered. The Bible says to ask and you will receive. I’ve received nothing, no answers, no nothing” He did not explain exactly for what he was praying.

“Prove to me that there is a God,” he challenged.

“Prove to me that there isn’t a God,” I responded.

I explained that I see a Creator in the intricacies of creation, the marvel of how our bodies just happen to be made with all its parts designed to keep us, along with all the creatures of nature, alive and functioning, with each part doing what it is supposed to do. We have a brain with the capacity for intelligence to see the world but also to have faith in what our eyes can’t see.

I am far from being an authority on physiology or spirituality, and my argument failed to convince the young man. “Show me real proof and I might believe,” he said.

Admittedly, I went through a long period of doubting the existence of God until I was in my 20s. I was not a church-goer in my childhood and adolescent years, but I was brought up in a moral if not a Christian home.

When I was in my third year of college, a pretty girl, for whom I had carried quite a torch, invited me to her fundamentalist church for our first date.

I was impressed by the heartfelt singing of old-time upbeat spiritual songs. I saw beautiful expressions on the faces of many in the congregation as they worshipped. I heard testimonies of what several individuals said that God and His earthly son, Jesus, had done in their lives. They all appeared to be normal, down-home folks who happened to have something special in their lives. The pastor taught from the New Testament of the Holy Bible in a way that I could understand, and I began to grasp in a new way the message that Jesus delivered to His followers.

I was greeted with genuine friendliness when I was introduced to several members of the congregation as Jo and I were leaving the church building after the service.

Admittedly, lust was my ulterior motive for going to the church in the first place, but I found that the young lady's outer beauty extended to the inside. Her pretty face carried a gorgeous smile, and her sense of humor hadn’t changed over the years. But there was something different, something more special about her.

Attending the church services over the next few weeks became an established part of our friendship, and I found that I looked forward to being in that building where ordinary, down-to-earth people believed in a God unseen, but Who still seemed somehow mysteriously alive and present in and for the members of the congregation.


In my spare time, I began reading the teachings of Jesus in the first four books of the New Testament. His message of peace, love and hope had meaning for me that I was only just beginning to comprehend.


I bought a copy of the Rev. Billy Graham’s book, “World Aflame,” and read parts of it at night during breaks from studying my college courses. I was becoming more and more aware of an emptiness inside and something dramatically missing from my life, and the words in the book were food for thought and for my aching soul.

On a particularly depressing day in late winter, I was inexplicably anxious and upset. I skipped a night class and drove to the Civil War national park a few miles from home. I climbed to the top of a stone tower and gazed around the park under cloudy, dreary skies. I had never felt so alone.

I wanted to stop at the home of the pastor of the church I had been attending, but cars outside his house indicated that he had company, possibly the minister who was to begin a revival the following night.

At home, I lay on my bed. Instead of studying, I continued to read the Rev. Graham’s book. I would like to say what passage struck a major chord within me, but I really don’t remember. For the first time in my life, I knelt at my bedside and sincerely prayed, asking God and Jesus to forgive me of my wrongdoings and to come into my life and change it.

A huge weight was lifted from my shoulders.

The first sign that something was different came moments after I turned off my light. There was a loud clap of thunder in the distance. Previously, I would have gone into panic mode. I had been terrified of storms for several years after a windstorm uprooted a tree within a few yards of where I had been standing. An unnatural, all-encompassing fear would have me walking the floor in terror until any storm thereafter would pass.

On this night, however, I went straight to sleep without fear and awoke the next morning full of peace and joy. I remember singing all the way to the college campus. I was happy.

Many other events would occur in the following years that convinced me that a Higher Power was at work in my life.

I became active in the church for several years, and there were wonderful times. I would like to say that as times changed, I lived a perfect Christian life, but that would be an outright lie. However, my belief in God remained intact and I knew that He (or She) answered my prayers, although not necessarily how I wanted, but always in ways that were best for me.

That faith is the only answer I have as to reasons I survived almost being killed several times, as well as overcoming health, financial and other problems.

Our minds are complicated. Our bodies are complicated. The world and the people populating it are complicated. The Universe is complicated.

I love the Internet, which continually baffles me with its complexity and remarkable ability to provide all kinds of information into my home computer, on some folks’ cellular telephones and even onto television sets.

But the Internet, which can spread facts and knowledge, is not always a good thing. Many people with evil intentions infect it, not only with destructive viruses, but with destructive misinformation. People rarely converse with each other face-to-face these days. They email or text. Instead of spreading love and positive hope through the Internet, many spread vitriolic lies and hatred, and a lot of times, the Internet can be terrifying in its relative anonymity.

For some people, the Internet has become a god. They worship it for hours on end as life goes on around them. They miss out on the simple human pleasures that we used to enjoy as recently as a generation ago. Values have changed dramatically, and not always for the best. Truth is put to the test more than ever before. The Internet and its offspring can infect and affect the human mind.


Despite all the good it can accomplish and the convenience that it has added to our lives, the Internet has hardened our hearts, diminished our humanity.


More and more, there are wars and rumors of wars around the world. Dictators slaughter their own people in fear of losing power over them. Politicians lie and make promises, but rarely explain how these promises will be carried out to the benefit of the populace. People maim and kill others, often without apparent reason. Where marriage was once "till death do us part," it has become more like a boyfriend-girlfriend existence, breaking up when things go wrong and going on to other relationships, leaving the children to suffer because of their parents' actions. Too many adults commit criminal sexual acts on under-age boys and girls, not caring about the consequences of their unspeakable actions. Too many people are content to live their lives in ignorance of the truth instead of living in reality.


God's fault? Hardly. He gave us the ability to choose between right and wrong, good and bad.

I truly feel a sadness for those people who say they no longer believe in God. They don’t know all that they are missing in good times and bad -- all that is life.

God is not just inside a church building. He is inside the people who fill those buildings, no matter what their denomination may be. He is inside all of us, waiting to be recognized and acknowledged so that His Spirit can awaken us. He waits for us to treat others with respect, love and decency in a movement that, if spread, could make this planet a much better place to live.

A world without God? How empty that would be. How sad.

MY AUNT BETTE: PRECIOUS, WONDERFUL MEMORIES

BY TONEY ATKINS
I just learned today that one of my two favorite aunts died last Thursday. Her service and burial, of which I was unaware, were several days ago, and I’m left with another hole in my heart.

Bette Dodd, my late mother’s sister, was always a bright spot in my life. Her smile and laughter would brighten a room. From the time she was in high school, this always-beautiful blonde bombshell refused to let me call her “Aunt Bette.” She was Bette to me.

I recall, with a smile, the days when I looked forward to going to the ice cream shop where she worked after school. Then, there was the time she took me to see the original black-and-white version of “The Thing” in the 1950s. Her scream during the climactic scene nearly burst my eardrums.

She always laughed at the way I pronounced the word “familiar” when I was a child. I always said “fame-uh-ler.” Even into my adulthood, she never let me live it down, even though I had long before corrected my pronunciation.

During my crazy adolescent years, I insisted one day that she hop into my old Crosley vehicle to go into the northwest Georgia countryside to meet my latest sweetheart. As we were riding down the dirt road in the middle of nowhere, we both noticed a tire passing us by and going into a ditch. It didn’t dawn on either of us for a minute that the tire had come off my car. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t stop laughing as I restored the tire to its proper place on the auto, which had seen its better days long before I got it.

She and her husband, the late Willard E. (Bill) Dodd, were generous to a fault. They never failed to be sympathetic when I used them as sounding boards when I had problems at home. As a child, I played with their kids, Ronnie and Marnie, and was so proud of my cousins when they graduated high school and what they later achieved in life.

Although we hadn’t seen each other much during the decades that I lived in Florida, my fondness for Bette never changed. Even when she was in bad health, she was the same old Bette whenever we did talk. I miss her and wish I had visited her more often and that I had been the kind of friend in our older years that she had been when I was young.

My sympathies go out to my cousins and to her friends and relatives. May the beautiful Bette rest in peace. She truly deserves it.

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OBITUARY FROM THE CHATTANOOGA TIMES FREE PRESS:
DALTON, GA -- Bette Dodd, 79, passed away Thursday, June 14, 2012 at her residence.She was preceded in death by her husband, Willard "Bill" Dodd; parents; brother and sisters.She was a member of Grove Level Baptist Church.She is survived by a daughter, Marnie Dodd, of Dalton; son, Ronnie Dodd, of Sale Creek, Tenn.; granddaughter, Sandy Dodd Zigler; very special friend, Robin Harris; nieces, Susan Tankersley and Linda Johnson; nephews, Mark Dodd, Joe Dodd, Tony Atkins and Mike Bell.A funeral service to honor the life of Mrs. Dodd will be held today at 10 a.m. at the Pleasant Grove Chapel of Julian Peeples with Rev. Bill Walker officiating. Burial will be in United Memorial Gardens.The family received friends at the funeral home Friday from 5 until 8 p.m. Flowers will be accepted or donations may be made to Amedisys Hospice, 1510 N. Thornton Ave. Dalton, Ga. 30720Julian Peeples Funeral Home, Pleasant Grove Chapel, Dalton is in charge of funeral arrangements.

WARFARIN: THE DEATH OF ME?

By TONEY ATKINS

Warfarin, a blood-thinning clot-fighter, is designed to be a life-saver, but I’m concerned that it almost has been the death of me or, if nothing else, has wreaked havoc on my body and brain.

Little did I know that almost exactly two years ago, when I took quite a fall onto concrete and gravel after missing a shaded doorstep, the prescribed medicine (an ingredient of which the early use included rat poison) would be affecting me, physically and psychologically.


Regardless of what some people may believe, I am not a rat and I'm certain that warfarin was not given to me to thin my blood to the point of hemorrhaging to death. But I digress.


A week after the July 2010 tumble, a painfully swollen foot sent me hobbling to the emergency room, where a blood clot was discovered in my leg. After at least seven days of self-injections in the stomach area of shots valued at about $1,000, warfarin became my cross to bear for at least two years.


For those not familiar with warfarin (a generic of Coumadin), it is a pill that thins the blood to prevent clots from forming and helps to dissolve blood clots that have already formed. The purpose is to prevent clots from going to the lungs, heart and brain, avoiding heart attacks or strokes.

The patient has to be monitored by blood work at a doctor’s office or in a hospital because the warfarin levels in the blood have to be maintained at a specific level. This may mean a change in prescribed dosages from month to month, and the individual must observe eating guidelines and definitely avoid certain green vegetables and anything containing Vitamin K. Alcoholic beverages are frowned upon, and warfarin can interact with other medications.

All this became a very frightening reality to me about two weeks ago, when I could have bled out and died if I had suffered a serious cut or even if I suddenly developed internal bleeding from an ulcer or such.

Several months ago, my prescribed dosage had been increased to 5 mg. per day. After a recent blood test, it was increased to 5.5 mg. Another test indicated I should take the warfarin once a day for five days and not take it on weekends. Later, I received another phone call from my physician’s nurse saying I should return to the daily dose.

Those boring details take me to the blood check of nearly two weeks ago. I hadn’t felt truly well for some time, but I attributed that to the natural aging process since I had not changed any habits.

After the lab technician took my blood, we both noticed that where the needle had been inserted bled longer than usual but finally stopped. The blood sample was later sent to an outside lab for analysis. That was on a Tuesday afternoon.

I heard nothing from the doctor’s office on Wednesday and assumed all was okay, except for several bruises on my arm. Thursday morning, however, I received a call from the office of the complex in which I live, telling me that it was “very important” that I call my doctor immediately.

After finally being connected to the proper source, I was told that I “urgently” needed to go to the local hospital emergency room, because the test results showed that my blood was about five times thinner than it should be, or in the technician’s word, “critical.”

Needless to say, I nearly freaked out. I opened a can of turnip greens and a can of cabbage and nuked the Vitamin K-containing vegetables in the microwave. I devoured the food as I contemplated the possibilities before calling 911. After all, the test was done two days earlier. A few more minutes before calling an ambulance wouldn’t kill me – I hoped.

During my nearly six-hour visit to the ER, blood work was done, I received an injection of Vitamin K, and an ultrasound was performed to determine whether I had any blood clots. Fortunately, I was clot-free. Possibly because of my vegetable “breakfast,” my warfarin level was down, but far from being where it should be.

The doctor, who I consider to be very efficient, ordered me not to take any more warfarin until I came back to the hospital the following Monday for another blood test in the lab there. (My luck was staying true to form: My insurance would not cover the test and the cost was about $75.)

What I had thought was real drama was only beginning.

The following day, I called my physician’s office for the results of the blood work. The hospital staff had assured me those results would be sent Monday evening, but the report was nowhere to be found Tuesday afternoon at my doctor’s facility. At the nurse's request, I detailed the visit to the emergency room Thursday, what the doctor there had determined and what I was instructed to do.

The nurse apparently contacted the hospital, had a copy of the report resent and had consulted my doctor. She called me back and said my warfarin level was essentially normal and that I should resume taking the medication at double the amount of blood-thinner – 10.5 mg or 11 mg, I don’t recall exactly.

I literally shouted into the telephone: “What are you trying to do? Kill me?” Somehow, I refrained from using the expletives that were swirling in my mind.

I repeated to her that I had been taking 5.5 mg of the blood=thinner once a day for a couple of months. The prescription that she was about to call in to my pharmacist would be twice as strong, thereby making my blood twice as thin as it was when I was when ordered to go to the hospital. I was more than a little frustrated, upset and frightened about what the pills could have done to my body.

The nurse said she would talk to the doctor again and call me back. Minutes later, she called and revised the dosage down to 2.5 mg per day, which was far more reasonable to me.

Two days later, after I attempted to resume my routine, my hearing was more out of whack than usual and, even scarier, my eyesight was dim, blurry and adversely reacting to light to the extent that I could see a little inside my apartment and even less while wearing my eyeglasses and sunglasses outside. I am also having mild hallucinations in the corner of my left eye.

I have written this while wearing sunglasses because the computer screen is too bright and the print is virtually obscure, so please pardon any dramatic errors. The television screen is also hard to watch.

This major vision problem just started Thursday night. The eyesight is a little better this morning (early Monday), thank God, but I am definitely contacting a physician in case there have been serious developments that may possibly have been caused by the unintentional but prescribed overdose of warfarin. I still don’t feel normal, whatever normal is.

I share this experience because I know of other people who have to take warfarin to prevent blood clots. I urge anyone who, out of necessity, have to take this medication to be tested as per a doctor’s instructions and make sure the prescribed dosage is taken, because there can be numerous effects not outlined here.

Also, do not be afraid to question the amount of the dosage if you feel that it is unreasonable.
Several mistakes sent me to the hospital, and I do not want anyone to have to deal with the possible physical damage and the accompanying, sometimes underlying fear and concern about over dosage or even under-dosing.

My story’s ending remains uncertain. Make sure yours or a friend’s or loved one's is a happy one.

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BACKGROUND INFORMATION (from http://www.ehow.com/about_6524045_rat-poison-coumadin.html ):
Warfarin was developed from spoiled sweet clover hay. It was known that in some cases spoiled hay lead to livestock deaths due to hemorrhaging. Researchers at the University of Wisconsin attempted to breed a sweet clover plant that would not cause bleeding in livestock that consumed any spoiled feed made from the plant. This research isolated dicoumarol that was patented as an anti-coagulant in 1941. It was refined and synthesized as warfarin in 1948.

Warfarin was initially used as a rodenticide and rapidly became the most widely used rodent poison in the world. According to the Institute of Traditional Medicine, a 1951 attempted suicide incident where an individual consumed a large dose of warfarin but recovered lead to research concerning the use of warfarin in humans. The first human uses of warfarin, called Coumadin when used in humans, were in 1954 when President Dwight Eisenhower was treated with it after a 1955 heart attack.

Warfarin disrupts the action of vitamin K, a substance that promotes blood clotting, as it works in the body. It also disrupts a number of proteins produced by the liver that also play a part in blood clotting. In rodents this lack of blood clotting causes fatal internal hemorrhaging. In humans, with controlled doses and blood testing, the reduction in the blood clotting function reduces the possibility of some medical conditions.

Read more: Rat Poison & Coumadin | eHow.com http://www.ehow.com/about_6524045_rat-poison-coumadin.html#ixzz1y7Sfz36F

THIS IS A TEST … A BOOK CHAPTER COMING, AND SOMETHING FOR GORDON LEE’s CLASS OF ‘61

This is a test posting, trying something different.

Meanwhile, watch for a chapter of my book to appear here within the next couple of weeks, with publication planned before Christmas.

Yes, soldier friend (you know who you are, LOL), I’ve been promising this for five or more years, but it’s finally coming. I’ll be publishing it and financing the project with my own money, of which I have little at present because of car, computer, health, an unexpected change of residence and other expenses and a set limited income. Donations are welcome … just kidding.

Also, in a few days, I’ll be posting an article and several items that, because of a major computer glitch, were left out of the booklet commemorating the 50-year Gordon Lee High School, Chickamauga, GA, Class of ‘61 Reunion about this time last year. Watch for that, too.

Wishing you all good health, much wealth, happiness, love and many blessings! – Toney Atkins, June 6, 2012 3:40 a.m.

PART OF MY BOOK IS COMING HERE

For those who have bugged me for days, months and years, I’m finally going to share part of my book on this blog. It’s a little steamy, so prepare your iced beverage to keep you cool. Watch for it in this spot soon. -- Toney