My lawn is squishy from excessive summer rains. Please, somebody turn off the faucet.
Perusing the news. A 100-year-old fruitcake was discovered to still be edible. Any takers?
More people are cheating on their taxes. I think the same people have always cheated–just never got caught.
The parent company of IHOP and Applebees, is reportedly ready to close up to 160 underperforming outlets. Funny thing, I was just talking about our local franchise, and how it had gone downhill.
Anyone else want to see an “Apolitical Television Network?”
Radio commercials heard many times before–“make money working from home;” “reduce credit car debt forever;” “regain your brain power.” Have to give credit for persistence.
Frozen pizzas were scattered all over the highway in an Arkansas community this week, due to a delivery truck mishap.
Elvis Presley week is fast approaching. Do you have celebration plans?
Is the current crises with N. Korea like the Cold War of the past? It is a small reminder of what it was like. The Cold War was much worse. When schools start to have “duck and cover” drills, once again–then, I’ll start to worry.
Some experts alleged predicted solar eclipse maps were inaccurate. In any case, much of the northern hemisphere, will glimpse a complete to partial eclipse. I remember safely viewing past partial eclipses by reflections, and with welder’s helmets.
A stray cat ran across the outfield during a recent St. Louis Cardinals baseball game. The team went on to win and the fluffy tabby will henceforth be known as “The Rally Cat.” The feral cat was later found, and I wish him/her well.
“Wake up. You were snoring,” Said the bailiff–while shaking my shoulder.
“Yes, he was–very loudly,” Said one of my fellow jurors.
“Sleep on your own time–not on the court’s,” Warned the bailiff.
Doubtful, anything that drastic will happen. I’ve been summoned for jury duty the first two weeks of April.
Not that I have anything against doing one’s civic duty. I’m a Vietnam-era vet, for Heaven’s sake.
I know that obligations can turn into more than one hoped for. My wife served on a jury; was selected for a murder trial that deliberated for three months.
“Who was Dog the Bounty Hunter?” My wife asked, upon her return, one night during the trial. During break that day the reality show star had been outside the courthouse. She wasn’t impressed with the “Dogster”–only with the plethora of local TV news crews.
Whatever happens, there won’t be much time for blogging, or other internet activities. I won’t be able to talk about any of the proceedings.
Not to worry–other than the 45 mile commute each direction; my wife warned me; most of the time would be consumed by legal wrangling between prosecution and defense teams.
“It would be like going to work for the county every day,” She said. “Hurry up and wait.” Where had I heard that before?
What light through yonder window breaks? Why, it’s our long-lost friend the sun.
It’s a good day for conclusion jumping, claim jumping, line jumping, leap frogging, frog jumping; any other kind of jumping–for those so inclined. Makes me tired just thinking about it.
Beating the bushes for story ideas–at the same time, careful not to overlook the obvious.
Fingers didn’t move as fast as my mind worked. That will never change.
Sometimes I feel like the guy that spoke several languages; didn’t understand any of them.
Technology changed the world–changed the way we do things. Made the world seem smaller. In spite of advances, human nature never changed.
There’s comfort to be found when things don’t change too drastically, too quickly. I despise planned obsolescence, which seems to occur faster-and-faster.
I’m older, like to reminisce. Only people of my generation can relate to the same experiences. On some days, I feel like a twenty-year-old, trapped in a sixty-eight year old man’s body. Other days the opposite is true.
In the old days, we didn’t apply superlatives to everything that happened.
What would happen if a termite were taped to a splinter to remove it?
Rhein-Main AB Clinic–My duty station in Germany, from 1971-73. Lots of good memories. The air base is now part of Frankfurt International Airport’s terminal #3 complex. This photo was taken circa, 1979, by someone else–however, the place looked the same.