A moron decided to fire a gun at one of our boxes, okay maybe it wasn’t on purpose but bullets tend not to discriminate as to where they land. The marksman must have fired their gun at least twice because one of the bullets failed to make it thru the steel door.This too will pass
Jet Blue Flight 387 just took off for Santa Clara Cuba. How great is it being the first commercial flight in many years to go to that lovely island nation! Hey, I thought Cuba was once our worse enemy? I guess we’ve settled our differences and soon we’ll be best of friends. Funny how that happens! Let’s look back to our former worst of worst enemies.
Wasn’t it our very own government news reels calling the people of Japan, nips and japs? Shhh, you know they all wore Coke bottle glasses and they were incredibly evil. Hmmm, now we hold them in high regard. Let’s see, Those evil German Hun of World War l with their big moustashes and heavy lisps, stomping around looking like blood thirsty gorillas. Now we call them our most cherished partner in the fight against our newest enemy.
You know back in the early sixties some genius came up with toilet paper with Fidel Castro’s face on each sheet and piñatas with Che’s likeness on it. You know nothing is funnier than seeing your little one smash someone’s face to get to the candy. That aside, George Bush Sr. covertly helped in the failed Bay of Pigs invasion with Mr. Howard Hunt. Now a real successful invasion of Cuba will take place under Mr. Bush. This time his crew will be made up of Mr. McDonalds, Mr. Hilton, Mr. Hertz, Me. Delta, Mr. Dunkin Doughnuts… This too will pass
As I was laying here thinking what I could write about, a bing was emitted from my phone. Was it CNN telling me of an earthquake 20 miles east of Papua NewGuinea just happened or was it another bombing in a marketplace in Iraq? No! It was CNN telling me, “Sources say elephant populations are dwindling.” By the way, they claimed that was a CNN exclusive morsel of information only CNN was able to get. I guess we as a nation have been so dumbed down, CNN knows they can feed us anything and all they have to do is place a banner on it. Really? It doesn’t take a genius to know elephants are becoming extinct.
Many universities and colleges are closing down their history departments and laying off history professors. Less and less students are seeking degrees in this field because what use is a history degree in today’s job market? I know what you’re saying, “Who needs history knowledge when we have CNN, MSNBC and FOX telling us what we need to know.”
Last night I was hearing John Rothman on KGO telling his audience that high school kids haven’t a clue about major historical facts and he gave a few examples; most teens couldn’t tell in which war did The Battle of The Bulge took place among other events. The final straw made me yell out, “We are doomed!” Some actually thought Benjamin Franklin was the first president of this country?
Wait, before you think CNN and the other major media outlets aren’t doing their due diligence by reporting news, Chris Brown was arrested at his house for assault yesterday and Selena Gomez is taking time off for health reasons. (I haven’t a clue who they are.) In case those two vital pieces of information aren’t proof our media keeps us informed, the next season of ABC’s The Bachelor is in production or ready to go… This too will pass
She also said, “Don’t let the other boys say you aren’t. Even Brother Ron says you’re liked by the facility and priests, specially the priests.” Little did she know I was getting buggered by the brothers for at least two years. Believe it or not, it still bothers me today. I want to let it go but I guess I’m doomed to remember what happened forty-five years ago.
As I headed to work this morning, I caught the tail end of the local headline news. Once again a school counselor/ teacher has been arrested after it was learned he had had a relationship with one of his high school students. Maybe I wasn’t hearing the news when I was a teenager in the mid-seventies but I don’t remember news stories like that…
This morning I went to my post office box to pick up the mail and there it was, my invitation to my class’s 40th reunion. I looked at the circular that came with it and there it was, “We are happy to announce Brother C.’s memorial plaque will be placed in the courtyard! Please attend this tribute to a man of service. He gave his life to serving our students!” I tore up the invitation… This too will pass
Listen, I’m no Penn fan but at least he tells it like it is. The world of television is a fake, the Hindus call it Maya. How people can even think of voting for a reality show host is beyond me. You don’t need to listen to all six minutes. After just a few minutes you’ll get the idea, Trump isn’t what he says he is. You might not like Hillary but this man is totally not qualified to be president. This too will pass
Toonce was up at his early 3am hour and as usual I got up and opened a can of yums and plopped it in his bowl. I knew it wouldn’t be another three hours before it would be light out, so I told Toonce, “You do your business then get back in here. You don’t want to be someone’s early morning snack. He meowed that he’d make it quick…
Just as I was getting comfortable, Toonce began to scratch at the door. I called out, “Okay Boo, I’m getting up! Hold your claws.” He quickly came in and jumped up on the bed. Soon we both drifted off into a deep sleep only to be awoken by a cawing crow. I turned to Toonce and said, “Can’t you do something about that loud crow. You’re a bird specialist.” He meowed, “He’s my buddy, he’s just happy being a crow.”
As I was getting ready to take off this morning I reminded Toonce to watch the place while I’m gone. Far in the distance a lone dog barked out his existence. That’s when Toonce meowed out, “You drive safe. Don’t forget we’re low on my food.” I told him I’d get some on the way home. Toonce actually has a good life! This too will pass
Part of my weekly routine is to drive to Alameda on Tuesdays and share my life with Paul. I’ve been seeing him now for going on ten years. Quite frankly, I’ve lost count of how many years we’ve been doing this. I’ll show up at 11am and talk about how my children are doing and then sometimes it’s about me being sodomized by older men as a child/teenager. At exactly 11:45am, I’ll look at the clock and say, “How about eleven next Tuesday?” He’ll reply, “If it works for you then great.” I’ll get up and head to work and think to myself, “I guess you are destined to be like this till the end.”
In a song by Harry Chapin, there’s a great verse, “It’s better sometimes when we don’t get to touch our dreams.” That one lyric sticks in my mind everyday lately. The truth will finally come out and all I can say it is what it is. The only reason I had ever contacted Paul was because of J. In 1997, we had gotten together for a few days and I simply couldn’t let it go, foolish me. The truth is, J. had moved on with her life and it really doesn’t matter anymore. The final two encounters turned out to be interesting to say the least, for she was also fighting her own demons and needed a safe corner between fight rounds.
A few months ago and for 54 days, I tried to help her get her to a safe place and a year prior to that, I did the same thing. When it was all said and done, she went back into the ring because it felt familiar. I don’t wish her bad and it is what it is. Looking back, we only communicated when she wanted to, otherwise it was dead silence. I don’t hold it against her, sometimes a drowning woman will grab at the blade of a sword to save herself. I’ve run out of things to say about J. to Paul and he kinda knows it. Paul says she only liked the echo I gave her. I didn’t want to believe it but just maybe my ego didn’t want to let me believe it. This too will pass.
I just heard that comedian/actor Gene Wilder has moved onto his next encarnation. I don’t know about you but he’s one guy I really thought would never die. Yes, everyone dies but not him. He was so good in Blazing Saddles as the drinking gunfighter that hung up his guns after he was shot by a little kid… I swear, just the way he described how it all happened, was beyond classic… Cleavon Little, Harvey Korman, Madeline Kahn and Gene Wilder were outstanding and that’s why Blazing Saddles will never go stale.
Then there was Young Frankenstein with Marty Feldman, Madeline Kahn and Teri Garr, another masterpiece of a movie. The humor was so subtle and some of the lines seemed so impromptu. I think the best scene was where Marty Feldman and Wilder were on the wagon heading to the castle and Feldman says “A wolf!” Wilder responds, “Where wolf?” Feldman, “There wolf! There castle!” I’m easily amused…
He was in many good movies and some real stinkers but he always seemed to be a nice guy in interviews… Thanks for the light you added to the world. This too will pass
The South Africans pronounce Legos Liggos and this morning I build a Liggo masterpiece. Stacking firewood is like playing with Liggos of my childhood except way more splintery. Gloves are required and just don’t drop a block on your foot. Ouchies! I wonder how many moms have told their children, “Pick up every Liggo so the vacuum doesn’t get one or else!”
Of all my toys, I loved my Liggos and I plan to get Hunter totally addicted to them when he’s old enough. How times have changed, my metal box of Liggos contained a few pieces such as the block reading store and crude windows. Today Rob’s son has a set of Liggos that you can build a skyscraper with a working elevator…
Back to firewood stacking, I guess this is a grown up version of playing with Liggos… I wish I had a banana milkshake and a peanut butter sandwich waiting for me upon finishing this creation. I’m not stacking the wood in my underwear and playing with my Tonka tractor either but I can say I can now drive a real bulldozer… This too will pass
In exactly 85 days, I’ll be playing peek-a-boo with my grandson! Some lucky souls get to see their grandchildren everyday if they choose. Three cheers to them but right now, I must make plans long in advance to hold my Hunter. Oh I’m not complaining, it is what it is. Right now I must do this, later who really knows?
I called Delta the other day and waited a few minutes until it was my turn. After hearing the voice say, “Hello Mr. Juan. Thank you for being an elite member of Delta. How may I help you” I figured Delta’s CEO had shipped the reservations department offshore. I had to ask, “What city are you in? I was expecting to hear Mumbai or Bangalore.” She replied, “Dallas Texas and I love it here! It’s like India when it comes to heat.”
The agent and I talked for a few minutes as she made the reservations and I told her how, as a teenager, my mother and I journeyed to Amarnath in the mid-70’s. She said she too had gone to that holy site in the Himalayas. I confessed to her that I had prejudged she was in a boiler room call center in Mumbai and she replied, “Funny thing, I got my start in one of them and now here I am. Thanks for flying Delta.” This too will pass