"When I do not want to say things in real life I often say them here." — Mimi Smartypants
Oh, poor neglected blog! So where have I been? Off with Donna to Northern California, seeing family and friends. That’s my alibi, anyway, and here are some photos to prove it: Dick is an old friend and squadron mate from the 32nd Tactical Fighter Squadron in The Netherlands. Donna and I and Dick and Sheila […]
Since I’m blogging about domestic activities this morning, here’s the note I’m leaving for our friends Ed & Gail, who’ll be watching our house and critters while we’re away: I fed Schatzi & Chewie this morning. I left Schatzi’s food on the counter. The little scoop contains the right amount of dry food for her […]
First, it was to be a solo motorcycle trip to Las Vegas and then on to Death Valley, camera in hand. Now it’s an airline flight to the rental car counter in Sacramento, where we’ll embark on a Northern California road trip to visit friends and family in Folsom, Oroville, South Lake Tahoe, Pittsburg, and […]
The last jaguar in the United States was caught in an Arizona Fish & Game Department trap in late February. They put a radio collar on the animal and released it. They captured it again about two weeks later. You know where this is going, don’t you? Sure you do! Arizona Fish & Game decided […]
Most of my Missouri relatives are registered Republicans, but I have a Show Me niece who is more Republican than most: she’s an up-and-comer in the party who was selected to spend a summer working as an intern at the Ronald Reagan Library. Smart as hell, too, this niece. I adore and admire her, so […]
The other night while we were watching Wheel of Fortune, our nightly pre-dinner ritual, I misinterpreted A_O_T_ON. “Abortion!” I shouted, as Donna shouted “Adoption,” and of course Donna turned out to be right, because Vanna and Pat would never subject us to controversy or unpleasantness. But wouldn’t it be fun if they did? Just imagine […]
First it was Arthur Godfrey, now this. RV parks and barbershops everywhere will be draped in black. I grew up with Paul Harvey on the radio, and must admit I enjoyed his staccato delivery and homespun manner. At some point, of course, I realized “homespun” encompassed a lot of hatred. Hatred of blacks, of hippies, […]