Half-Baked, as Usual
As hot as it is today, you’d think my thoughts would be fully cooked, not half-baked. But there you go.
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As hot as it is today, you’d think my thoughts would be fully cooked, not half-baked. But there you go.
From all I can see, most Los Angelenos continue to go about their daily business, unaware of the protests Trump & company are calling an insurrection. Then again, if anyone knows what an insurrection is, it would be Trump.
I’m reminded of the year we lived in Montana, tucked up in the northeast corner with our neighbors Saskatchewan and North Dakota, the strongest radio and television signals coming down from Moose Jaw.
The Philippine Mars is one of two surviving Martin JRM-1 seaplanes built for the U.S. Navy in World War II.
Our son, daughter-in-law, and grandson visited over the weekend.
Too bad I’m broke, huh?
Sorry there’s not more today, but at least there’s something.
I wrote this post ten years ago and am moving it back to the top of the blog for Memorial Day.