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Yellowstone & Landman

Back to back episodes of Yellowstone and Landman… …it’s great television. I’m also a fan of the old time shows like Columbo and All in the Family… …makes me laugh a little when people say things like, “they don’t make good television anymore.” These are the golden days of entertainment. Billy Bob is great. So is Kevin Costner. We enjoyed The Sopranos and Breaking Bad and Dexter. We’re fans of Shrinking. Shows that cover all sorts of dark subjects and bring laughs and absolute drama. As we watched the latest episode of Yellowstone I mentioned how long the episode was… …more than an hour. They make 10-15 episodes a season of a good show.  The big actors are now doing long-running series and it seems that movie theaters are only for the super hero things. At the same time, on Sunday morning I watched three straight episodes of ‘Golden Girls’ as I worked on some writing. Kathy came out as the third episode finished up. “Are you kidding me?” She asked. “Watch it, it’s funny,” I said. “I kno

Bluesky

Elon Musk always struck me as someone who was a tad off, but a lot of my news came from scrolling through Twitter and when Musk bought it and it went to X - which was weird - I held my nose and continued to scroll. This last month or so was too much. I think I became an official Twitter quitter when I saw him dancing like a weirdo on a political stage. Enough is enough. Now, one of the reasons why I didn’t switch to something else is because I’m technology challenged. I don’t know a whole lot about adding apps, or remembering passwords or even coming up with them. As is well documented, I have troubles turning on the television from time-to-time. So, I was hesitant, but it didn’t take much for me to make the switch and I was able to find the people I communicate with - it’s just the same two guys I golf with and a couple of people I picked up along the way. Then I’m looking for baseball news, Springsteen and Stones updates and a few jokes here or there. I don’t want or need political u

The Face We Deserve

There’s a report that the incoming disaster is telling unqualified people that he’s picked to do jobs they have no business doing that… …they’re no longer taking an oath to protect the constitution. There was also a report that military leaders who stood in protest may be court-martialed based on their lack of loyalty. Made me think of a Knopfler song on one of his solo albums where the narrator in the story goes through it one night and ends up being dumped by his love. “I looked in the mirror at the face that I deserved.” That’s where we are all at. I’m done with the worry and despair. We deserve what is going to happen… …even if it’s a thorough trashing of the constitution and the Democracy. As sick as that sounds… …we will all look into the mirror at the face we deserve. Economically the destruction of the working class began decades ago when we first bought the trickle down bullshit. Socially we went sideways when we allowed someone to thoroughly trash races of people, degrade gen

Iron Mike

I suppose that I got sucked into the Tyson-Paul fight a little bit… …not enough to stay up until Midnight to watch it because Netflix couldn’t handle the millions who wanted to view it. (Which says something). Tyson is 58 years old. What ever made anyone believe that he could win a fight against someone 30 years younger? We are all living it! Physically, what can you do like you used to? I have a buddy who still plays rec basketball even though he’s in his 60’s. That’s kind of incredible.  I miss playing basketball. I used to be a decent shooter.  A few years back my boys tossed me the ball for a 15-feet shot as I exited my car after work. The ball felt the same in my hand and the shot looked the same. I left it 4 feet short. Everything hurt after I hoisted it. It’s kind of like the car depreciating as it leaves the lot… …we get worse. Yet, I can hit a golf ball better now than I was 18. I suppose it’s why I love playing so much. Iron Mike isn’t iron anymore. But millions got transport

Whatever Hurts My Brother

Caught a movie. “Rob Peace” which was based on a true story. It was a story that was right up my alley about a black man convicted of a crime he may not have committed. I won’t give up much more, but early on, the founding statement of the boy’s prep school was: “Whatever hurts my brother, hurts me.” It’s a statement that seems lost in today’s world. There certainly seems to be a true moving away from such a philosophy. “I got mine, screw you!”  Seems much more appropriate. There’s a true nastiness afoot - especially on social media. “Detach,” one friend said. “It’s the only way you’ll stay sane.” He has a point. I watched a white man in his mid-40’s at a Five Guys - the man felt that he was kept waiting too long: “Let’s go, beaners! Give me my food before you all get deported.” Another man went to a board meeting in his town. He explained that his community was being ruined by “N-words.” Emboldened and entitled. That hurts my brothers. Such behavior hurts all of us. It’s been a sad we

Yellowstone

I’ve always liked Kevin Costner. He was great in ‘Tin Cup’. He also holds the distinction of being in the first movie we ever ordered straight to our television. It was ‘Water World’ which I also liked even though everyone else hated it. I may have liked it because I couldn’t believe we could just order up a movie and it would play right on the television. Costner was also good as John Dutton - the Dad on Yellowstone - even though everyone in the show is kind of loathsome. A show about cowboys on the huge ranch chasing money and killing one another. And they killed off Costner because he didn’t sign a new contract. Yet, here we are - we watched the first half of season five again and caught the first episode. It’s a crazy story and one that makes us say: “She’s an asshole,” about three times every episode. What gets me about it is that I’ve seen pickups - here in Buffalo - adorned with the Yellowstone insignia and ‘Dutton Ranch’. That’s weird to me! Do the drivers of such vehicles trul

Back Taking Some Time Off

Usually I can tell when I threw my back out. Not this time… …it started aching on Tuesday afternoon. By late Wednesday it was readily apparent that I wasn’t gonna’ fix it with ice and heat… …gotta get the massage. “Why don’t you take a couple of days off?” Jake asked. I laughed. “Scheduled to the teeth.” “How’s your back?” Kathy texted. “Great. Climbing ladders fixed it!” I replied. And it’ll come around, it always does. Most of what happens is that the muscles in my legs get too tight and then I have to deal with it. I have a massage therapist who destroys me for an hour and by the time I get home… …I’m right as rain. Yet, it’s wild. When your back hurts it’s hard to have many other thoughts, and Ollie doesn’t care. He dropped the ball for me as soon as I headed through the door. “Let’s go,” I said. “Get the blue one.” And mentioning the color was for my amusement. Ollie has a red football, a purple football, a yellow football, two blue footballs and one that is multi-colored that I c