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Valentine’s Day

There was no crazy Valentine’s Day celebration here at Camp Clifford. No cards, or flowers or chocolates. In fact, we didn’t even mention it. I did bring my Mom a candy bar and some cupcakes, but I usually do that each week anyway. Kathy has never cared about any of the celebrations for any event - we forgot our anniversary one year, celebrating it, by going out to dinner, on the wrong day. In fact, the only memories I have about any sort of Valentine’s Day celebrations goes way back to grammar school when we’d be expected to bring a Valentine for all of our classmates. I do recall making sure that I gave the best one to the girl I had a crush on, but it didn’t have much of an impact. I certainly had a date or two on Valentine’s Day in high school or college… …but certainly nothing earth-shattering. Yet, it’s freaking February! There has to be something to look forward to. So, I checked out sone of the posts on social media. Flowers here… …out to dinner there. And there’s going to be d...

Let’s Keep Talking About It

Pam Bondi made a complete fool of herself in front of Congress. She was belligerent, nasty and biased. The thing about her job is that she’s supposed to be impartial. She sure seems to be favoring the members of the administration and protecting pedophiles. At one point, she mentioned that they were ‘moving on’ from the files, and it was further announced that there would be no more arrests. All the while the information continues to be leaked. Listen, it’s the last thing I want to discuss. Rape of children. Murder. Even stories of possible cannibalism. That’s what they want to move on from? And imagine the men who KNOW what they did, and now realize that their crimes will see the light of day. Alan Dershowitz, who penned an opinion that the age of consent is too high. He famously mentioned that he received a massage but kept his underwear on. I read some claims made by victims who implied that he most certainly did not keep his underwear on, and that he allegedly raped children who ha...

Nancy Guthrie

Much of the country has been caught up in the story of Nancy Guthrie, an 84-year-old woman who appears to have been kidnapped from her home. The horrible story has demanded our attention because Nancy is the mother of reporter and news anchor Savannah Guthrie, who coincidentally enough interviewed the Epstein survivors. It’s a crazy story. A ring camera caught images of the person who may be responsible, but we didn’t see a lot because the person was dressed like an ICE agent. A ransom was offered. There have been tearful pleas from family members, and leads and clues, and hopelessness. And of course, it has turned into a social media event where the most nasty amongst us say things like: “Who cares? People go missing every day!” Or “They’re only looking for her because her daughter is rich!” Sad stuff. I’m hoping the woman is somehow safely returned. Imagine how terrified she is. Try and think about how heartbroken her children and grandchildren are. Empathy. Hopefully, we can find it...

Perfect World

I started writing on November 15th. Just a solid first chapter that centered around my sister calling me by the nickname she has for me. I started the story the day before the Blizzard of ‘77, and then included a story I’d heard, as a kid, about a man who’d taken his half of the house (during divorce proceedings) by using an excavator. Just writing for writing’s sake, and a funny thing happened: The characters took off. By December 1st, I was all in. Wrote into my phone, thinking about their lives. I knew I had something special because I was gifted the plot, and it held a message. Something I had to say. On Monday night, I went to sleep, knowing that I had to get out of bed around 5:00. Woke up at 1:00 anyway because I had the final few pages that I needed. I wrote them into my phone, and when I woke up, I wondered if what I’d written down out of a deep sleep was going to make any sense. It did. That afternoon, I typed the final few pages, and a book that I’d started writing on Novemb...

One Million Mentions

“We’re all done with that,” Karoline Leavitt said when she was questioned about the Epstein files. “We’re moving on.” Really? Patel and the DOJ came out and said that there was no evidence of a child trafficking ring. Meanwhile, they’re still hiding millions of pages of documents and videos and evidence of the most heinous of crimes. One of the senators who was allowed to look at the files that have not been redacted stated that the huge orange guy’s name appears more than a million times. No wonder they’re hiding it. And some are warning that the files must stay hidden or the entire world might collapse under the weight of the gross misconduct. They are threatening us with destroyed lives if we hold the rich bastards to account. I’m pretty sure that the outcry from the general public would be to let it all burn to the ground. The government is compromised because many of the people in the current administration are also in the files. “If we kick everyone out because they’re mentioned ...

Minus Nine

On Sunday night, I asked Kathy if it was supposed to warm up. “For sure. It’s going to be 40 one day this week.” So, imagine my surprise on Monday morning as I left for work. “Damn, it’s frigid!” I yelled, as I dragged the garbage tote in from the road. And I play a game, guessing what temperature it is as provided by my car display. “Five degrees,” I called out, not believing that I missed by 14 degrees! -9 Minus-freaking-nine! That’s as cold as I’ve ever seen. We were up to zero by 9:00. And of course, it all brings havoc to my aching bones by the end of the day. Now, one might ask, how is Ollie handling this? On Saturday, I put out a text: “How many passes has Ollie caught in 2026? Closest to it gets $50.” Kathy, Jake and Sam all put their guesses in… …Sam was closest… …just 130 away. As of this writing, Ollie has caught 6,020 passes in 2026, averaging about 150 a day. Yesterday morning, at minus nine… …he had no interest. Can’t blame him!

Watched It

As we watched the Super Bowl I couldn’t help but thinking about Game 7 of the most recent World Series. I didn’t care who won that game either - but man, that was great drama. The Super Bowl is the big television event of the year. The game itself was a snooze. There were a couple of interesting commercials. I liked the fake sitcom one with Ted Danson, Jennifer Aniston and Tom Brady. I was also curious about the halftime show because I knew Bad Bunny was going to be singing in a language that would make MAGA’s heads explode. I hear a lot of Hispanic music on the job sites. It’s an upbeat sound, and has never bothered me at all. I’ll usually mention something, and get a smile or two. As soon as the halftime show ended the pedo put out a post that condemned it, saying, get this: The dancing would be offensive to children!!! Imagine that! The guy mentioned in the Epstein files 38,000 times is worried about the kids! It was a positive performance and while it may have been interesting if t...