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Now What?

I don’t want to talk about it. I’m so tired of being driven to anxiety by a raving lunatic. I know there will be another immediate distraction because we are characters in a reality show being produced by someone who is trying to distract the world clear of the fact that he raped children. But I don’t want to think about it. It was 28 degrees when I got in the car this morning, but the sun came out, and by the end of the day, I was tossing the ball for Oliver in shorts and a hoodie. Every day is an Ollieday. For those wondering, he surpassed 15,000 catches for 2026. He’s averaging about 180 a day. It was Wednesday, and that’s a pasta day. I made linguine and clams, and it was outstanding. It was probably better because I thought about it all day. Miller went to the spa. My beautiful cat was washed, got a hair trim, his nails were also cut, and we heard this gem from the groomer: “He was a little irritated with me, and tried to hide his nails in his belly rolls.” The groomer fat shamed ...

Sixty-One Years

I’ve been around a while. This afternoon, I got to the point in my day where I decided that I was mentally strong enough to see what was going on outside the walls of my construction visits, and the songs on my phone. Lo and behold, the so-called President, a convicted felon, an almost certain pedophile, and a raging lunatic put out a post where he threatened to wipe a civilization off the face of the earth. We don’t quite know why. He started the war by saying that he was saving the people of Iran. Then he bombed their schools and killed hundreds of their children. Then it was because they were too unstable to have nuclear weapons. As Americans we have never been directly threatened by a terrorist country to such a level. And that’s when it hit me: America, our country, is now the most dangerous nation on the planet. We are terrorizing innocent civilians with threats of extinction. What made it even sadder was I saw the people of Iran, making a human train around all of their bridges,...

A Kick in the Teeth

Got my first text of the week at 6:30 on Monday: “Hey, my last day of work is tomorrow. I have to retire for health reasons. I was just thinking about all the laughs and stories we told each other through the years, and just wanted to let you know.” I didn’t respond.  Of course, I went straight to his job. He saw me pull up, and smiled. Up until November, he was a healthy guy. 62 years old. On a couple of meds for cholesterol. Needed a new med for something else. In November, he started throwing up and couldn’t stop. Spent a week in the hospital and was told that his meds weren’t compatible. He had damaged his pancreas. Nearly killed him, but by the new year, he’d regained his strength, and things seemed back to normal. When I saw him yesterday, I was shocked by how much weight he’d lost in just the last two weeks. He looked like an old man, and though he was smiling, the news wasn’t good. “My pancreas is badly damaged, and they can’t fix it.” I gave him a hug. We told each other a...

Relaxing Easter

Had a nice, easy Easter Sunday. Started it off with a couple of episodes of the ‘Rockford Files’ and threw a few rounds for Ollie as we waited for the house to come alive. (I did read the absolutely putrid, hateful, vile tweet about nuking millions of people, but decided to ignore it). Dinner was prepared over a number of trips to the kitchen doing a couple of things each time, and the boys came around. We talked baseball, the NCAA Tournament, and the upcoming work week. My wife is going to finish in the money, and that was a hot topic around here. She is explaining her wealth of knowledge to a group of guys who’ve watched plenty of games. To her credit, though, she DOES know what players are good, and is pretty confident that Michigan will win tonight. “I’d ask you what you think, but you finished in 70th place,” she said. Yeah. Yeah. We stayed away from the news and social media. Had a great dinner, and went straight into the Yankees game. That’s all anyone wants to do. Why are our l...

Put A Lid On It

As usual, it was a truly weird day, as reports trickled out that King Pedo was taken to Walter Reed for a medical emergency. Then Iran started putting out statements that there has been a coup, and that he’s dead. So, as Americans, we should be informed of anything that’s going on, right? Nope. There’s a lid on the White House. So, on Easter Eve, the world waited for news. And, man, if there’s a chance that I might be leaving the world, I think that I’d rather not have strangers on the internet comment about it… …especially if I was hated as much as Pedo. There was a comment from Satan who stated that he was waiting for the call to pick up the soul. One guy commented: “Come on blood clot!” And that’s where we are as we wait for the Easter bunny to hop around. We may never know what happened this weird Saturday.

Easter Weekend

Ten years. Bono of U2 made a statement yesterday, saying that the idea of America was one of the greatest ideas ever conceived. He added that electing the pedo pig, even once, was the worst of all ideas. And I bring it up because of the dark cloud pushing down on all of us. The military leadership has clapped back, saying that what they’re being asked to do isn’t even legal. A dozen military leaders were fired. And the thought being that the idea being presented is to use a nuclear bomb, and in pedo pig’s own words: “Steal the oil.” And meanwhile, Americans are forced to go about their days, pretending that life is grand. I have great memories of Easter week.  The joy that’s been stolen. The days of peace. We all went decades not worried about having a damn psychopath in a position of power. Do you even question that he would drop a nuke and three hours later brag about his ballroom? “We can’t handle daycare or healthcare. We are at war.” America first, huh? Prices soaring.  H...

Being Thoughtful Matters

My buddy Bruce is out there making ‘Good Trouble’ by standing up and saying all the things that those of us opposed to this mess are saying in private. As usual, he was very thoughtful in his presentation as he spoke about what matters in this country, and one of the things that he said that caught my attention was that being kind, thoughtful and moral matters. Those of us who’ve been kicking around for a lot of years understand that over the last ten years the national dialogue has become nasty. Of course, the words coming from the office of President has reached new lows. Think the death of Rob Reiner, or Robert Mueller. Just absolute cruelty. And those words ‘Being thoughtful matters!’ was delivered in Bruce’s usual impassioned plea. So, what happened on Thursday morning? The response from the Oval Office was to call Bruce a ‘dried up prune’ and to say his music is ‘boring’. First, he should see a show. Bruce and the E Street Band are not boring. Second, a dried up prune? Should Bru...