Purging Florida

Pic of the day: The Benzaiten Shrine at Inokashira in Snow


Idque apud imperitos humanitas vocabatur, cum pars servitutis esset. Translation: Because they didn’t know better, they called it ‘civilization,’ when it was part of their slavery.

Tacitus, Agricola


Florida. Nice place to visit, but you wouldn’t want to live there. Especially if you vote. They are trying to purge the voter roles, if looked at from one side of the political argument. The other side of the argument states that it is only .02% of the total voting population that is affected, so it therefore should not be a big deal.

Let me make a point here. Florida has over 11 million registered voters. .02% of the voting populace is over two hundred and twenty five thousand people. That is equivalent to the entire population to St. Lucie county, Florida. There are 46 counties in Florida with smaller populations than St. Lucie county.

States have the right to make sure that their voter roles are kept to only those who are eligible voters. There are laws however that are at the heart of the real issue with this happening here. The National voter registration act of 1993 , aka “Motor voter” has within it a clause that states any attempts to remove ineligible voters must be complete 90 days prior to either primary or general elections. There are primary elections going on in Florida on August 14th.

Meaning that any attempt by the state of Florida to remove ineligible voters from the voter rolls has to be complete, according to federal law, by May 14th. The attempt by the state of Florida to “purge” their voter rolls is illegal. Not because it is wrong to do this, but because federal law states that the date this action needed to be complete by has already passed.

I almost feel for the crazy people who are afraid of illegals with drivers licenses stealing their elections. There may well be a few people who do try to cheat the system. But I tell you this. The problem of voter fraud is a small one in America. There have been 49 cases of voter fraud in Florida over the last 4 years. 49. In a state of with over 11 million voters. Over four years.

Even if there were a hundred people involved in each case (and I know of one case where 9 people were involved, and odds are that a great many others involve individuals) it would only amount to roughly .02% of the .02% of the registered voters in Florida that would be purged. If I am not supposed to care because there are only two tenths of one percent of the populace involved in the voter purge, why then am I expected to care about the two thousandths of one percent of people who may actually be fraudulent?

And what is the nature of that fraudulent vote? A difference in birthdays between birth certificate and driver’s license? That is the case with one 91 year old veteran who may be stripped of his right to vote because of just that happenstance.

While democratic partisans are using this as another chance to get a dig in on the Republicans(which I have no problem with), the reason this is an issue is that the state of Florida is blatantly breaking the law by doing this.

And something is being done. The feds are telling the state of Florida in no uncertain terms that they must stop.

Burn this one into your memory banks folks, I’ve never said this before, and don’t expect to say it often in future.



That’s it from here, America. G’night.

The Costs of Regulation

Pic of the day:  Death and the Miser, by Hieronymous Bosch


We rarely hear, it has been said, of the combinations of masters, though frequently of those of the workman. But whoever imagines, upon this account, that masters rarely combine, is as ignorant of the world as of the subject.

Adam Smith, The Wealth of Nations, Book I, chapter viii


There are plenty of things that are wrong with government.  There are plenty of things that have always been wrong with government and will not change regardless of who is President or what party runs what parts of the government.  Regulation for example, is expensive as hell.  Costs an absolute boatload to make sure that everyone do what they are supposed to do.  According to the Romney campaign it cost something like 1.75 trillion dollars annually.  The Romney campaign says as much in big bold letters on it’s website.

But they paint the picture a bit too gloomily I think.  They are projecting the cost not to the United States government to regulate businesses, but the total cost to businesses to make sure that they comply with those regulations.    The actual cost of regulations to the United States government is closer to 55 billion dollars annually, FAR from the near 2 trillion dollar number being floated by the Romney campaign, among others.

Now that is a tremendous cost to American business, and I have no idea exactly how the businesses that are spending that money are spending it.  Does it go to having people on the payroll to make sure that regulations are adhered to?  If so then those dollars are well spent.  If it is for attorneys so that they can make sure businesses are abiding by the law properly, then I tell you that I have no problem with it. I believe that circumstances similar to the picture I have painted here are the reason the private costs of regulation are so expensive.  It keeps thousands of people working, hundreds of thousands if I am correct.  If the cost of your safety and mine from the predations of big business and job safety are the costs of regulation, and I believe that they are, then that cost is essential to the health and maintenance of American business, both large and small.

And I say pay it, smile and pay it.  If it keeps discover card from dripping you dry with costs unforeseen, if it keeps the dockworker who makes sure you get your goods safely and on time safe, if it makes companies follow rules they would much rather not, then I say pay it.

If there are ways that business can defray those costs, then by all means do so.  Lobby the government, call senators and representatives, speak to the people in power about helping you.  But damn you, don’t complain about spending money that keeps Americans working, safe and free from the predations of the world.

Mitt knows what he’s doing here.  By writing that the private costs of regulation are a bad thing, when they are at once necessary and proper, is a feat of legerdemain fitting of a man who will do or say anything to reach the highest seat of power by any means necessary, regardless of the consequences.


That’s about it from here, America.  G’night.


Wildly Inaccurate 2012 NHL Stanley Cup Final Prediction

Pic of the day:  A picture of the Stanley Cup, circa 1957.  Seated with it is former Referee and NHL League President Clarence Campbell


If I knew the answer to that I’d bet $10,000 on the game and retire from coaching!

Montreal Canadiens Coach Toe Blake, after being asked if his team would win an upcoming game.


I don’t know everything.  Prognostication is nothing more than using your head and taking guesses with whatever information is available, and listening to your heart.  My head told me the Kings would win, and pretty easily.  My heart told me the Rangers could beat the Devils.

Head 1, Heart 0.

I nailed the Kings winning it in 5.  I picked the Rangers in 6, and I was right as far as how many games but got the team wrong.  I also said that Anze Kopitar would step his game up a notch.  He had only scored three goals in the previous two series.  He scored 5 points against the ‘Yots, and 3 goals.  Nice.  I said the Rangers devils series would be smashmouth hockey, and it was.

The Rangers and the ‘Yots lost for the same reason.  The offenses came up small.  The Rangers had more offense but lost just the same.  They suffered from the disappearance of their entire first line.  The entire line was ineffective out on the ice, the Devils had their number every game.  6 points for the combination of Hagelin – Richards – Gaborik, for the entire series.  The ‘Yots had 3 goals in the first three games of the Conference finals.  Neither team, when placed in that light, deserve to be in the Stanley cup finals.

The Devils outshined the Rangers, outplayed them at every turn, and the Kings continued to dominate the West.

That round is over though.  The Stanley cup finals are here.  New Jersey.  Los Angeles.  The City of Angels have never had a cup to call their own.  This might be 40 year old Marty Broduer’s last shot at the cup.

Who will win?

F*cked if I know!



Stanley Cup Final:  (6) New Jersey Devils vs. (8) Los Angeles Kings;  Looking at the offense, there are a flurry of statistics you could use to determine who has been the best so far. None would be very compelling and most would point to a very even match up. Ilya Kovalchuk has 5 power play goals during the playoffs, more than anyone else by far.  The next closest remaining players are Jeff Carter, Mike Richards, Zach Parise and Patrik Elias with 2 each.

However, Dustin Brown and Anze Kopitar are hellaciously talented players who can find the back of the net frequently.  Same with Zach Parise and Ilya Kovalchuk.   The top five players in plus-minus in the playoffs are on these two teams, three on the Kings (Brown, Kopitar, Doughty) and 2 on the Devils (Salvador, Henrique)  If the goaltending doesn’t hold up, there may well be a lot of 6-5 games in this series.

But with the goaltenders in question, I severely doubt that will happen.

Jonathan Quick has been the best playoff goalie I have seen this year, and the best in a long time. That is saying something too, there have been some amazing goal-tending the last few years in the playoffs.  Mr. Quick has given up only 22 goals in 14 games and lost only twice.  Martin Brodeur has played more games than Mr. Quick played more minutes, faced more shots and still, at times looked like the man he was over a decade ago.  The man who brought 3 championships to the Devils organization.   Mr. Quick has faced more shots per game than Marty has, and has a lower GAA average to boot though.   So if this series turns on goaltending, then the advantage, however slight, must go to the Kings and Mr. Quick. And frankly I think this series does in fact turn on goal-tending…. aaaand some timely scoring by Mike Richards and Anze Kopitar.  So…

The pick:  The Kings in 6.


That’s it from here, America.  Catch ya later.  More tonight, methinks.

A Few Basic Questions for Mitt Romney Regarding His Tax Plans

Pic of the day: Haneton Triptych, center panel


Schisms do not originate in a love of truth, which is a source of courtesy and gentleness, but rather in an inordinate desire for supremacy… In fact, the real disturbers of the peace are those who, in a free state, seek to curtail the liberty of judgment which they are unable to tyrannize over.

Baruch Spinoza


It’s official, Mitt Romney is the nominee of the Republican party for President of the United States of America. It became official a few hours ago when Mr. Romney won the Texas primary. Congratulations Mitt!

Now all you have to do is convince a plurality of Americans that voting for you is the right thing to do. And like any member of the two major parties in this country, you already have about 45% of the nation already in your pocket simply by being the nominee of one of those parties. Each party, without the slightest bit of help get about 45% of the populace to vote for them.

But that last 10 percent of the nation that is left over, I tell you brother, they are not easy people to convince of anything.


I am at this moment reading Mr. Romney’s website and will, when finished give a detailed account of exactly what he says about foreign policy and taxation and Social Security and a host of other issues.

I have read his tax plan. On the surface it is nice but there are questions I have. They may be answered by other things in other places on the site that I have yet to get to. The questions are as follows:

How do you plan to make up for the shortfall created by the 10% across the board cut in the corporate tax rate. Government has not shrunk in size in our lifetimes, whether a Republican or a Democrat was in office. To make that drastic a cut in taxes must surely be made up for with an opposite and equal level of cuts in Government spending or increases in taxation elsewhere. Will you cut Social Security? Defense? Medicare? There isn’t enough discretionary spending out there that could be cut to make up for the shortfall, so I’m curious to see who will get hit with the budget axe.

The other tax cuts you propose beg the same question.

There is no word in the tax section about the Bush tax cuts. I was curious to see what exactly he has to say about the Bush Tax cuts that are set to expire at the end of this year. Those tax cuts have cost us trillions of dollars and not helped create job growth as they were supposed to. Will he extend the Bush tax cuts or will he raise the tax rate on the rich by 4%?

How can he justify the statement that the President has “exploded the size of government” when the size of government has actually risen more slowly under President Obama than any other President in the last 60 years?

There will be much more on Mitt Romney in the coming weeks and months, as his candidacy merits much scrutiny.


That’s it from here, America. G’night.


Pic of the day:  1896 Olympic Marathon


It’s very hard in the beginning to understand that the whole idea is not to beat the other runners. Eventually you learn that the competition is against the little voice inside you that wants you to quit.

George Sheehan


Saturday:  3/4 of a mile into a training run I aggravated a pulled hamstring.  The run was going to be 5.7 miles long.  Stopping short with a sharp stabbing pain in my right hammy was about the last thing I wanted to have happen.  I was training for a race that I had missed last year.  The 4 mile memorial day race.  And I missed it because of a strained hamstring, and I was DAMNED if I was going to miss 2 years in a row because of the same injury.

I shut it down.  I walked home, hobbled somewhat by the hamstring.  I couldn’t walk right but I didn’t mind that.  It’s an injury, and I mind the injury, not how I walk because of it.  Came home, stretched it as much as I safely could. I soaked it in warm water and epsom salts twice.  I felt better after that.  Not 100% obviously.  I had to take pain killers and I iced it and wrapped it.  Comes with the territory, I guess.  I am thinking that I will cross the finish line, if I do, walking.  I am not happy about it.


Sunday:  Hung out, cooked food at a family barbecue at mom’s house, and frankly enjoyed the hell out of things.  I paid the hammy no never mind and I didn’t have to, I didn’t notice it.  I was initially going to run before the days festivities, but on Saturday when I shut the run down I told myself that my next run is the race on Monday. I am still thinking that I might end up having to walk to the finish line if I finish.  I tell several people that, and they tell me I’ll be fine.  I agree with them publicly.  Privately, I’m not so sure.  But I do tell myself that I should try for a 32:00 time, an 8 minute mile.  That would be good.


Monday, pre-race: Wake up at 5:48 am after going to bed at 10:30 pm, and finally falling asleep an hour 15 or so later.  I know that the hamstring is still not 100%, but I feel pretty damn good.  No limp, no soreness, no nothing.  Drink coffee, feed cats, do all the things that I do normally when I first get myself out of bed and ready to face the day.  I pack up stuff for the race.  Towel (You should always know where your towel is) extra clothes, water, race number.  Drink water.  Get out of the house…

My mother wanted to see what was happening, she had never been out to a race before.  When speaking yesterday she simply said she was driving my wife and I to the race.  My wife was surprised.  I… not so much. So my wife and I get a ride and mom gets to see me race for the first time.  It’s a bit surreal for me, but with me, surreal happens.

I walk with my wife and mother to where they are going to watch the race near the finish line.  Drink a little water.  Mom wishes me luck, kisses my cheek, and me and my wife walk down to race start, leaving mom hanging out on the boardwalk.  My wife and I while walking smile at each other and wave to a few runners, wish them luck.  I don’t know them, they don’t know me. Doesn’t matter.  We’re all part of the running family, everyone is good people here. Last drink of water. My wife takes a few pictures of me.  She kisses me, wishes me luck, steps back behind the guard rail and the race begins.


Monday, Race: ON YOUR MARK



I walk the first 20 seconds or so.  I find it curious that some of the people ahead of me, while barely moving at a walking pace are nevertheless moving like they are running, bouncing up and down in an exaggerated running motion.  They aren’t moving faster as a result.  Makes no sense to me.  I keep to just walking until the road opens up and I can run.  From the beginning I am, if not hesitant, then at least, relaxed in pacing myself.

The crowd ahead of me is smaller than normal, but then again I am starting further up than the last few times I ran this race.  I am not moving with a particularly fast gait, nor am I pushing that hard.  I pass a number of people in the throng, a few pass me, and as the crowd begins to thin, it happens.  Two minutes and 24 seconds in.  I feel the right hamstring twinge.  Feel the stabbing pain.  I bark with displeasure, but I bite down on the pain and keep moving.

And I surprise myself by not breaking stride.  I keep it to where I am barely letting it affect my gait. What it does is slow me down, but not even all that much.  There are other people around, and I’ll be damned if I give up this early in the race.  Hell, it hit and during the critical first moments when the pain hit me, I was passing people.

I was pretty happy about that.

Usually I have some kind of pace song in my head that pushes me faster, keeps the feet moving quick.  Not this time. I am basically monitoring the hamstring in my head the entire time.  But I am also keeping an eye out to see what my pace is early.  Curious.  No mile one marker.  No one barking out times.  Weird. So I keep moving.

And I keep passing people.  Not like I did 2 years ago when I ran a 6:57, but I’m passing people with a pulled hammy.  I have just passed the water station without getting water when I notice the pain getting worse.  I adjust my stride, lean back a little more and the pain subsides somewhat.  What I don’t do is slow down.  I know I’m not running my fastest, but I don’t want to slow down too much and be tempted to stop.  I’m not sure I’d be able to start back up once I did that.  So I keep moving.

The sun hits hard after the shade near the end of the second mile.  Up ahead I see the mile 2 marker.  There’s a guy calling out time.  “14:40.  14:42.  14:45.  14:50.”  As I pass I hear “14:55.”  I thank him, wave and keep moving.  The pain is constant, but it’s been there long enough that I begin to ignore it, move past it.

I begin to think of moving faster.  And as I think it I do it.  My stride rate picks up, and I pass a few people.  Not many, there are some people out and about, and while I am trying to move fast, I can’t get that breakaway speed that I could if I wasn’t sore as hell.  I pass the second water station, and again refuse the water.

At the 2½ mile mark or so, there is a fountain that spits water a good 20 feet high and they have it on full steam so that the runners can run under it and cool down.  I do.  The shock of cold water is invigorating, and I gasp as the water hits me.  There is a guy who I have been running with for the past few minutes, and it is here that I find the energy to begin to pass him.  But as I open up my stride the hammy begins to hurt more.  So I slow down a bit after about a minute, and the guy passes me.

I hit the 3 mile marker after a few minutes.  “22:09.  22:10.  22:12.”  “22:15.” is what I hear as I pass the guy.  I wave and thank him and he yells back “Good luck.”  The final mile I try my damnedest to open up my stride, but I am having only limited success. For every person I pass, for everything that feels good there is pain as well, and a need to back down, to slow down.  The hamstring which has been sore but just background noise in my mind for much of the race, really begins to hurt.

I’m starting to limp while I run, but I keep moving.  I do my best to hide it, and glide as much as possible, keep the pounding on my legs to an absolute minimum.  But I am in a better place than I thought I’d be.  I wasn’t sure I’d be able to finish without walking.  But I’m running. and faster than I thought I would be able to.

After a short bout with a stitch, I get passed by some kid whose mom, jumps out from the crowd to shout encouragement.  He sees his mom and speeds up.  He passes her up, and as I pass her I yell out “Kid is the fastest runner out here.”  She beams at this.  Hell at that point in the race he may well be.  All the faster runners have already finished, and he passed me like I was standing still.

I felt good for the kid.  Two more people passed me as I made my way to the finish.  First one I didn’t mind.  The second one I did.  No reason why.  But it pissed me off, and I found a surge of energy, and nearly caught up to the guy before the finish.  Nearly, but didn’t.  Cursed the leg. But I crossed the finish line with a better time than I thought I was capable of just a day before.

29:18.13.  A 7:19.53 m/m pace.

Not my fastest time, not by a long shot.  But my best.

Upon stopping I immediately begin to limp rather badly.  As I hear the race officials tell me I don’t need to hand in the bottom portion of my race number, I see my wife.  She is beaming, happy.  I said “29:18.  Helluva race, hon.”

Helluva race.


That’s it from here, America.  Enjoy the day, and If you see any veterans today, thank’em for all they’ve done.  God bless America.


A Wee Bit Antsy

Pic of the day:  Sternbrucke in Weimar, by Christian Rohlfs


I’m glad mushrooms are against the law, because I took them one time, and you know what happened to me? I laid in a field of green grass for four hours going, “My God! I love everything.” Yeah. Now, if that isn’t a hazard to our country … how are we gonna keep building nuclear weapons, you know what I mean? What’s gonna happen to the arms industry when we realize that we’re all one?!

Bill Hicks


Is it me or does it seem like there is going to be a war in the near future with Iran?  Whether it’s the U.S. vs. Iran, or Israel vs. Iran, or the U.N. (the U.S. by other means) vs. Iran, the simple story that Iran now has enough nuclear material to build nukes, according to several stories I read.  At least two of them claimed that the Institute of Science and International Security made an analysis of data from the IAEA that Iran has enough enriched uranium for 5 nuclear weapons.

Now, I’ll give the people at ISIS the benefit of the doubt. They’re probably trying to stop the spread of nuclear weapons, always a good thing.  Let’s keep people from blowing each other to a billion fucking pieces.  Tends to ruin all the plans they had, makes evenings with the wife and kids difficult when they are nothing but dust because someone decided to nuke the countryside.  Makes it difficult you understand.

But with all the hemming and hawing about Iran and about how much of a threat they pose, when I hear and see the news that they have uranium, I don’t hear and see just that, and I think you’re all with me on this one, that what I hear isn’t just words of warning, but the drumbeats of war.  Call me crazy, but what I’m hearing is the sound of some military somewhere getting ready to pounce.

Now if the Iranians have dark intentions to use these weapons against  another nation, then I say, ya, take those weapons out.  Do what you have to do, within those confines.  Destroy the plant that makes the uranium, make it impossible for them to harm other nations.  But nothing more.  No occupation of the nation, no long term war.  It isn’t necessary, not from us, not from anyone.

Hell, personally I say we should buy the uranium from them, if it’s that much of a fucking issue.  They can’t use it on our friends or anyone if we have it, now can they?  No invasion necessary, no war necessary, no blowing shit up, no wasting money on military objectives.  Buy the uranium and… do what the fuck ever we do with this shit.  Make glow in the dark cheese or some shit.


I don’t love the Iranians.  But I don’t hate them either.  We’ve been in 2 wars started over 10 years ago in the region that has greatly destabilized the region, and made the world a worse place for it, made the world a place where terrorists can live and breed.

In Iraq, for example, our enemies thrived on hate created by us doing things like becoming unwanted occupiers.  There was no Al-Qaeda in Iraq until we showed up there.  Al-Qaeda thrived on our presence there.  In Afghanistan the Mujahadeen , the immediate forebears of Al-Qaeda and the Taliban were funded by us to fight the Russians in the 80’s, which turned and bit us in the ass a number of years later.

On 9/11/2001.

Date kinda sticks in my mind, yours too I’m betting.  I’m sure you know why.

So when I get even the smallest hint of us shoving our noses back into that region of the world, I get a bit antsy.  Makes me start to think “these assholes are at it again.”  Do I trust the Iranians? Not really, but I don’t know that there are any governments anywhere that can be trusted, especially not with nukes, potential or actual.

If it turns out that they really are just using this uranium in power plants, that is great.  Give the IAEA enough time to make sure things are on the up and up that way, let ISIS make sure that things don’t get squirrelly over there.  Don’t jump the gun on decision making.  Perhaps the one thing I can lay my hopes on at this point is that we have a president that thinks with his head and not his asshole like Dubya.  President Obama I trust to make the right judgment about the information he gets.

Just gotta hope the people getting him information give him all the information as it is.  No yellowcake.  No aluminum tubes.  No bullshit.


That’s it from here, America.  G’night.

Morning Story

Pic of the day:  Still life with Cups and two Poems, by Katsushika Hokusai


Do not think dishonestly.
The Way is in training.
Become acquainted with every art.
Know the Ways of all professions.
Distinguish between gain and loss in worldly matters.
Develop intuitive judgment and understanding for everything.
Perceive those things which cannot be seen.
Pay attention even to trifles.
Do nothing which is of no use.

Miyamoto Musashi, The Book of Five Rings


Life is made up of small things…

It’s nearly noon as I begin writing this.  I went to sleep normal time last night, around 1 am and set my alarm for 8:10.  I wanted to wake up early and get a run in before I got to the work of the day.  Only a little real work mind you, most of the days duty is to be spent in traveling back and forth, and getting a few trifles done.  The real work was moving a few hundred pounds of metal.  Nothing major.   So, shuffle around make coffee, feed cats.  The usual morning routine.

Look out the open window in my kitchen at 8:40.  I said “Cloudy again, smells like rain,”  while waiting for the coffee to finish percolating.  The cats pay the statement no mind, being cats, interested only in food and relaxation.  When the coffee finished, I grabbed two cakes to eat with my coffee, and sat down at the computer.  Wrote my boss an e-mail, asking if there was any work for next week.  Not expecting any, but hoping for it.  He gets back to me after a few minutes, and says no work, enjoy the holiday.  I tell him I figured as much and told him to have a good holiday as well.

I peruse a few headlines prior to getting ready for the run.  Nothing major. Etan Patz.  Mitt Romney.  SpaceX.  Nothing major though, so I don’t open any stories, just drink coffee and eat my cakes.  Make moves on my fantasy baseball team.  Get dressed for the run.  Blue shorts, red tank top, white socks, black trail shoes, SI Yankee tan and blue baseball cap.  I grab my keys and I go.

Walk a number of blocks to where I start the run, with 3 block detour away from the start point to see if my path is blocked.  It isn’t. Jog to the start point.  No soreness, feel good.  It’s 60+ degrees, and I can see my breath.  Weird.  I start the run, it goes well enough for about a mile and 3/4.

Nearing the mile 2 marker I begin to notice soreness in my right hamstring.  It is minor, but I pay attention to it.  It gets worse as the run goes on, so i slow the run down.  After a while it simply gets to be too much and as a consequence I cut the run 2 miles short for the second day in a row due to soreness.  With a race coming up on Monday morning too.  Nice.

The second I stop it seems fine, and I can walk on it OK, but I can’t run on the thing.  Not surprised, annoyed.  I walk home easily enough.

When I walk in the door i see there is a message on my phone.  Check the message and the work moving the metal has been moved back to Tuesday.  Not an issue, the work will get done when the work gets done, and if the person I’m doing it for doesn’t need it now, no worries.

So I stretch.  The leg feels better after the stretches.  Clean myself up and grab a second cup of coffee.  I find some cookies and eat them.  Life is good.  The hamstring gets sore again after a few minutes, but that is not an issue.  Painkillers and stretching should do the trick.  Get to it later.  No worries.

My wife, who has been awake for a bit doing stuff in the bedroom comes out looking for a wire.  A single USB cable for a platform thing that she puts under her laptop to cool the thing down.  Can’t find the damn thing.  So a search begins.

We end up going through every single drawer in the house.  First the junk drawers.  Nothing.  Search a few other drawers in the kitchen.  Nada.  Search a few drawers in the living room.  Zero, though I do find a few old CD’s I hadn’t seen in a dogs age.   First closet in the hall which has a bag that my wife brings with her whenever she travels.  She thinks it might be in there. After a few minutes of digging, she finds… Zilch. We get to the second closet. We both know there is a bag with cords in it there.

Remember that just as we get to it.  Dammit.  Getting old sucks sometimes.

Fight through about 15 bags of crap.  From candles and potpourri to Christmas stuff, the closet is loaded with crap.  After digging out almost everything I find the bag.  I remembered it being a small bag.  This thing was a garbage bag within it were 2 smaller bags of wires and cords and cables in it, but the main bag had crap in it as well.  My wife and I start going through the bag.  It takes about 20 minutes and untangling perhaps 30 or 40 cables before she finds it.

She has the cable.  She’s happy because she has her cord.  I’m happy because I am done kneeling down digging in the damn closet.




That’s it from here, America.  G’afternoon.  Catch ya later.