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Tommorrow is a Travel Day.

That is right kiddos – driving – driving – driving all the way down to my old haunts. And evidently the map maker has decided that instead of 860 miles . . . it has actually turned into somewhere around 928 miles. Now – I’m not sure how this driving trip could possibly be made to be any more miserable – but I am hedging towards adding miles being near the top of the list of ways to squeeze out that last bit of displeasure from the old driving tube.

Anyway – Irving and I will try to keep you posted on all of the fun things in life – next week – but since there all of the internets have vamoosed from the old headquarters – it will be a bit of a trick.

Hold onto your seats – all will be swell.

I Caught The Crumb-Bug . . .

Last week – like a dutiful little anti-virus soldier – I meandered to a secluded room where a nice lady gave me a flu shot . . . she also – maybe – said I was her best “patient” of the day (not sure how I wrangled that one – or was she just saying it to everyone?) and then gave me a lollipop for all of my trouble.

Well – that was last week – and here we are today – in the midst of day three of achy – sneezy – ucky – misery . . . sick sick sick – and so early in the getting sick season – too. It took me one night to figure out that the medicine that I am taking was all about drying me out – so yesterday – I went to the store and got Gatorade, V8 Frusion and Berry Tang – I would drink these drinks to confuse and embarrass my sickness and I would also sleep a bunch to try and bore the sickness – right out of me.

As luck would have it – I still have the lollipop – and so I am wondering if that was part of the Flu shot – and I just blew it – maybe the real medicine is in the lollipop?

I don’t know – I am seriously grasping at straws here – kids – being sick is for the birds.

Caw Caw Caw.

Today Is For The Horses

Here is an odd – out-of-time post that must have gotten eaten up at some point . . . I figure – why not put it out there as a bit of catharsis – maybe it’ll make the world a better place?! And at least – if for nothing else – you get that – uhm – picture of a horse up there . . . so there is that . . .

Yeah – yeah – point and laugh if you want . . . but I have a bit of a confession to make. Yesterday (January 29, 2007) – when I found out that Barbaro had been euthanized – I got all kinds of sad and lumpy.I never knew this about myself (until a few years ago) – but evidently I enjoy watching the ponies run around and around . . . especially when all of the whatnot of the “Triple Crown” is thrown in. But where there used to just be stars-in-the-eyes excitement at the sound of the gates being thrown open – now that I have seen a horse pull up lame during a race – I can’t help but get an ugly squeamish oozy feeling in my gut that mixes uncomfortably with all of the pent up thrill that comes with each race.

I got hooked on the (at that point) undefeated Barbaro after he won the Kentucky Derby in a super-strong fashion (he won by 20 lenghts!) – he was my iphone of horses – I really bought into the hype. And then a couple of weeks later at the Preakness, after a false start (where he went through the gates before the race started) – everything went downhill.

The news coverage of his operations and recovery was crazily excessive – although I did learn that laminitis is something that happens in a horses hoof if they aren’t putting even weight on all of their legs – or something like that . . . okay – I actually learned that there is a word “laminitis” and that it has something to do with hooves. I’m pretty sure that HBO even made a movie about him. I’m pretty sure that the world went Barbaro ridiculous for awhile – the world does seem to go ridiculous for things every so often . . . thanks media! (What?!)

From my standpoint – all that I knew was that there was a horse that I watched for one race – who I liked a bunch – who got hurt – and it affected me – and I think that is odd.

Hmmmmm . . . well that is where it stopped – so I suppose that this is where I will also stop and look around. I will breath in some fresh and clean air and leave you with something ponderous . . .

Maybe you should stop reading right now – because I feel like a terrible joke is about to happen . . . a joke that is so miserable that I hope that once I get it out of my head – that I don’t even have to think about it any more . . . my first chance to use invisible text.

I guess that god needed a horse.

I understand if you never come back after that . . . but boy am I glad that is out of my head.

And – by the by – even though I would understand – I would still be sad if you didn’t come back – for the record . . .

I May Never Swim – or Bathe – Again.

Here is a link from an Associated Press story that made a shiver – quiver up and down my (moderately) crooked spine – through my toes and around my nose . . . it is the end of liquid for me . . . the absolute end – I tell you.

(AP) It sounds like science fiction but it’s true: A killer amoeba living in lakes enters the body through the nose and attacks the brain where it feeds until you die.

Sooooooo – just to reiterate . . . It lives in a lake. It crawls through your nose. Donzo.

This world is lost . . . we have lost to the microscopics. It is time to move on.

Really Good Parents

The other other day I bore witness to the absolute worst parenting skills in the land – held high in the public eye for everyone to see.

I was in the subway station beneath Grand Central Terminal (a super big and super busy station) walking toward the shuttle train that would take me across town to Times Square when I noticed a tiny girl (maybe 4 (four) years old) standing very rigid against a column. There was no one around her and from the look in her eyes – she was terrified. I mean – I get a teensy bit nervous walking around the city sometimes – so I couldn’t even imagine how I would feel if I were lost and 4 (four).

I stopped about 20 (twenty) feet away from her to watch to see what the situation was and then I noticed a couple hiding in a spot where the girl couldn’t see them. I kept looking back and forth from the girl to the idiot parents for about 3 (three) minutes and then a woman noticed that there was a scared stiff little girl all by herself in the busy subway station. The woman was headed for the girl to help her out and then the parents decided that it was the proper time to spring from their hiding place to show the girl where they had been hiding.

The girl – who had evidently been stuffing all sorts of emotions down while trying to figure out where her world had taken such a miserable twist exploded in a ferocious fit of screaming and crying as soon as she saw her parents.

Seems pretty bad right?

Well – actually – the worst part for me was that when her parents had shooed the woman away that was coming to their daughter’s aide and finally got to her, they started yelling at her to quit her screaming and crying. They actually got mad at her outburst – after being the ones that drove her to it.

I am still dumbstruck at the whole thing.