I'll what?

I am really tired of recieving e-mail that tells me I'll grow a tail if I don't forward it to everyone I know. In fact, I'm so tired of it, instead of filing it or sending it on, from now on, I'll just delete it. I know this won't stop it, but at least I won't saddle everyone I know with the possibility of being declared personna non grata in heaven.

Several people I have conversed with insist on sprinkling their conversation with the phrase, "you understand what I'm saying?" The answer is, if you are speaking english, even in some muttering, low dialectic muddle, I understand. It pisses me off to have people ask me that. Where did we ever get the idea that someone we're talking to wouldn't understand what we're saying? Ludicrous!!

One of the answers to my last blog said that I was living in the past and that all ther girls and all the bars I used to haunt are gone. That is the sad truth. However, I have chosen to live in the past for the most part. It was much more exciting than what passes for living now. My memories of 1968 are much more vivid than my memories of yesterday and a hell of a lot more pleasant. Am I foolish? Am I approaching senitlity? Well, yes!! So what?

And now for the Delano weather report: It sucks.

Only 2 1/2 months to summer. I swear this year, I'm going to the coast for some surf fishing. My grandchildren will be here when school is out. I plan to have already been by then.

Sadly, football season is almost gone. Only 2 more game weekends. Booooo. That means I won't have anything to do until Fishing starts except learn new tricks with my yoyo. Oh well.