I love rock and roll.......

A bit ago, I had me an ole Mercury Grand Something... a 'big ole boat', enjoyed going to the gas pumps, frequently... dependable and, if I was gonna get in a fender bender - it had hella more metal than a smart car, SUV, even an F-One-Fitty.

But....... the gosh darn AM radio didn't work. You know, you know, you know my name.  No, that ain't it.  You know, you know I'm a sport's nerd. Any, everything (well, except for [sorry, not sorry], hockey, soccer, Nascar, Lacrosse, men's beach volleyball [Women's, yes!] curling, fencing, MMA, that kinda crap - NO)

So............. For several years, I missed Sports Talk shows on AM. Like Pavlov's Dog missed the bells, or whatever he did.

S'more SO, I love rock and roll so I listened to that instead.  Songs they been playin' on the same dayum station for fitty years.  Worked, tapped my toe.  I can't get no, satisfaction.  I liketa count how many Keith Richard's "Woo Woo's" are on Sympathy for the Devil...   I'd listen to stuff from wunnerful female singers like Ronstadt, Joan Jett, Stevie Nicks, Carly, Benatar, Turner, and I'd wonder "Would any of them date a never-was, belly dun lapped over, gas guzzlin' drivin, FULL HEADA hair (HEY, NO PEEKING UP THERE AT THE BALD SPOT ON TOP!)?"

And of course they wouldn't.  Gimme One Reason...... well, I can't actually.  Thunder only happens when it's raining.  I understand Stevie, hop in. I gotta warnya though, one of my windshield wipers sucks.  Oh, and the checkenginelight is on.  I put electric tape over it so I would drive at night without being blinded, but hey, we'll get there.

I jest.  Of course I jest, I mean, hell... I got all serious in yesterday's blog and everyone headed for the hills.  Ahm, Victor, dat ain't true. Your readership has dwindled faster'n them full loaded ships from China.  Get used to it, get over it.  Na na na na, na na na na, hey hey, goodbye.

Where was I?  Oh yeah, pulling into QuikTrip, again, for petrol.  But, I was rockin'. Geezer karaoke I think they call it.  LET ME THINK ON IT, BABY BABY LET ME THINK ON IT.

And life went on.......... and on.......... and, I went thru clunker, after clunker, after clunker of wunnerful cars priced 'just for me' (ie, you won't need full coverage on that piecea crap).. so I didn't.  SOME, even had AM.  YES YES YES, tell me all about when the Royals are gonna call up Cags... hey Mr. Sportstalk guy, how many games is Rashee Rice gonna be suspended for?"

And then it happened... it took me by surprise, I knew you felt it too, by that look in your eyes.. NO, CRIMINY, that ain't it... but, it DID HAPPEN.  I MISSED MUSIC.  Sports is like Lays Potato Chips.. No, I can't eat just one, but... ya reach a point..  I've had all I can takes and I can't takes no more (right Popeye?)..   So, I flipped back to FM.

Chicken train, runnin' all day.............. Fat bottomed girls you make the rockin' world go round..   MISOGYNIST!  Oh hell no, I even voted for one that ran for President.  My FAVORITE boss eva' was a female.  Seeya later name calling gator.

In the cool of the evening when everything is getting kind of groovy....   Wellllllllllll you wake up in the morning..you hear the work bell ring...  (Royals lost last night, I ain't gonna turn to AM and hear 'em all moan and groan and talk about the sky that is assuredly falling.)  LUCY IN THE SKY WITH DIAMONDS!  Victor, that's about drugs... Oh come on.. .I don't do them, when I'm in the car it's about the dayum toe tap.. that's it. When I'm in the car........ and... I'm listening to FM... (TBT - to be continued below)

It's all about....... Good times never seemed so good (SO GOOD SO GOOD SO GOOD).......  I enjoy my music so much, I once made it damn near to Jeff City on Thanksgiving listening to Arlo and Alice's Restaurant.  That's a lotta barns, cows, pastures, green mileage signs.

Victor, is there a purpose to this blog?

Ahm.........

No.  Must everything make sense?  Scaramouche scaramouche..   Ooga-chaka Ooga-Ooga, Ooga-chaka Ooga-Ooga, Ooga-chaka Ooga-Ooga, ..

I'm hooked on the feeling sometimes life is AM........ sometimes it's FM....  I mean every once in awhile.. I order a chicken sandwich at Mickey D's insteada'a cheeseburger.  A Modelo Negra insteada'a Miller Lite.  Pitcher's throw change ups, 4 seam fastballs... DJ's spin fast stuff.. good ole slow dance hug-em-up songs.. it all fits in life's place......

So, startup some Pandora... or Spotify...  you can listen to a podcast from them sports dudes later, you won't even miss the Noo Joisey accent guys who fill you in on the Odds of today's games...

I was today old when I learned Steely Dan had a song entitled FM. (Side note..  Saw a sign on a car at the QT one day... car was running.. houndpooch peeking out the closed window.. it was hot.. real hot..  Sign said "The AC is on, it's 68 degrees in there... There is a bowl of ice water on the floor for him to drink... and he's listening to Steely Dan."  Animals with good taste, right Charlie?

So you pick. AM or FM.  If neither sounds good, mebbe youtube those Eagles in the nest to see if this is finally the day they 'fledge'.

No matter, head up, fly high......

Love, Victurd

Value......

Like beauty, my take anyways, is in the eye of the beholder.

What I wanna be when I grow up changes so much over the years....  It's a delightful ride, even at times when you're in a bucket of bolts, broken down on the side of a two lane country road in the middle of nowhere, even Kansas!

We say to ourselves, "Bend me, shape me, anyway you want me, long as you love me, it's all right..."  Of course, we get bent in many ways en route.. oft times, it's tough to love our own self - we are our own worst critic...  Sometimes, walking in life resembles our eyes having cataracts...  Clarity, 20/20 is difficult, or, can be, to achieve.

Somewhere, within the depths of checkenginelight, there is a blog, ALL ABOUT ME, and whatinthehell, whereinthehell I want my ashes to go.  Color me, selfcentered, and apologetic for being so.  Sure, there are wonderful places, memories, real estate of imortance as we go, but, that is hideously incorrect in 'ciphering value.

Maybe my son's passing awakened me to the fact, life ain't about me, the value along the way is in you...... any, everyone else.  So, fixing my eyeballs, whether mono, or, like the Doc really fixed mine, one close up, one for far away - as far as I am now concerned, my ashes can go straight to to the dumpster at the funeral home.

Ironically, back in the day when what I wanted to be when i grow up was a Major League baseball player - my dad was in Sales for Top Value Stamps, ha.  Both, my wish, his job, soon passed.

Retirement, AARP, glances, peeks at Bank Accounts jolts what I wanna be when I grow up changes to, just make sure I got enough money to gimme the hell outta here when I'm done.  Thus, we penny pinch, buy WallyWorld Great Value brand, versus all the big, advertised brands... We bend. We shape.

Two friends, one of which is no longer with us, were visiting... the one now departed imparted some wonderful advice, "it's not how you feel, it's how everyone in your life feels."  That, now, finally, thankfully, is what I wanna be when I grow up.

I certainly don't mean we need to lead life with blinders on - ignoring our own personal wants along the way... nuttin' wrong with bucket lists, all inclusive stays at a nifty Mehican resort... a new outfit, driving clear to Cascone's for the best damn lasagna this side of Niagara Falls...  all, well and good...  hell maybe even leave a bag'a ash for loved ones to empty whereverinthehell they think you might enjoy...  it's just that...........

Value = others.  Loved ones.  That feller you hold the door open for, even if it places you second in line at the QT checkout.  Giving back (smiling back) to the neighbors, classmates, coworkers, family members, any, every one - to attempt to repay for all the smiles they have given you, ie, me, over the cumulative years.

Band camp, long ago... a what I wanna be when I grow up 'want' was to live in the Country, so dayum far removed from people, I could run get the newspaper in my boxers.  Oh sure, that might still be nice, but, I'm reminded of what Babs said "People, people who need people", and thankfully, delightfully, not ashamed to admittedly - that's me.

That need, urge, want, has always been there... I just done rearranged my priorities, my values, to, that is what I wanna be when I grow up.  Around, visiting with, high-fiving, fist bumping, smiling at, to, that village of folks that got me, us to this point today, and to strive (right Meatloaf) to loveya till the end of time.

And I do.

Love, Victurd

Quick solve.....

If there are any Sudoku nerds (like me) out there...... and you are straining, thinking, completing an online puzzle...,. sometimes you reach a point, victory is seemingly, assuredly at hand ("Rommel,  you magnificent bastard, I read your book!") up pops a button one can click, Quick Solve, and it'll fill in the obvious remaining numbers.

Why ain't life like that? Or... women...  Or, crap ya buy from Ikea...  Spanish... Anything other than 1040A... Prostates.  Rubik's Cube... stuff... hard stuff that oughta be cinchy...

Much, I've never understood....  and, color me GUILTY in lots of em.....

Why do we say the meanest things to the ones we love the most?

Why, seemingly, do bad things happen to really good people?

How is something God awful?  Awfully good?

How frustrating must it be to be a kiddygarten teacher - them snotnoses ain't near got the fine motor skills to accomplish tying a shoe- yet, they are handcuffed to look for nodding heads (I get it teach) when it comes to to/too/two, hear/here, see/sea, son/sun, stare/stair, sweet/suite, wait/weight, way/weigh, which/witch, berth/birth, brake/break... OK Victor, we get it.  Good, cause I don't see howinthehell they do. Crap, I'm 72 and I still ain't sure on effect and affect. or, why ain't there no O in genius, reckon why I ain't one.

How can GOAT be both a lummox, and, the greatest of all-time? (Side note... my son and I had discussions on, and I dunno why the GOAT argument is usually associated with THE best basketball player of all-time.  He, and, a kajillion his age, "No doubt, MJ."  His father would counter, "If I were starting a team, I would ALWAYS pick Kareem first." To which, many older than I would offer "Ya little whippersnapper, how can you argue with Wilt's numbers?" And, one, ya really can't, and two, it feels perty dayum good to be called a whippersnapper at age 72.

It seems, not having that "Quick Solve" button like Sudoku lends life to be sticky, at best.

I get, kinda, why golfers holler FORE! when an errant shot is coming one's way, LOOK OUT! so, to speak.  Ball coming your way.  But, in the one's bedroom, foreplay means OH BABY OH BABY 'bout to happen. (Why then, isn't it BEfore play?) So, I reckon 'ball coming you way' too, so to speak. VICTOR. You just lost any chance you had of getting a female to like this post. Eh, OK, I'm sorry. (Why does fingers crossed behind one's back mean "I'm lying", yet, when you cross your fingers in front, it means "Good luck?")

Lot about life I just don't get. I like it here though, mosta the time.

Lots. Lots more. Stonehinge. Passport forms. TSA Precheck (Why don't ya think they too could be criminals?) Converting currency. Religion. People who crack knuckles. Algebra. Undoing bra's. YOU'RE TOAST VICTOR. Politics. 47 (sorry, kinda). Cricket rules. 2nd cousins.  What if you divorce and you LOVE your in-laws? Compound interest. Why is it OK to squeeze Great Value TP but not Charmin?

"Anyone who isn't confused really doesn't understand the situation." Edward R. Murrow

Thanks, for lending me a quick ear.  (Vincent, that's nice and all, but no thanks.)

Love, Victurd

Sometimes...........

You feel like a nut...  sometimes you don't...  almond joy's got nuts...  mounds don't.

 You look at caller ID and think........... ahm, nope.

"Sometimes I wonder if men and women really suit each other.  Perhaps they should live next door and just visit now and then."  Katherine Hepburn

The grass is greener where you water it.

I wanna do today, sometimes I don't.

Joe Namath can't wait for tomorrow because he gets better looking each day. (This is a very old post.)

All ya need is love. (Right, John/Paul?)  Even if just next door. (Right, Katherine?)

You just need a break, in a beautiful place, alone, to figure everything out.

Words come easy, sometimes they ain't.

I shampoo my ginger head of hair, sometimes I don't.  Wanna sniff, see if you can tell 'yay/nay' today?

I blog, sometimes I don't.  Sometimes when I do, you wished I don't. 

The best laid plans of mice and men often go astray. (Man goes next door, rings bell, no one ever comes to door........... Mouse go next door, sneaks in... offers, "LOOK!  CHEESE!", quickly followed by, "OH SNAP!")

Those asshats 'school me' in Wordle.

I Google and I discover cool (boring?) crap like 'sayings with the word something in them' and learn 'there are 102 phrases and idioms matching sometimes"  (Good Lord, if he uses them all, I'm gonna save this to read when I've got insomnia.)

Also means 'now and again', 'now and then', 'occasionally, rather than all of the time'.

You have to go slow to go fast.

Ya throw enough mud on the wall, and some of it will stick.  (Reminds me of golf.)

you read the blog, stare at the watch... and... you are getting sleepy.... very sleepy

 on UPWARDS MOBILITY:           20's.........  LinkedIn... Indeed.... Education.. Networking

                                                   40's..........  EF Hutton...  Edward D. Jones... Rogaine/Botox..

                                                    Seniors...   HELP! (lend me a hand wouldya,) I've fallen and I can't get up.

OK OK OK, I'll get the hell outta here.........

I gotta run anyways...... Bought me some Cinnamon Toast Crunch at Piggly Wiggly, but, forgot and now I gotta run next door to ask "Can I have a little sugar?"

Ya know, while we're on that topic.  What's this WE crap Victor, tweren't us.  OK, right you are.  One time, I think it was 12 years ago the last time I went in a bar.  I mentioned to the barkeep "All men are pigs."   She replied, "All women are too."

So, nanny nanny boo boo....

And have a great day,

Sometimes they blog,

 Love Victurd

People watching......

Interesting, ain't it?

There were long ones, tall ones, short ones, brown ones, black ones, round ones, big ones, crazy ones.

We spend a lifetime 'reading' of these people.  Some, transparent, no pretense.  Easy peasy to read, like a Big Chief tablet.  Can be good (WHAT a wonderful, giving, loving person, always) or, not-so-much (WHAT a pompous ass, always.)

Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaay back in 1966, The Standells, with their Dirty Water offer... spouted "Down by the river... down by the banks of the river Charles..  Oh, that's what's happenin', baby, That's where you'll find me.... Along with lovers, muggers and thieves - Oh, but they're cool people.

So..... thus far, we've got..  different sizes, colors, niceness, asswipeness, lovers, muggers and thieves.

But then........

I love this bar (ie, life)......  We've got winners, we've got losers, chain-smokers and boozers.. we got yuppies... we got bikers.. we got thirsty hitchhikers... and the girls next door dress up like movie stars... hmmm, hmmmm, I love this bar (life).

Then again, Babs said:

People, people who need people are the luckiest people in the World... we're children, needing other children, and yet letting our grown-up pride hide all the need inside... acting more like children than children.

'Boy howdy' as my friend Janice likes to say, and I SO love that saying by her!

But... Victor, 147th reminder, you can't start a sentence with but.

But, I'm sure it ain't her original statement, still, I love it.  She's real.

Some ain't.  They be fake, ya know?  Ya notice?  Them her real eyelashes? He had a tummy tuck?  That little bitty gal over there, SURELY, those can't be her real... VICTOR!  STOP!

I was just watching people.

You know, you know, you know my name.........  no, that ain't it.

You know I'm a sport's nerd.  (We the people.... hmmm, heard that one before....  we the people, are all nerds of differn't sorts...  some like sales... some like work... some are Maynard G Crebs "WoRk!"...some are Dobie Gillis nerds, Leave it to Beav..  Andy/Barney/Bea/Ope.. General Hospital, Fox news, CNN, games, scientific, yada yada, some write, like to use 'yada' as all inclusive.  Some folks simple want to be included.  Others, hate inclusion.

Back to Sports.... Danny Duffy... he usedta be a pitcher for the KC Royals...  He once made an astute statement regarding pitching...  "I've figured out, finally, that I'll never really figure it out."  That's kinda like life, people.  Some can't even make it thru a fast food drive thru.  HUH?  Tea? China?  (Danny was arrested... halfway between the Burger King order speaker thingy and the drive thru window... he had passed out in his car.) Shows to go, pitching can be easy, life, sometimes, not-so-much, even flame broiled.

Some people are QR Codes when you try to figure 'em out with a cheapy Android phone.  Victor, you're getting bit ridiculous, 'out there'... the hell do you mean?  Well, our golf course has a QR thingy going on... you gotta scan it with your phone, the link will pop up, you hit 'redeem', easy peasy. EXCEPT, Android phones are seemingly illiterate in reading QR Codes... so, I gotta run to stairwell... holler at lady working up there..  say "Hey, can you come down so I can use your iPhone?"......... point being, "hard to read"...  people, people who need people.. long ones, short ones, brown ones, lovers, muggers, thieves...

(Hard to read, continued...) Yeah, we know Victor.  Well, we don't really know Victor (Geez Louise can you just imagine what that CT Scan must look like?)

Bite me.....continueing...   folks that can't spell, winners, losers, chain-smokers, boozers, yuppies, bikers, thirsty hitchhikers.........

Nerds of all ilks........ 

Side note....... I LOVE me some "Brainy Quotes"... you can find really really cool (my opine) quotes about virtually anything in life........ I Googled "Brainy Quotes about people" and sure, it led me there...  then...  it had the GD (Gosh Darn) gall to make me prove I was a human.  I'm like, BE FOR REAL!  Seen the News?  Them, NINE, I think it was, that escaped jail in New Orleans?  They captured two of 'em using "facial recognition" technology.  Honest.  Hey Brainy Quotes?  Zone in on my face, I'm fer real!

I was in a weird mood, sorry, kinda.. you were stuck... but you prolly left long ago.

"Great minds discuss ideas; average minds discuss events; small minds discuss people."  Eleanor Roosevelt

Eh, we all slip there Ellie... it's a people trait..   I hope your day is fun, fulla people watching.. and that those times, eyeballs, lend smile to your gourd. (Gourds come in all different sizes, shapes, colors..     VICTOR!  GET LOST!

Tune in tomorrow when we'll debate, was it LIVE or Memorex (AI)?  And, whether or not Patsy was really crazy.

Love, Victurd

Then and now.......

Romance........  earth shattering, heart palpitating, REAL....  now, not tonight honey, try a Romance Novel and I don't mean that 50 Shade one.

Run........   Go you chicken fat go, 600 yard dash, measured in miles....  now, go lay down fatty, 20 feet dashes to the loo, measured in drips, skid marks, floor cleanups.

Social media...... Sterling 1 to Thornwall 7, "did you hear what those damn kids did?, Sunday School, hallway gathers, Teacher's Lounge, Notes (handwritten)...... Now, any dayum way you can, phone, laptop, X, Insta, FB, Parlor, text

Photos... Damnit, burnt my hand on that cube, HEY WATCHOUT, don't hit the Fotomat Booth, there's a slot just outside the booth, put the quarter in then RUN back inside the curtain as fast as you can..  Now, camera in hand 24/7, video too, iCloud, QR crap.

Disagreement.   Smoke tree, right after school.  DID NOT.  DID TOO. TEACHER! Mom, Joey hit me!  Now, 'click', blocked that idiot.

Dinner...  Family, prayer, perfect portions, getting to know you getting to know all about you........ Now, slit the cover, microwave 3 minutes, stir, replace cover, 1 and 1/2 more minutes, done.  Or, that two inches of Ben & Jerry that's left, in your robe, watching the final 2 episodes on Netflix from the sofa.

First Base...     A baby peck at the Plaza Theater..    Now, where the rich people sit at Royal's Stadium

Second Base... .Not sure what it was at your 'wiffle ball park', but it was the water meter at ours...  now, Stay off my lawn kid.

Third base....  Meatloaf debate on the end of time...  Now, a bar in Cooperstown, NY, "3rd Base, last stop before home."

Home Run.....  Meatloaf confirmation, Oh baby, oh baby, oh baby, YOU'RE WHAT?   Now, actual running to the loo from driveway because you were just sure you could make it.

Profanity.......  YOU'RE GROUNDED, bar soap, quarter jar, detention, push ups per Grundy..  Now, deathly loud at stoplights, is there even an FCC now with all the cutbacks? Every third golf shot.

The Price of tea in China....     Schoeller's ad in the Tribune/Shopper...   Now, hang on, lemme get my calculator.

High School.......  Ornate, beautiful and spacious......  Now, Glory, is there even a hill on that sunset?

Kids..... Mairzy doats and dozy doats and liddle lamzy divey, a kiddley divey too, wouldn't you? Peers. Schools out for the summer.   JFK. Clayview.   Now, (to grandchild) of course you don't have to finish your meat honey, there's butter pecan ice cream  in the freezer.

Christmas    Joy in bringing the six (huge) boxes of decorations down from the attic, putting them up, carols in the background, presents wrapped to perfection, bows, ribbons, et al.  Now, a two foot tree on a stand.. the toy and the jeans, shirt are in that bag from the Dollar (and a quarter) Tree, followed by, even more now, "Here, your gift (cash) is in the envelope.

Motivation......  When I grow up, I wanna be... ACT scores, memeographed resumes, keeping up with the Jones... Run like they left they gate open! Now, hunger/trip to fridge, leave the porch light off, we're eating the candy this Halloween, Coffee/regulation, Age 65, then what?  Who let the dogs out?

Dressing to the nines.....  Church, first day of school, class picture, weddings, funerals, "make sure you have on clean undies in case you're in an accident."    Now, the people of WalMart, Bra? Boxers? I'm sposeta wear undies to the Piggly Wiggly?

Pop up......  Little League, front yard wiffle ball, puberty, sorry, kinda..   Now, aggrevating things when trying to read any dayum link, article on the internet.

Independent study......  Dewey decimal system, card file, Britannica, "sorry, you owe twenty-seven cents, can't check out the book until it's paid.."     Now, can I see your phone a sec?

Old people.......  7th graders.. Seniors, 'he's got his own apartment.'  Now, Hello, I love you won't you tell me your name (again). Twelve people in line at QT, "let's see, I want five scratchers.. ahm, #2... #7..   #12..  #14.. and let's see, hey, what's your lucky number Sonny?"

Goodbye......  Then: Now I lay me down to sleep.. Later gator..  M-I-C, seeya real soon, K-E-Y, why, because we like you, MOUSE,   love you!...       Now, don't let the door hitya...  I've gotta run..  I'm taking the kids, NO, I'M taking the kids.  Take this job and shove it.

THEN.  It really was wonderful.

NOW.  Disconcerting, hard to figure, but, retirement ain't bad.

By Henry Gibson

Love, Victurd

E gads.....

Old.  Very.  Which, is blessed.

Here, I often write about me.  I KNOW I ain't special, it's just that, who the hell else am I gonna be able to write about?  I dunno you...  I ain'tyou...  I'm me.  A simpleton.

Nightly, prior to going to bed I text myself exactly what time it is, so, when I awaken in the morning I can ask myself...."Didya get enuff sleep??  (What's enuff?) I dunno, whadda you think?  Six? Seven?  Eight?  I always say "Six", which, means, it's fer dayum sure a nap is ahead at some point during the day.  (Victor, you nap most every day.)  True that.

So......... and no, not a needle pulling thread...  So, last night I slept 6 and 1/2 hours (Kinda sorta, included getting up at least twice for, uh huh, that... and..  at 12:16am to do Wordle. If you too are reading this I can tell you too are perty dayum bored. Sorry. Kinda.)

So........... peepers open at 2:30am.  Yes if you count backwards, I plopped in bed at 8pm.  With the exception of the two days a week I now work, I don't set an alarm.  ABC news this morning said "More Americans hit the snooze button than any other country."  Howinthehell do they know that?  Is there sucha thing as a disciplined snoozer?  "I can hit the snooze button 6 times and I won't miss work because I know, by then, I will be cognizant."   I don't see how.

Daily routine.  Victor, who askedya?

Daily routine, bite me.  First thing I do (after making coffee) is "The Daily Sudoku."  My default is The Washington Post, it's Eastern time and, folks there, I guess, don't hit the snooze button as much and, it's ready by 2:30am.  Monday is the easiest, progressing to Sunday, the hardest. (VICTOR? WHO CARES?) - I know, I'm just trying to kill time during this El Boro portion of retirement. I mean (more later about that), I mean, if most of us hit the dayum snooze button... does one think then, all us old farts are.............a) having sex... b) prepping for a marathon by running 10 miles... c) cleaning the toilet....... or, d) dusting.  Like, be for real wouldya?

So, I finish the Daily Sudoku, next up is, The Kansas City Star "E Edition" (In order...  Obits, Local Sports, National Sports... then, dependent upon my gastrointestinal distress level, local, national, World news - or not.)

E gads.

I'd gotten up TOO EARLY for the E Edition.  It said "May 19." I usually don't know the date, but, for some reason, knew that wasn't correct.

Soooooooooooooooooo, as Richard Pryor once said, "So, I said to myself......... Self"..  "Why don't you write a really STUPID, short blog, thataway, the E Edition will be ready to be read by the time you finish?"

GREAT IDEA.

Sorry to bore you......... but ty for helping me get thru this traumatic hour in wait.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhh, Kansas City Star E Edition for May 20, 2025 up and ready, YIPEE!

Tune in tomorrow where we'll have a serious conversation about WHICH carries more weight:

Sentences preceded by "Simon Says".......... or.......

Sentences preceded by  "I mean".

I mean, that's the plan if I wake my ass up early again tomorrow.  Simon says, have a great day.

By Henry Gibson

Love, Victurd