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When I was growing up we had three TV stations and one brand of shampoo.  I had no idea they still made it until I was browsing the aisles at Wal-Mart last week.

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Norah and Alfred moved into their new house this a few days ago.  This picture reveals the nature of my two princesses.  One wants attention, hugs and picture-taking.  The other one wants to explore and find trouble.   

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How stupid of me to thinking I wouldn't be subjected to anymore Peyton manning commercials since his retirement.  Pre-season games haven't even started and there he is, being serenaded by Lionel Richie.  By the way, who would have thought Bon Jovi would sell out quite so luridly?

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I'll bet you have never seen one of these.  This rather nice looking sedan is a Maserati.  It is a Quattroporte.  I went to St. Pete Maserati website and they have two of these on their lot.  One is $110,000 and the other is $105,000.  

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Saw this car in a parking lot.  It is from a place about as far away from Florida as you can get in the continental US.  Google says it is 3,043 miles from St. Pete.

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Mark Twain said "Beauty is skin deep but freckles go all the way to the bone."  I love Norah's freckles.

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Sat down to have lunch at Arby's.  The table was greasy and the dead whatever-it-is was staring at me.  It gave me a reason to rant once again about how these fast food places should have an employee whose job is simply to keep the floors, window sills and tables clean.  I hate fast food joints.  

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Alfred is starting to relish Papa's shoulder rides.  I feel her rubbing her fingers in my hair, much like monkey grooming.

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I have told some folks I may vote write-in or 3rd party for President rather than Trump or Billary.  They usually say something along the lines of "a vote for so-and-so is a vote for so-and-so."  Bullshit.  A vote is a vote - no more, no less.  A vote for a write-in is NOT a vote for Trump or Billary, it is a vote for who I write-in.  

By the way, this past weekend was a bad one for America.  Trump and his attack on the Khan family and lying about his relationship with Putin, while Billary lied to Chris Wallace about her email classifications clearly mark a low point for American exceptionalism.  Add to that horney Grampa Bill calling his wife the biggest "game-changer" he has ever seen.  Wow.  I'm rendered mute.  Can you say G-A-R-Y  J-O-H-N-S-O-N?

Thankfully the country is better than any one person.  We will survive whoever is elected.  

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Looking forward to some time up in my Cabin in the Woods in about three weeks.  Car show in Bushnell, Prime Beef Car Show in Monmouth,  sandwiched with a little bike riding and sky picture shooting.  A short visit but we'll run all the way through it.  

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Mark your calendars for September 26th - that's the first debate.  I have a feeling it'll be a trainwreck.  A monumentally watched trainwreck.

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The moves are over.  Kenze and her family now reside in their really really nice three bedroom home, while I have been palced in another institution not far from the called Waterboard Apartments.   Everyone had the week off, but since it was almost entirely devoted to moving it wasn't a fun one.  Yesterday I assumed my manny duties to both girls and becasue we are still living out of boxes and they are curious creatures and wormy...




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