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Charles Manson is now just an old 74 year old who looks a bit like Albert Finney. Seems strange looking at him today how demonic, weird and murderous his short stay on the world scene was. Movies, books and the cultural lexicon was imbued with his image and words for a generation.

Went to Wal-Mart and Menards last weekend. Both have "greeters" when you come in who get paid for saying in a monotone "good morning, welcome to (insert store name)", and then another person saying, "thank you for shopping (insert store name)" when you leave. All the while I had to wait an average of 15 minutes to check out of the single check-out lane. Why not put these people at a register and actually do something useful?

Missy got a reprieve from the governor this morning. After a tough start to her week she is feeling better and actually played fetch with Mr. Humperdink yesterday. She seems to be smiling again.

My fantasy league is holding a draft next Wednesday evening. It is a pretty fun night with many old faces, some who have been in the league since its inception. We'll meet at Crappy's, have a little beer, some wings, and with calculators and cheat sheets get down to business. Has it been 8 or 9 years now? Made a pre-draft trade with Matt of the Expos. My Miggy Cabrera, one of baseballs absolute best, for his Jose Reyes, a Met (my team) with speed. This is a fun deal that happened quick and helps both teams. Matt may not know it yet, but he's got a really strong team. Not as good as mine but close.

Evidently the Army doesn't teach picking up after yourself.

Speaking of the Army, Brendan has been bat-like: sleeps during the day and comes out at night. Spends time with his buddies all night then creeps home at daybreak. Glad he is able to unwind and have some fun before he leaves.

Brendan also helped me put in a sump pump last weekend. He was a lot of help and he seems a bit handy, obviously inheriting that trait from his mother.

I don't like bassaball. never have and it makes no difference who is playing it, I don't like it. Then why have I committed $15.00 to March madness bracket and some blind drawing at work? Peer pressure? Greed? I picked Memphis over Pittsburgh. My ignorance shows, doesn't it?

The neighbors and I went bike riding last weekend. Little chilly but great to get out, went to Orion, and Crabby's in Coal Valley. Changed the oil and all set for the summer.

Almost done with the Soprano's DVD marathon. Been watching an hour a night and now have just a few episodes left. Generally pretty good, and will miss it when I finish.

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