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Tuesday Tidbits

1.  A reader wrote to my Facebook message area that they didn't know how to post comments on this blog.  Since I am fairly inactive on Facebook I was lucky to stumble on her note.  The quick answer is to move your mouse down to No Comments at the bottom of each post.  Click it and a square will appear that you can then type in a comment.  When you push Submit you will also have to type in a number or letters so that the site will recognize that this is a real live person instead of  robot spam.  You may need a Google account, however. 

2.  I went bike riding with Ted, my Counselor at Shawshank,  who caused my transfer to Bedlam.   Here we are parked at a convenience store east of Parrish.  The guy has lived in the area all of his life but wanted me to come up with a ride plan.  Hell I don't know what is out there, so I got the fucker lost up in Brandon and shit, that's awful close to the Dark City.  Hot, traffic-heavy, and I made it long enough that his boney-ass was sore by the time we landed.   



Another lesson in better watch what you hope for.  Shawshank may have been a prison, but it beats Bedlam.
 
3.  This is a You Tube video I found on Twisted Sifter.  This little guy is a true pre-pubescent stud.  It's not just that he knows how to maneuver the go-kart like a real pro, it's that when he is finished he just walks by like its as natural as breathing.  Man, what a little S-T-U-D.    





4.  I took these pictures while walking out of the grocery store not too far from Bedlam.  Keep in mind I don't do any of that photoshop mumbo- jumbo.  And this was my iPhone, too.  Beautiful sunset.






 
5.  Norah's mother lets her dress herself sometimes, a progressive attitude, and this is how she dressed one Sunday.  
 

                                              
 



Perfect, I think.  By the way, she called me last week and said she loved me and to come home.  I think she was coached a bit, but only in sentence structure, not meaning.  Soon, princess. 


6.   Miss Frump is still in the hospital so I won't be doing the car show thing, which is a major disappointment - this trip revolved around attending several August shows.  She needs motor mounts and Dr. Allen won't release her even for a weekend.  I busted out of Florida and I'm thinking of busting Miss Frump out of her prison, too.  Then maybe a Thelma and Louise thing at Bald Bluff.*    
 
7.  Cruised around a bit with the Wombie and checked out some sights along the east banks of the Mississippi.  While I don't have a picture we ran into a guy with a crossbow standing on a bridge over some tributary shooting fish.  While I'm thinking of stuff I have seen but no evidence, I witnessed some Indian inmates at Bedlam playing cricket on the tennis courts. 

* I am pleased to report that since that note posted above was written, Miss Frump has been released from the hospital and may resume some limited activities.  Could the August 9th Galva Freedom Fest car show be in her future?   Our sources say a most definite yes!

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