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1960 - Tighty whities because Marj told me to.




1985 - Boxer briefs because I didn't want stuff to slosh around down there.



2000 -Boxers because I wanted things to slosh around down there.



2018 - Tighty whities (in different colors) to keep pesky old man drips from wetting my pants.


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trump's lawyer is being investigated in Manhattan, his son-in-law is being investigated in Brooklyn, his former campaign manager is under indictment, his former national security advisor has pleased guilty to lying, a couple former campaign advisors are cooperating with prosecutors.  My God! What could we have done with our deteriorating infrastructure, healthcare, public education, and a host of other things needing examined if we'd channeled all this effort to cheat into an effort to improve.

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Every night at 9:00 pm a horn is blown at the four corners of the market obelisk in Ripon , North Yorkshire, England.  The tradition dates back to 886 when Alfred the Great granted a charter to the city with a horn.  At the King's advice a person was appointed to patrol the settlement and at 9:00 the patrolmen blew his horn to let the townsfolk know he was on duty and all was well.  

In 1604 James I granted a second charter.  This time the patrolman was appointed by the democratically hired Mayor.  After the horn was blown he was to find the Mayor wherever he was and blow the horn three times, raise his hat, bow his head and tell the Mayor, "Mr. Mayor, the watch is set."


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I came across an ad for dried morel mushrooms you could buy.  So I did!  I got the 2 jar special.  Little did I know (communications is sometimes dicey around here) the current Mrs. Blythe also got that special.  We now have 4 cans of dried morel mushrooms.  How cool is that?



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As I write this on a lazy Saturday morning, I see the Mets are 11-1 on the year.  The Cubs are 6-7 and the Cards are 7-7.  Hey Cubbie fans, "Where's your Messiah, now?"* (Look at the last blurb today for more on this)








Speaking of baseball, does anyone do Opening day better than the Cardinals?  The Reds have their parade, the Mets just play ball and usually win, the Cubs try to grow a ground weed on brick that doesn't fully take till June and play a video of Harry, but those Cards!  Bringing all those old players in on Cardinal Red Mustangs, the present players shaking hands with them before they take their spots on the baselines and then the Clydesdales jogging along the track with that iconic organ Budweiser music.  That's real showmanship.  By the way, two guys are on the wagon and the driver is working like hell to manage those horses.  I want to be the guy who holds the dog.  


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Madison Avenue ad agencies are at it again.  Their primary goal is to separate you from your money.  I saw an ad last week for Pantene Foam Conditioner.  It's a hair conditioner that is "air-infused".  Ha!  They put bubbles in it (which decreases the amount of real product), and claim the bubbles help in some fashion.  This is the same as the chocolate candy bar we mentioned a few months ago they advertised as air-infused.  Same thing, less product, higher cost.  Madison Avenue wins again. 



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This is a 10 week old puppy that has chosen to live here for a few days or years.  She is the runt of a litter from a daddy who is a full-blooded Aussie Shepherd, and a mommy who is a full-blooded BMC, which makes this a full-blooded mutt.  

The deal was as good as done, or rather my goose was really cooked, when Kenzie and Norah got involved.  


I'm not sold yet since I judge things by the heart AND the head, unlike others around here who judge only with the former.   No name has yet been inscribed but I'm leaning toward Whizbang.  

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It's been a long time since I'd been on a trampoline.  This is in Brendan's back yard and Norah talked me into it.  It was more work than I remembered.

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Yesterday was fun here in Kitschland, in general, and Death Valley, in particular.  We had weather!  Real, honest to goodness rain, thunder, lightening and lasted longer than 10 minutes.  It was a long afternoon of hard blowing rain.  Yeah!

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* This refers to Edward G. Robinson's alleged Brooklyn accent in the film The Ten Commandments.  It has become a kind of on-going joke between the Wombie and I.  It's perfect in almost any situation.  The joke, of course, is on us.  Eddie never said that in the film, but comes from a comedy routine from Billy crystal.  Who knew?   

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