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This cigar was one of my treats while back North.  Neighbor Tim, bless his heart, provided it to me.  The labeling is a little off-putting: a skeleton with an appropriately place middle finger suggests more of a trick cigar than a real one.  Also, the "U" is the designation of uranium and while in the middle of watching Chernobyl, it seems like maybe it was more graphite than tobacco.  But it was surprisingly mild, nice draw, and while with a beer in one hand and this big guy in the other we could have been financiers on a yacht in the 30's or an old apparatchik in Pipyrit in the 80's.  Instead, just an old and younger biker in a garage in North Henderson.  Still, the best place to be.  



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While playing Big Drip to my bro's Aquaman we travelled to check out some equipment pertaining to water in the hinterlands of Mercer County.  There, in the cols and driving winds of May, we spotted nests made by robins in the power boxes.  It would be, in my mind, an almost perfect place to raise a family. Chain-link fencing means you only have to watch the skies above for predators. 




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Remember the TV show "Thirtysomething"?  They'd all be "Seventysomething" now.






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The Wombie and I did a little landscaping at Monmouth Municipal Cemetery.  Gone, but not forgotten, yet.



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And so it begins.  The last crushing few weeks before Papa's Daycare folds its tent and goes out of full-time business.  About 8 weeks. I surmise, more or less.  Then an extended trip up North with night skies, bikes to ride, beer to toast and memories to cherish or forget - depending.  






Here is Norah. 8 now.  Thoughtful, empathetic, a true pleasure to be around.  We are best buddies for life. 




 And Ayla.  What can I say.  She and Whizzbang have a special relationship.



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Along our route, Whizzbang and I walk past this clump of vegetation.  I noticed a single bloom last year that only lasts a day.  This year there were two, and again, they are only in bloom for a day.  I wonder if it is called a cactus rose?



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You know how all Islamic worshippers must travel to Mecca to see Kaaba once in their lives if they can afford it?   I think all Americans should visit Normandy once in their lives if they can do it, too.  Sounds like a place I'd love to see and give thanks for the almost 30,000 American war heroes. 


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I wonder why there seems to be a rash of people getting lost these days?  People in Hawaii. Arkansas.  Geez, people.  Pay attention.
Now what did I do with my car keys?


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"Chernobyl" was TV miniseries at its best.  Check it out on HBO if you haven't.  Loved the miners.  I laughed for three minutes at the last graphic before the credits.


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As long as we are talking HBO, I watched the last season of Game of Thrones.  I thought some stretches of past seasons were sleep-inducing, and I wasn't one f those wildly devoted fans.  Overall I thought the last season was excellent - the battle in episode 5 was too long, but the last episode was almost perfect.  What's up with those people who wanted a petition to rewrite it?        






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