Tuesday Tidbits

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At some point after my gray VW died I got a '67 Plymouth Fury III. It was a great car - big and luxurious, which was quite a change from the V-Dubby.  I had room to stretch my legs and we'd go for long drives to no where.  I had a couple cassette tapes of early Bee Gees and Cat Steven's Tea for the Tillerman.  Even today I recall singing along with Cat to his Father and Son.  

Somewhere in my browsing I came across this recent video of Cat, now Yusef, singing one of my favorite songs.  We are now both old and gray.  It struck me just writing this that when we first started singing together we related to the "Son" part of the song - now it is the "Father".

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    Here is to Michelle at Mercer Market in Emerald City.  She knew I loved ham loaf so she baked this three pounder while I was up there last month.  Needless to say I couldn't eat it all so it was sliced and given to several friends.  Guess who I'm going to see when I get up there again in November?  Wow, was that ever good.

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Daughter Kenzie send this vid of a late night fright Ayla had.  Apparently she was concerned a big, bad wolf was going to get Daddy and Papa. 

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I was more than just a little surprised to see that the Cubs came in third in the East and will be watching the Playoffs at home.  

"Scoot over Mets players."

"But we were here first."

"Yeah, so what.  We are better than you guys."

"Uh...look at those numbers again, lil Cubbies."

Audible gasp from the North Siders.

"Yeah, see.  We were better than you this season."

Gasp continues from North Siders as Joe walks in.

Now the Mets gasp.

"We heard you were canned.  Say it ain't so, Joe."

"I guess I sucked."

"Sidle on over here, Joe, you can manage us next year.  Hell, for the next twenty years if you want.  Met's murmur, stupid Cubs."

This little exchange actually happened.  Yeah, true that.  Frankly, I have traced the Cubs problems back to Cry-Zo.  In the sports world we combine first and last name to make a cutsie-pie name that elicits adoration for these bubble-wrapped uber-mega-millionaires. Cry-Zo is cutsie-pie for Ben Zobrist who discovered there is bad in this world and couldn't cope, so he went home to Mommy for three months.  Everything was fine in Cubbieland until he came back.  Then the wheels fell off.  Yep. that's what I think.  And I'm sticking with it.

As for next year, the Cubs will hire some 42 year old manager-wannabe from the organization named David Ross. Who?  Yeah, exactly.  They'll lose 83 games next year (pitching, Theo, pitching) while the Mets will hire Joe Maddon and win the National League East.  

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The Fighting Flamingoes, my fantasy baseball team won the season and post-season Championship for the second year in a row.  Its all I have in life so I spend a lot of time on it.  


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Datsko park, on my early morning walking route, as I have mentioned many times, is a lesser park.  No lights, nothing really interesting except a short walking path and no entrance after sundown.  Dark, forboding, and menacing.  Whizzbang and I walk with trepidation past it - wanting not to see anything that might casue us alarm.  But sometimes it can't be helped.   As we walked by recently I noticed a moving flickering light.  I got my phone out and attempted to record it - with poor results.  At the start I panned to the left which is a lake and light from a residential area.  I then pointed back to the light in Datsko.  You can't see it well, but eventually the light came along the walking path and on out into the street.  It was someone on a bicycle.  Still scary, tho, for Whizzy.  

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I suppose that's about it for this week.