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OK, in the bathroom I blow my nose.  Small room.  I toss the Kleenex toward the waste can.  Its right up against the shower curtain.  How can I miss?  Damned if I don't miss more often than not.  Try it at home?  Try it with the big waste can in the kitchen.  Same thing.  Miss.  Miss again.  I have a theory.  There is an invisible world of benign pixies that run around and try to confound us.  They aren't malicious, unless bending down and picking up that used Kleenex that missed the can qualifies.  All they do is remind us that we are imperfect little nothings in the big scheme of things.



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El Camino: A Breaking Bad movie lived up to its heritage.  Breaking Bad the best ever?  I don't know, it has some competition, but maybe.



Saw Sully again with America's greatest living actor, Tom Hanks, and was briefly reminded of how we used to have great stories coming out of this country once.  



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I wonder if funeral directors prefer burial or cremation for themselves.

I wonder why it is always "badgering" the witness.  Why not shark, or bear?



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Got flu and pneumonia shots this weekend and it knocked me on my ass.  Wonder why.  Never happened before.


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Mulvaney, Pompeo, More Rudy, More Trump, More Impeachment, Doral.

As our Kurdish allies throw rotten vegetables at our armored vehicles leaving them to surely die in ethnic cleansing, I wondered where our national honor is?  Where is it?

    

Kurdish girl whose future is gloomy.
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I'm not sure if I posted this yet, but I surely do miss those Midwestern light shows.  This was in BFE about a month ago.  Sure hope I get a little weather when I'm back up in TWO WEEKS.

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Recent commercials on TV display black guys in weird suits and over-the-top delivery.  



  

 I wonder why Madison Avenue keeps up this kind of old tired, and offensive, minstrel display of black men.  

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Thanks, Mike S., for the annual box of Wisconsin, home-grown and hand-dug potatoes.  This is what is left of the potato soup that we had with them.  

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