Shotgun Bob and The Girl have acquired a new foster child whom I will name Albert. This will be their third and very likely their last foster child. The first foster child, Flounder (a large teenage female), became violent was returned to the system. The next foster child, Feed Bag (an 8 year old boy with multiple problems involving his digestive tract in its entirety), was returned home to his mother by order of the State of Tennessee. This is the same mother who tried to strangle him, thus putting Feed Bag into the system. No, I'm not kidding. Feed Bag arrived at Shotgun Bob's house with bruises around his neck from his certifiable mother and her methamphetamine dealing boyfriend. The boyfriend may or may not be in jail, but the mother is now on anti-psychotic medication and therapy which makes her perfectly safe and fit to be a mother. They say, anyway. I'm keeping an eye on the Tennessee news.
Tuesday, November 27, 2012
Sunday, November 18, 2012
Latest Centenarian News
I got the call around 11:00 this morning. It was Main Lady, informing me that they are taking Centenarian off to Hospice. Since Main Lady does not have both oars in the water, it falls to me, Mad Jack, to bring order out of chaos and catch Hell for doing so, then smile and reply, "Thank you Ma'am, may I have another?"
What else, right? Well, I'll tell you, but first let me refer everyone to the official cast of characters so you can see who's on first, and let me also state right up front that you don't go to Hospice to get your chops cleaned.
What else, right? Well, I'll tell you, but first let me refer everyone to the official cast of characters so you can see who's on first, and let me also state right up front that you don't go to Hospice to get your chops cleaned.
Sunday, November 11, 2012
Veteran's Day 2012
My grandfather served in World War I as a radio operator in the U.S. Navy. Times were rough back then, and I remember him telling me that he didn't have a mattress to sleep on; only a bare board, but he thought it was pretty good.
My father served in World War II and was stationed in the Aleutian Islands on isolated duty. He was there 18 months, 12 months longer than he was supposed to be in isolation. By the time he got back the other men said he was beginning to act a little odd.
My Uncle Bud served in World War II with the OSS, helping to organize the French resistance. He carried his pistol in his hat, and was captured by the Germans several times. Bud never served time as a prisoner of war.
Another couple who lived in our neighborhood served in Allied Intelligence, and were offered citizenship in the United States for their efforts. They changed their names when they accepted, and although she would never speak of what happened 'over there', he would tell a few stories now and then. Not much, but a few. The thing I remember was that both people were friendly, multilingual and very, very security conscious all their lives.
Realistically, if these people and a lot of others like them hadn't served in the United States armed forces, we wouldn't be bitching about our lousy government today.
Here's my salute to everyone who has served my country, and who is serving now. My sincere thanks for your service.
My father served in World War II and was stationed in the Aleutian Islands on isolated duty. He was there 18 months, 12 months longer than he was supposed to be in isolation. By the time he got back the other men said he was beginning to act a little odd.
My Uncle Bud served in World War II with the OSS, helping to organize the French resistance. He carried his pistol in his hat, and was captured by the Germans several times. Bud never served time as a prisoner of war.
Another couple who lived in our neighborhood served in Allied Intelligence, and were offered citizenship in the United States for their efforts. They changed their names when they accepted, and although she would never speak of what happened 'over there', he would tell a few stories now and then. Not much, but a few. The thing I remember was that both people were friendly, multilingual and very, very security conscious all their lives.
Realistically, if these people and a lot of others like them hadn't served in the United States armed forces, we wouldn't be bitching about our lousy government today.
Here's my salute to everyone who has served my country, and who is serving now. My sincere thanks for your service.
I Hate Hamlet at the Toledo Rep
I enjoy the theater, and by that I mean live theater with real people on a real stage in real time. Even the special effects are real. I haven't been to the theater in quite a while, so when Main Lady suggested we go take in a play at The Toledo Repertoire Theatre
(16 10th Street, Toledo, OH 43604
(419) 243-9277) I was up for it. I haven't been to The Rep in years and I'd forgotten most of what I knew about the place.
The play I saw is I Hate Hamlet by Paul Rudnick - see also I Hit Hamlet - Behind the scenes at a Broadway fiasco by Paul Rudnick December 24, 2007 if you're insatiably curious. Keep reading to get my opinion, then decide for yourself if you'd like to attend or stay home in the comfort of your living room with a good bottle of bourbon.
The play I saw is I Hate Hamlet by Paul Rudnick - see also I Hit Hamlet - Behind the scenes at a Broadway fiasco by Paul Rudnick December 24, 2007 if you're insatiably curious. Keep reading to get my opinion, then decide for yourself if you'd like to attend or stay home in the comfort of your living room with a good bottle of bourbon.
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