One summer day when I was about five years old, I was playing with friends in Burke's front yard, our neighbors. The Burke house was a two-story, red brick affair at the corner of Walkup and Hill Drive in Crystal Lake, two house down from us.
Whatever activity we were engaged in was interrupted when I saw a Bazooka Joe bubble gum wrapper hovering in the air. The gum wrapper was attractive to me not only because it was apparently flying on its own, but even more so because gum was, like television, a kind of forbidden fruit for us. I reached for it, and unfortunately the wrapper was being flown around by a large bumble bee, which promptly stung me on the inside of my left thigh. I have never touched another piece of bubble gum.
Just about every time I see a bumble bee, I recall Bazooka Joe and the flying bubble gum wrapper.
Monday, June 12, 2017
Friday, June 9, 2017
225: I Voted For Trump (But I Didn't)
Technically, I voted for Trump. But really, I voted AGAINST the contemptuous and sniveling governing elite and stupid media. I always vote against all incumbents where there are no term limits. But in voting for Trump, it really was a vote against the swamp, because there is really very little else to like about Trump except that he is a human wrecking ball. I guess when you have a situation as bad as it is in Washington, DC, it takes a real SOB to shake things up. And God bless him, Trump is that SOB.
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