I duly not the arrival of, and adoration toward, and the expense of guarding, the Pope.
He ain’t my Pope, don’t get me wrong. Well above my pay grade also, I suggest. However, I’m unsure what his stated business has to do with all the hoop-la and if he should be screwing about with native American understanding of the world. Maybe he shouldn’t be doing this.
Rather like Putin calling all the Republicans wannabe’s wusses.
I also note the departure of Yogi.
I didn’t like Yogi to excess, I was a Dodgers Fan, you understand. But give the devil his due Yogi proved a baseball phenom of memorial stuff.
I fell out of love with the Dodgers when they moved West. Bad news that. They weren’t the same and neither was Baseball. Worse, in many ways, than when the Colts sneaked out of town – even though the sport writers warned of rumors and hints. Football hasn’t been the same either.
But, Yogi, a good run at forever, Man. “. . . It gets late early out there.”, indeed, even if it does go on for ninety years.
From the reaches,