Wednesday, September 23, 2015

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,

Ten Whiskey

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User tenwhiskey is also the author of this blog. He currently lives in small town Kansas in a semi-retired condition. His kids are married and gone (thank you). An empty nester. Divorced. Very happy with life as it is. Ten Mile maintains a personal blog here, writing of events as they appear to him; commentary, and opinions abound. He deviates into fiction as the mood strikes and creates flash fiction stories and short stories. He will not warn the reader when he drifts from fact to fiction. He feels adults are, generally, smart enough to figure out which is which. He does, however, attempt to make his fiction sound as true to life as possible. You have been warned. He, as time permits, writes and occasionally sells writing. More often than not he gives it away to various non-paying publishers of Ether Magazines, forums or for entertainment on a wall for in need of a hand friends. He likes candy, pies and a certain amount of strife. In the matter of strife - in his yourth on the farm, he became embroiled in a slinging fight. The fight involved lath as a launcher, fresh cow patties as ammo and it was a six way free for all. A little mud only adds (Umm?) a certain taste to life.
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