It seems cruel that every channel out of two-hundred plus choices is covering hurricane Irene. Poor New York. It gets all that rain (mebbe) and it is going to waste, while we have barely enough water to frac our oil wells. It ain’t fair, I tells ya.
Luckily, I found a “Stooge-a-Thon” on an obscure channel this morning. I shall limit my viewing to that channel until the weekend is over. Monday will be soon enough to learn if my wish that Washington, D.C. washed down the Potomac River and out to sea came true. My other wish is that the Congress would rush back into emergency session this afternoon, while there is still time to join the buildings and monuments.I know it is a faint hope. It is going to be 106 again today. The sprinkle of rain we received last week sizzled like spit on a hot griddle when it reached the ground. Sometimes, a faint hope is the difference between hanging-on and simply hanging.
Even in despair, I remain a man of action. This afternoon, I promised myself I would shop for a sailboat. See you at sea! ...
