God Bless You....
God Bless the brave, dedicated souls who lost their lives today, and Bless the families they have left behind. Thank you for your service!

These tragedies always hit us the hardest. In America we lose 1000's of lives daily due to car wrecks, fires and other accidents, but tragedies such as the Columbia hit us in the gut. And rightly so. Much of the reason is I think, that somewhere in us, we realize that the astronauts and scientists who test the reaches of space are among our best and brightest. As has been said before, "Where do we get such people"? These were in the main, ordinary people who had a desire to find out new things, to see how things worked and to push the envelope of science from earth into space. They worked hard advancing their knowledge and skills in space travel, where their work was to be done and then paid the ultimate price for the chance to live their dreams. It is an old cliche, but they died doing what they loved.

This personal national tragedy comes at a strange times in our collective thoughts as a nation. The debate, worry and fear of a possible war with Iraq has to a great degree occupied our sentiments. And now this. It also involves something very personal for me. My brother has been with N.A.S.A. for over 30 years and was in the shuttle design program at it's inception. He knows some of those who died today. I have had occasion to meet astronauts and scientists in NASA programs and I know what a dedicated and close knit group they are. They will all take this event as a death in the family. And the tragedy unfolded quite literally in the skies above my home where as I was safely drinking my morning coffee, they were risking and giving their all for us.

Whle trying to put this in perspective, to understand it and I think to ease the grief, I have realized that these sorts of things are nothing new. Mankind has been exploring here on earth since the beginning. Men would set out on foot to see what was on the other side of the horizon and never return. As technology progressed, crews of men in ships would sail off never to be heard from again, dying anonymously, but in equally tragic ways as the crew of Columbia did today. The difference is that today we instantly know the circumstances and view it moments after the fact. And to some degree because of this we have become hardened to tragedy. But to see people of science, knowledge, exploration and bravery perish while only moments from home, is something that is almost to much to bear.

Squirrel research
One of the best resources, friends and tools one can have in the war on squirrel terrorism is the Internet. Just the other night using search words Squirrel*Attic*Removal I Googled up 696 results and read many of these pages of helpful hints. Some more helpful than others. Most had the common first pointer, "remove trees and branches close to your home, these are pathways for squirrels to get into your attic". Well, Duh! Unfortunately my house is surrounded by trees and I'm not going to cut these down, remembering the first tip on Texas summertime gardening...plant trees around your house for shade.

I read pages on squirrel eating habits, squirrel mating habits, squirrel sleeping habits to the point that I now consider myself rather the expert on squirrels and their lifestyles. I did get some useful tips however. One supposedly effective method is to put cat or dog urine in your attic...squirrels don't like to live next to feline/canine urine. The problem there is that, I don't either, especially right above my bed which is where the squirrels live. I then came across a product from the Sunbeam Corp. that emits, "high piercing ultrasonic and audible level screeching sounds". This sounds good, squirrels don't like screeching sounds in their living quarters. But who am I kidding, I don't either, and I suspect the Big Gold Dog would take offense to unusual ultrasonic sounds all night.

But I think that I did make some headway, in the chemical warfare department. I found a product named "Scoot" that contains Napthalene, which apparently renders squirrels rather incoherent, scrambling there sensory ograns and making them search out fresh outdoor air. Sounds good, but you know it's really dark in the attic at night, and I can image squirrels running amok and crashing around up there. Here is a good example of squirrels running amok. What squirrels do when you are gone.

I'm at a crucial junction now. Squirrels have their young in February, and I'm sure there is nest building going on in my attic. The idea is to make the terrorist vacate the premises before she has her young. If I use chemical warfare after the young are in the nest, then the Mom will leave the young ones behind, causing more of a problem and making me feel the ruthless warlord. Yesterday, I thought that I had isolated the point of entry into the attic, so I placed cardboard over the hole above the storage shed that looked like the probable squirrel door. I hoped that if one were trapped inside they could force the cardboard out [emergency exit here..!] thus proving I had the entryway identified, or if they were outside they could not get back in. All was quiet while I went to sleep. Then....at 2 AM I heard the familiar sounds of squirrel claws scratch, scratch, scratching while I pondered weak and weary. And this morning the cardboard was undistubed. I have more work to do. But....

I will fight them in the attic, I will fight them in the gutters, I will fight them in the garden, so that if the Pancho Estate should last for 1000 years, men will still say, "This was his finest hour"!

Going Squirrely...
These are dangerous times we live in. The winds of war are sweeping towards Iraq, terror in our land is a real possiblity, computer viruses are rampant. Yet sometimes the real threat comes to our own backyard, our homes, our attics. The threat has come to me in the form of squirrels. I am living with terror in the attic. And the threat is pervasive.

Ten years ago in Midland, Texas squirrels did not exist, yet somehow these marauding menaces have now become a veritable plague upon our city. They are cunning, starting out in ones and twos, capturing your heart, making a pastoral scene, making us feel like a real cosmopolitan city. Then the numbers increase and they strike. First it was digging up potted plants, throwing dirt hither and yon. Then, advancing to the real damage, tearing up patio furniture and finally to the ultimate threat, inhabiting my attic.

I realized my predicament just the other night. I had heard noises occasionally, attributing these to squirrels in the rain gutters, foraging for pecans. But then, reality had me, I heard them distinctly above my bed. There are no gutters above my bed. It had to be the terrorists come to roost in my attic. They scamper, they scratch, their little claws making "clickity" noises. One started scratching on what seemed to be the very plaster above my bed, intent on dropping down on my head and cracking it like a nut.

I will state here that I love animals, sometimes more than most people, but the line is in the sand, the gauntlet has been dropped. This is a fight for my very survival!

State of the Union.....
My take on the Presidents address tonight, gives him generally high marks. There was the usual comments on the progress made in the last year, and the new proposals he will seek from Congress in the upcoming term. Touched on were the much needed reforms in healthcare, Medicade, and the need for reasonable prescriptions for low income citizens. The most notable healthcare issue being the reform of the indecent malpractice lawsuits and the insurance prices which ensue. Energy issues were touched upon, the most suprising of which was the announcement of large scale funding for fuel cell technology rsearch. I'm glad of this, even though I shouldn't be as it may put me out of business. But most probably I'll be long gone by the time this reaches the general market place.

The moment of truth and the high point of the evening was the discussion of the war on terrorism and of course, Iraq. In a grand moment Mr. President announced to the world that, "I will do everything necessary to protect the American people!" He seemed to be saying that the US was attacked on September 11th and we are not going to let that happen again. We will not let dictators proscribe how we live, and if you [France/Germany?] don't want to help, we don't need it. We are going to do what needs to be done to protect our country.......do with yours what you will.
Bully for you George!

And Justice prevails......
Just when I get the most morose about the way things go in the world, I come across an uplifting article to restore my faith in a Supreme Being who does dispense justice. This in today's newspaper from the Associated Press.

Winchester Va. [AP]
"A man trying to beat his dog to death with a gun, was fatally wounded when it apparently went off accidentally, police said. Raymond Poore Jr. , 43, called his wife at work thursday and told her that their dog had bitten him and he intended to kill the animal.

The wife came home about 6 p.m. and found her husband unconscious, with a number of dog bites and scratches. Emergency medical personnel discovered that Poore had been shot. He was pronounced dead at the scene. Police Capt. David Sobonya said Poore must have beaten the 30 lb. Shar-Pei with the gun that went off. He said that the stock of the weapon had broken and there appeared to be blood and dog hair on it. The dog is in the care of animal control officers and is expected to make a full recovery."

There seem to be some questions left unanswered. Chief among these are: How long had Poore been on welfare. Was his trailer home a single or double-wide. Did the Shar-Pei sleep underneath the plywood porch, or in the trash dump behind the trailer. And...how many junked cars were resting in the front yard.

Bleep this...!
And in more stirring news from the print media, I browsed the N.Y. Times story entitled, "Fewer Viewers object as unbleeped bleep words spread on network TeeVee". The gist of the story being that the FCC is getting fewer complaints from viewers about "nasty" words even as they proliferate on mainstream TeeVee.

My objective reasoning on this topic is simple. Fewer mainstream citizens above the age of 30 watch mainstream TeeVee. And the one reason for that is. IT IS MOSTLY bleep CRAP.
Thank you.

Nyet et Non!
This article gleaned by astute New Zealander NZ Pundit explains in depth the point I have been making about the European's hypocrisy in declaring "No Blood for Oil".

A sample

"Critics of possible U.S. military action against Iraq say its all about oil. They are partially right; they just got the "U.S. part" wrong. Its about Moscow and Paris wanting to protect their oil interests in Iraq. Its about billions of dollars for Russia and France as long as they look the other way while Saddam Hussein develops weapons of mass destruction, supports terrorism, and continues to be a destabilizing force in the Middle East".

Take this Fat Girl!!!
In the one case of legal good sense I can remember this century, a judge has tossed out the "hey you made me fat" McDonald's lawsuit. On the surface and to 99% of the population this was a no brainer. To the indolent and trial lawyers it is a travesty of justice. The indolent and trial lawyers can go to hell.

The indolent and apparently stupid Fat Girl's father, Mr. Fat Girl Sr. said and I quote, "I never saw anything in the Bronx restaurants that informed her of the food's ingredients. I always believed McDonald's was healthy for my children." Plaintiff's lawyer and financial advisor Mr. Sam Hirsch said, "The effects of its food on people's health were a very insipid, toxic kind of thing." Many believe his statement applies to trial lawyers, not fast food, which strangely is dependent on the buyer actually making the decision to purchase and consume it.

Fat Girl Sr. stated that, "a McMuffin for breakfast and a Big Mac meal for dinner was her regular diet." Fat Girl Sr. apparently did not feel responsible for his child's correct eating habits as he was probably out doing crack, ergo, the responsibility for his daughter's health fell to the uncaring amporphus corporate giant.

This ruling seems to be bad news for one Mr. Caesar Barber, a 272 lb. solid citizen, who sensing that the fat was in the fire, was suing not only McDonalds, but Wendy's, Kentucky Fried Chicken and Burger King. As a settlement the restaurants have offered Caesar coupons for Cheese Whopper's, Double Meat/Cheese Wendy's and a super sized order of drumsticks and thighs with mash potatoes and cream gravy.

Out of sight, out of mind...
I have been wondering why it is that certain segments of the population who are so vocal in registering outrage and protests over a posssible war with Iraq continue to ignore the facts in the case. Facts like Saddams warlike behavior towards his Arab neighbors, his use of chemical weapons on his enemies and on his own Kurdish populace, and in particular his persecution of Iraqis themselves.

In the late 90's when action was called for and delivered to the Serbians I don't remember much, if any, outcry from the same folks who now seem so visible, if not in numbers then in voice. What was the difference then that generated so little concern for "US Imperialism" in action. The fact is that Slobodan Milosevic was much less an international threat than Saddam Hussein and this occured in Europe, a problem for Europeans. The only answer that seems plausible to me is that the situation in Iraq is not on the TeeVee everyday as was the plight of the Muslims in Serbia. If you remember, as things got worse there, the coverage increased with almost daily images of the ethnic minority being burned out of their homes, refugees running before the tanks, mass murders beside the road.

But this certainly palls in comparison to the atrocities that Saddam has perpetrated in his region, and with the probable capacity to take this reign of terror on a much wider scale. It is a sad state of affairs these days that many people get all their information from TeeVee or selected reading on the Internet and due to Saddam being a very effective tyrannt, dictator and benovolent ruler, not much information escapes his vacuum. Certainly not graphic visual images, the ones that most effectively shape peoples opinions. The information on the barbarity of Saddams actions are there if one cares to read independent news journals and reported first hand accounts of Iraqis lucky enough to escape. I was surprised last evening to see ABC's Peter Jennings in Baghdad, trying to talk with ordinary Iraqis about how they felt concerning a possible US action. Ol' Pete, it seemed to me, was rather taken aback that no one seemed to want to say how they felt on an international new broadcast. Gee Pete, wonder why, could it have been that you had two "official Iraqi information officers" with you?

And later the History Channel had a very well done report on conditions in Iraq, which had quite graphic footage of the torture system sponsored by Saddam. But, I will bet big money, that very few of the protest crowd were watching. They were probably at some non reality based entertainment event, discussing the role "The Lord of the Rings" had in making them more informed citizens. The out of sight, out of mind theory also explains to me why the twits carry the "No Blood For Oil" banner so high. When you don't have any real information on a subject, make up something. And although because of "Big Oil" we all have cheap energy which allows us the excesses of life in the West, we just love to hate them. Blame the war on greed, oil and Imperialism, surely they really don't torture people in Iraq, we've never seen a picture of it.

No oil, No blood, No war..
As I was perusing the news on CNN online early this morning the main story was on the "war protesters" in Washington, accompanied by a photo of someone, probably a 23 year old English Major, holding a sign which read, "Stop the War, No Blood For Oil". Now having seen what the effects of war can do, I'm generally against it too. Except that sometimes it's necessary when dealing with maniacs and tyrannts bent on dealing mass death to their own citizens and more importantly.....me.

I have no doubts that there are people in the "anti" camp that are genuinely concerned for perfectly rational reasons. Like the destabilization of the Arab world that could come from a war with Iraq, or the thought of all the casualties that could result. Or the children...let's do it for the children. But that sign, which is typical these days, has got to go. First, there is no war at the present and at Saddam's whim, there might not be one. But the Blood for Oil thing. Please, if you can't think of another reason not to have a war with Iraq just go home, shut up and find another saying, that one is juvenile, childish, naive and just plain stupid.

For one thing you don't understand capitalism, we get all the oil we need and there's more where that came from and we get it the old fashioned way....we buy it. There are plenty of sellers. Secondly, if we wanted Iraqi oil that badly we could have had it at anytime in the last ten years. We just make one phone call to Mr. Compassionate, Saddam and say, "we forgive you for everything, it's OK that you kill your own people, we don't care, the sanctions are off, we just want to buy some oil." Saddam would sell us all we needed and at cheap prices, and we'd all be friends. Except for the families of the people he's murdered, which is probably half the population, because they're hoping we come on with the war. And what if Big Oil got involved in a more free Iraq in some way? Well possibly some of the Iraqi people might benefit instead of just Saddass's palace bankroll. If the sanctions had been lifted, Big American Oil could have had a field day. Iraq's oil fields are in shambles, they are desperate to produce more, the Exxon's and Chevrons would have been more than welcome. But we didn't lift the sanctions for good moral reasons. And now you think we're going to risk American lives to get oil that we could have had without a shot being fired?

So really, people, scratch the "No Blood for Oil" thing. Or if you have to have oil in your graphics, change it to "No Oil for Blood" and show it to the folks who live in the EU or PU or whatever, you know Europe, they get 40% of their oil from the Mid-East.

Technically speaking...
And here we have yet another ignoramus, this of the talking head variety. In a CNN report today one of their resident geniuses, Jamie McIntyre tells us that chemical weapons rockets found in an Iraqi bunker are not "technically" chemical rockets. Yes, these 122mm.rockets are specifically designed to hold chemical weapons and they are the same type as have been actually found holding chemical weapons in the past, but no..."technically" they are not chemical weapons as they don't presently hold chemicals.

This logic is something we can easily get a grip on. To wit: an Abrams Tank is not "technically" a killer weapons system. In reality it is 40 tons of metal sculpture. Only after it fires it's main gun disintegrating another amored vehicle, I suppose, does it actually become a tank. An M-16 is, for all purposes, an eight pound plastic stick, until you fire a 5.56 round thru someone's head...then it becomes a rifle. Using this theory we should allow violent felons to carry 9mm pistols. After all they're just paper weights until one loads ammo into one, and surely a violent felon wouldn't dream of obtaining actual ammunition and using it!

I should be surprised that Mr. McIntryre deems to think that anyone will take him seriously, unfortunately I'm not surprised at all. There are a plethora of ignorami who will believe quite readily that this in not "a smoking gun". After all these are just a few unloaded rockets and Saddam says he doesn't have chemicals to put in them. Why shouldn't we believe him? Until he actually uses them "technically" Saddam is Santa Claus.

The Ingoramus Factor
Warning:I generally refrain from profanity in my literature, but I reserve the right to use it here

Once again, for the third time in several years, our community is facing a multi-million dollar bond election for improvements to our school facilities. The past two tries at this have failed, the last probably because it was excessively ambitious and expensive. It would have renovated many 50 year old schools, built several new schools including a new high school to replace the 70 year old model, and provided many more classrooms and facilities. The upcoming election faces really the bare bones of keeping the school buildings operating, building a new elementary school where one is needed and adding more space for classrooms.

The outcome of the election is open for debate. There are three sides to this, two with legitimate arguments. The "Pro's" know we need more classrooms for our enlarged population, and know that 50 year old school buildings only last so long, especially when overcrowded. The "Con's" argue that although we need new facilities, this is not the package to do it with, or that too much money is being spent. I am a "Pro" but I can and do listen to the "Con" arguments, there should be two sides to any debate. And the third group, who will be the deciding factor in the election are the Ignoramuses or Ignorami.

Early voting is now underway and in order to gauge the community's attitude on this, our crack 6 o'clock TeeVee news team was outside the county voting office talking with the early voters. My first hint of what is to come went like this.

Talking Head: "Sir, Ma'am, may we ask how you voted?"
Mr. and Mrs. Ig Noramus: "Well, yup we voted NO!"
Head: "And may we ask, what were your reasons?"
Iggy: "You bet, we think that they shoulda' just taken better care of them school buildings".

My first thought, right off the top was, you ignorant son of a bitch. Do you still live in the same house you lived in 50 years ago? Did you ever have to pay for major repairs to your stinkin' shack, or add on to the shack. Do you still have the same car you had 50 years ago driving it without any repairs because you took such good care of it....you ignorant stinkin' son of a bitch. You probably live in a trailer park and throw your old trailer in the county dump when it's worn out and then go buy yourself a new one on credit. Ingoramus! And that was just my first thought. My second thought, on some reflection, is that sadly this election will be decided by the ignorant.

There have apparently always been ignorami in this world; read Mark Twain, he is a fount of 19th century ignorami identification. It's just that I've had so much higher hopes for the world in this age of communication, the internet and everybody has to go to college. But, I think, the Ignoramus Factor has indeed gotten worse, rather than better. What better example than our most well known people, who are unfortunately not world leaders but singers, movie and teevee people. Many are spouting off about the outrage of a possible war with Iraq, when I doubt that one year ago most could have pointed it out on a map. The winner of today's Igno Personality Award is to one Ms. Sheryl Crowe, who is against the war, because in her own words, "We shouldn't have enemies". Good reasoning Sheryl you Ignorant SLxx".

Memories...

In the 1960's Jim Hall and his Chaparral Racing cars dominated the worldwide road racing scene. His cars were technical innovations and works of art. Jim was the first to introduce effective aerodynamic devices to his cars, innovations that set the stage for modern designs that are still being used today. Innovations that changed the entire nature of auto racing. Chaparral Racing was, and is still based in Midland, Texas. The cars were in their prime when I was a teenager who had just learned how to drive, and Jim Hall was our idol. Young, smart, an international sports celebrity and owner, builder and driver of these amazing cars. Yesterday I had the unique opportunity to spend a good deal of time viewing the Chaparrals on a personal tour. It brought back some great memories

One of the early Chaparrals sported a very high, very large moveable wing and when it appeared on the scene it stunned the competition, not only for it's looks, but because it worked......increasing the downforce on the car and thus the speed thru the corners. Jim went on to design and build a whole series of Chapparal's each with it's own unique improvement, and along the way winning such races as Sebring and Nurburgring in Germany. The Chaparrals culminated in the Chaparral 2-J which was the first true "ground effects" car on the racing scene. The 2-J featured a box like vehicle, called by some "the flying brick", the shape being necessitated by the snowmobile engine, mounted on top of the powerplant that powered two rotary fans on the rear of the car. This device, combined with skirts along the perimeter of the car, sucked air from beneath the car creating a vacuum that held the vehicle to the track. This innovation was so effective that the SCCA banned the car after only four races.

Jim Hall and Chaparral Racing went on to enter the Indy Car circuit where they remained until the mid 1990's having great success and winning the Indy 500 in 1980 with Johnny Rutherford driving [yellow car above]. The cars are now stored in the original shops where they were built and tested, soon to be placed in a special museum display in Midland. I had the good fortune to meet Jim Edwards, a former Indy Car driver himself, who is in charge of maintaining and restoring the cars to their original running condition before being presented to the museum. Jim took the time to give me a personal tour and what a great time it was, hearing the inside stories about the cars, races and the man I had so admired so long ago. This visit would be like a football fan being able to spend the afternoon with the entire 1972 Dallas Cowboys Super Bowl Team, it's some significant sports history. Jim invited me back for more pictures, something I intend to do.

My favorite monopoly...
My love of the cable industry grows daily and I am thrilled to see that other consumer oriented groups are now joining me. Today the much admired Consumer Reports has blasted the cable companies in a strong statement involving the word, "lying". As in lying to the consumer about the nature of rate increases. In some instances rates in the last year have gone up 9% while the consumer price index has shown less than a 1% rate increase.

"Cable operators are blaming the rate increases on a number of things in an effort to hide the underlying cause -- the greed of the nation's most persistent monopolists in the midst of a costly and anti-consumer merger wave," the report said. Instead, the consumer groups said, "rate hikes are funding a series of mergers in the industry that are meant to increase the operators' monopoly power, eroding consumer choice and enabling the companies to keep raising rates."

The problem is that in most areas of the country, cable companies do have monopolies with only limited oversight by local governments who granted the company rights to operate in their areas. It will be interesting to watch the outcome as this struggle of oppression over consumers continues.

A graphic display......
Why I have never used the Google Image Search capability I can't say. Ignorance I suppose. But today my brother the rocket scientist [quite literally, he works for NASA] sent me an email explaining all the little nuances of the worlds best search engine. I forget all the nuances, but the Image Search is all I need. I'm a graphic kind of guy, do oodles of photography and like to photomorph famous heads on obscure bodies. So being able to find pictures of famous heads is important to me. This sure does the trick.

First I did a search for my friend, famous author, Joe Galloway . No problem, in 00.58 seconds it pulled up pages of Joe Galloway pictures....some even from my websites. Next I tried my name, Wallace, again many Walli, and even some of me. But the real winner was in my search for images of my better half, Julie. When I entered Julie I came up with the mother lode of all Julies worldwide. There were an estimated 8000 Julies portrayed somewhere on line. Blonde Julies, dark haired Julies, muscle babe Julies, dog Julies, horse Julies, Julies with and without sweethearts, business Julies, casual Julies. But I did notice that by and large, Julies tend to be well educated. Many of the graphic Julies were associated with dot.edu websites. There were also many fashion Julies. And maybe it was just my imagination but many seemed to be blonde also.

I have to say that I only got through approximately 1000 Julie thumbnail pictures before I became Julied out. I was looking for my Julie and I'll bet she's there. Maybe if you have time you can click this Julie and find her.

Well bowl me over....
Well Friday night was the grand finale of the 2002 college football bowl season. It was a game that is being touted as the "championship game of the century". Rather an easy call since the century is only three football seasons old. But for me, it was the finale to yet another season of "ruined" college football. Ruined by the profundity of bowls. I think there may have been 20+ bowls this year, highlighted again by the SomethingOrOther.com Boise Bowl. You know, the one with the electric blue football field. The one that will hurt your retinas if watched for more than five minutes. The one that always features powerhouse Boise State, whose players wear jerseys the same colors as the field so that it appears their opponents are playing a team made up of legs only.

It's also time for my annual letter to the President of the NCAA in which I outline my objections to the situation. Last year I actually received a nice reply from the President, in which reading between the official lines, I could tell he was none too happy either. My emails to them have always been sent with the utmost respect, merely pointing out that for educators and college presidents they are a bunch of pinheads. However it will be harder to contact them this year as I see that they have taken the email addresses off of their website, possibly because they are getting more opinions like mine, and because there is a new President this year........the old one having gone blind watching the Boise Bowl.

I don't want to appear to be completely negative, so I have also come up with a positive idea to improve the bowl picture this year. With 40+ teams going to bowls, realistically, most are just mediocre and the attendance at the games shows this. Who cares if a 6-6 team wins or not. What we need is more excitement. And I have a plan. I propose that we in Midland, Texas host the inaugural American Standard Plumbing Toilet Bowl to determine the nations worst team. Invite the country's two worst Division I teams to fight for their honor. The vast majority of Americans don't care if Boise State wins, or even exists, but we are a quantitative society, we keep score, we want to know who is the best.......and the worst. American's hate a loser but will pay out the nostrils to see someone humiliated. This is a win/win loser situation. Midland, Texas gets to showcase it's new mega-million dollar Burrito Grande Stadium, becoming known nationwide as the "City of Losers", the NCAA gets it's franchise fee enabling them to buy more "books" for the athletes, and football teams play all the harder during the year to avoid being invited. I am drafting up my proposal to the City Council now........

Waiting for Godot..
Last night as the football game was winding down I, being well rounded, turned the channel to PBS, the public broadcasting station. A program was in progress but I surmised it was a televised production of a play. A very strange play, but I was transfixed by the scenery, which was simply a road thru a small rock covered hill, with a lone tree in the background. Though obviously on a sound stage the rocks appeared to be real shale like stone, and the backdrop reminded me somewhat of New Mexico, with dry clouds disgorging virga.

Captured by the scenery I quickly perceived how very odd the play was. The dialogue was an almost childlike inane banter between two bums who were the chief protaginists. For some strange reason it came to me that this was Waiting for Godot by Sam Beckett, although I had never seen the play, nor even knew the story line. I was correct. The two tramps, Vladimir and Estragon are at this rocky place waiting for, you guessed it, Godot, a man they have never met, nor even know anything about. They play as counterpoints to each other, like an Everyman and his conscience. Not happy with each other, but not happy apart. They have trouble making the simplest of decisions, and when they do so cannot bring themselves to act upon the thought. The other characters are Pozzo and his servant, slave really, Lucky who probably represent the ruling class of the world and the workers. The fifth character, is a small boy who keeps appearing to tell the tramps that Godot will not come today, but surely will tomorrow.

Contrary to my days as a younger scholar when I would have changed the channel away from this insane drama, I stood with this, and surprised even myself by grasping what Beckett was saying. In the younger days, I would have thought this was nonsense and that Beckett was surely on drugs, or being Irish, more probably drunk. But no, the thought came to my mind, that this is existential, an existenial allegory. And one that probably holds more meaning today than when written. The tramps are waiting for someone, or something unknown to them to come and rescue them from the boredom of life, to give life meaning and most importantly to validate that they are even alive. How much of this do we see today! The lottery and films being the prime examples that come to mind. Instead of spending money on real things that could most assuredly be used to improve his life, today's Everyman chases things unknown and unattainable that offer a glimmer of hope, wishing for things not in reality that will make him someone, the ruling class and not the servant, make him feel like he is alive.......

As a postscript, I rather enjoy this new vein of scholarship and will most probably write again in the academic realm. Tomorrow come back as I delve into the deeper meanings Leave it to Beaver.

Media Wars......
Media wars have come to this small time West Texas market! Full page ad's are flying in the newspaper from both sides in the fray. The participants are the local ABC affiliate KMID, hereafter called the Yokels and the cable provider, Cox Communications, hereafter referred to as the Evil Monopoly.

The facts as deciphered from the newspaper ads are this. The Yokels have declared that the Evil Monopoly should have to pay them 25¢ for every cable subscriber, i.e. a charge for providing ABC to the cable lineup. The Evil Monopoly has declared that "no, we're the city designated cable monopoly, we won't pay a penny". The Evil Monopoly is threating to jerk the ABC cable connection if the Yokels persist. No Stupid Bowl.......no Oprah! These are the simple facts....obfuscated effectively by both sides in their print tirades.

I hereby declare myself neutral in this contest and so will be completely objective in the discussion here. And so I add these further facts as the plain unvarnished truth. Cox Communications, the Evil Monopoly, is probably the most hated business in town and would jack up their prices yet again, to sell kiddie porn if they thought they could get away with it. They are vile and disgusting examples of a quasi-utility gone unchecked.

When I first contracted for cable service, not more than 10 years ago, the price was a reasonable $20/month for mostly basic service which included just about every channel I cared to view. I now pay over $40/month. I can't think of a single service I pay for that has gone up 100% in ten years. Some have gone down. Every time the Evil Monopoly has jacked up their rates, $1 here, $1.95 there, they have made some pablum statement concerning their service to the viewer in bringing us yet another blockbuster channel such as The Lutheran Cooking Channel, The Malaysian Garment Channel, or The Shetland Pony Training Channel. Moreover, when I moved into a new house two years ago, after waiting 10 days [w/o the tube] for the "service representative" to find the time to come out, I was charged almost $100 to have my system turned on and "checked out". This "service" consisted of approximately 8 minutes of hard work which involved hooking up one wire in the box, and looking at the TeeVee. "Yup, it's on, your service is checked".

In the current full page ad, the Evil Monopoly asks that we call the KMID-TV yokels and tell them to cease and desist in their demand for a piece of the Cox Cable profit. Their logic is that the network TV channels have always been free over the airwaves, and should remain so.......thus coincidentally allowing them, The Evils, to make a profit with no cost. I'll be making a call all right. To my friends on the City Council. The subject of the call will involve using whatever municipal powers they have over the Evil Monopoly to jerk their corporate chains into providing reasonable service. And I hope that Darth Vader, or whomever is in charge of the Evil Monopoly, will come to realize that the entertainment media is more than oversaturated with TeeVee options, movies, DVD's, and the Internet. Their days of continually jacking up prices to bring us more fine entertainment like The Czechoslovakian Fishing Channel, are over!

Jump on this.....
The other day when Julie had given me the moral courage to go shopping, she had one request of her own. "Please can we go by Sam's Wholesale Club and pick up a trampoline....for little Jack". I agreed, not knowing that a trampoline in a box weighs approximately 300 lbs, is ungainly and would stick 3 feet out of the back of my sedan, even with the rear seats folded down and the box protruding into the back of my neck. My luxury sedan, has a feature that I love. The rear seats fold down allowing large objects to be loaded into the trunk and thenceforth into the passenger compartment, and thusly my neck.

Well things that come in boxes have to be assembled, and ones that say boldly, "Easy to Assemble, no tools necessary", strike fear into any man's heart on Christmas Eve. But today was the day, and Jack will be back at home the day after Christmas so we needed for Santa to have the stinkin' trampoline, in "ready to trample" condition by then. I had allotted two full days for the chore, brought my full tool complement and struck heartily into ripping the box open to find enough aluminum tubing to build a medium sized airplane. Along with several acres of matting, and 96 springs that Hercules would have trouble putting a stretch to.

But to make a long story short....I was mightily pleased to find that, with Julie's help, it really went together quite easily [two hours] and really didn't require tool one. The instructions weren't too hard to dicepher, in spite of the fact that from step 5 one went to step 7. I suppose they found that step 6 was entirely superfluous and so they don't print it anymore. But the most important thing was that Mama was happy, 'cause if Mama ain't happy......ain't no one happy. She even took the first "trample" on the trampoline....

Scrooge strikes......!!
If anyone out there is still wondering what to get me for Christmas, here's an idea. I really need a barf bag. With only three days remaining until Christmas I was beginning to get into the Yuletide spirit. Julie has helped me get almost to even on my Christmas shopping, I've invited the folks over for Christmas dinner, and I've even received my first gift, a beautiful leather desk chair for my office at home.....compliments of the same Christmas angel, Julie.

And then this morning I read this. CNN reports that with Al "let me be your pal" Gore out of the race, Democratic voters polled now favor Hillary Clinton as their choice to head their party's presidential ticket. I had to ask myself a simple question, "What the $%#^# are these morons thinking?" I am really dumbfounded and have little to report on this matter except that Hillary is disgusting. And a coniving witch of greater proportions than her husband the ScumBag was. And, to me, she's a whole lot scarier, because she's probably a whole lot smarter. Like many people, I think that she masterminded much of Billy Boys rise to power from behind the scenes. Of course, she says she will not be a candidate in 2004, but if you believe this, you also don't believe they serve fried Twinkies in Arkansas.

Why, oh why, would they release this poll just days before Christmas? How can one enjoy the Yule season with the thought of Hillary as the next president? Not that I'm against a woman in the Oval Office. I'm not. I just happen to think that when the time comes the woman elected ought to have morals, ethics, a sense of humor, be somewhat of a babe, and ought not to have redwood stumps for legs.

Powerless over Christmas....
One of the first things we learn when we are trying to overcome addictive substances or behaviors, is to delare that we do in fact have a problem and that we are powerless over that problem. Having recognized the problem, we then turn our troubles over to a "higher power" for help.

I hereby declare that, apparently, I have a problem functioning normally at Christmas. Not with the holiday idea, or getting in the mood, but rather with the simple act of choosing, purchasing, and sending gifts to my loved ones. It's not about the money, or worrying about the size/price of the gift....it's just simple brain lock-up over deciding to "get into action" and get something, anything done. This is the same feeling I had when I was paralyzed by alcohol many years ago. It's the idea that makes AA work. You can recognize the problem, have all the best intentions and want to change, but until you "get into action" you are making no progress.

For years, well maybe decades now, I have sworn to myself that come September, or maybe October I would start buying gifts for my relatives and actually get said gifts to said relatives by November. And here again I sit mere days from Christmas a total wreck, agonizing over what to get, how to get it there in a timely fashion, and with a general malaise that I am totally lacking as a Christmas person and a human being.

But...I am making progress. This year I have turned my Christmas will and life over to a higher power. JULIE. She has gotten me into some form of action, and where my actions are lacking, she has stepped in with actions of her own. She has already ordered and sent gifts for my out of town brother and sister, looked in catalogues for gifts for my nieces, loaded me in the car for a trip to the dreaded mall to get these gifts and to find one for my nephew. She has personally surpervised me while I wrapped some of the gifts, and knowing that I am not yet ready for this next big step, is at the post office this very moment mailing the gifts.

I'm feeling much better about myself now, and I have the luxury of having three [3] more whole days to finish shopping for the local folks on my list. I have so much time on my hands, that possibly I can relax now, and wait until Tuesday to finish. I love having a higher power, and a beautiful, kind and sexy one at that.

Hasta la vista Al....
It was completely unexpected last Sunday evening as I tried to catch a moment of "60 Minutes". There was Al Gore abdicating his throne as the Democratic Presidential Candidate. Al acted sincere, saying that he had talked it over with his family and just plain decided not to run..adding that he thought he could be of more service to his country in other ways. I think that all of maybe 3 people will believe this. Here's a guy who got 50% of the vote and would have sued the Pope to become President the last time around, and now he says, "what the heck, I think I'll be of more service elsewhere." It's obvious that the Democratic Party powers to be decided that Al was just not the man they needed this time. Perhaps the light has dawned that he forever will be linked with Billy Clinton and the old liberal wing of the party...and they want to change that image. Who knows.

Now I will be cruxified by certain people I know, and some readers, for saying this, but on a purely personal level I have always liked Al somehow. And at one time, before she bulked up, Tipper was kind of a hot babe, as far as hot babes go in the political world. Al is interested in some of the issues I am, like the environment and the Internet. Al wants clean water, air, coastlines and to preserve somethings in their natural state. So do I. Al invented the Internet, and I am a big user of the Internet. We would have things to chat about. And he has had the guts to make fun of himself in public, something that is lacking in most politicians of all persuasions.

Having said that, I'll tell you why, besides possibly being a nice guy outside of politics, Al is still a political schmuck. In his short interview on 60 Minutes Sunday, the one political point of negativity he made about our beloved President Dubya Bush was this: "Bush is using the threat of war with Iraq as a means of deflecting the attention of the American people from the real number one problem today, his [Bush's] inability to fix our downtrodden economy".

Oh Al paaleeease! Thank God you are not President and will not run again. I will state here for the record that under the US system of government, the President really has nothing to do with the economy in the short term....as in the four years he's in office. The last [and perhaps only] President who had real power over the economy was FDR, and only because he had the government virtually take over the economy lock, stock, and bank. Policies that the President may initiate take years to effect change in the economy. In case Al hasn't been much of a reader on economics...businesses and therefore the economy runs in cycles of their own making based on an infinite number of variables. We are currently in a down cycle..get used to it and run up your credit card debt. And would I want a President who thinks that the soft economy is a bigger problem than the war on terrorism? Thank you hanging chads, no!!

And to actually and publically comment that a US President is drumming up a war, with all it's hell, just so the American people will forget about a bad economy [and really not all that bad, if you tally up SUV and home sales] is at best naive and more probably inexcusable. Al might be a good guy to go fishing with for a day, but I'm afraid his brain has been corrupted by his mentor and king of sleazy politics, Billy Boy Clinton. Go fishing Al.

On Ye Bulldogs...
My high school, the Midland High, "Fightin' Bulldogs", have had the longest non-playoff drought in the large school division of high school football in the State of Texas. 51 years. That's 51 years of not being quite good enough to be playing after the regular season. We've had some good teams mind you....just not quite good enough. Our cross town rivals the Lee Rebels have gone to the playoff's almost every year for decades and have the distinction of being the only HS to win the State Championship three years in a row. And this was recently. In our district this year, two of the teams were ranked in the state top 10 all season.

Well after 51 years the Fightin' Bulldogs finally got a playoff spot this year. Most of us thought that if they won one post season game, that would be great and we would all be proud and call it a great season. No one, I suppose, except the players, thought that they would be playing in the State Championship. But that is exactly what happened today. And I'm drained! Their opponents from San Antonio, Converse Judson, are a periennial playoff favorite and have won 5 state championships.

Oh, what a hell of a game. I think it has to be ranked right up there among the top championship games ever played, a sentiment echoed elsewhere. In Texas the game is televised statewide, so we got to see every play. MHS went up easily and early 13-0. Then Judson game back strong to take the lead 24-13. But MHS has always been a second half team and they came back late in the 4th quarter to trail only 27-25. But with only 55 seconds left, we had to expect a miracle......and the miracle came in a long pass and a TD to Zach Sledge, who lives down the street from me. Midland leading 32-25 with 17 seconds on the clock. Dare we hope?

We had endured emotional agony in the 4th quarter to get to this final 17 seconds. But more was to come. Judson threw a bomb of their own and scored the final points......I don't know when I've been this drained. Losing by one point in the final seconds is a gut wrenching experience. But what, other than winning, is the alternative? To lose by a wide margin, and have people say that you shouldn't have been there in the first place. No, this game could have gone either way, been won by either team. But it was one hell of a year for these kids who were not supposed to be in the playoffs at all. Someday soon I hope that they will realize this.

Final score:
Converse Judson: 33
Midland High: 32

Blow it out your #$*^@#....
The more I think about the failure of the posterior regions of my pants yesterday, the more mortified I get. No, and not about having 68% of my butt showing to the viewing public. Actually I rather get a charge out of that, and I have been told that I still have nice posterior features. No, I'm mortified, as in angry, that one can pay $20 for a pair of slacks and have them last only 10 or so wearings. I hadn't even had time to send them to the cleaners so that they could have a shot at ruining them. And, I had not damaged the pants, this was just a complete cloth failure.

I took the photo above to send to my insurance carrier to try and recover some of the cost of the slacks. Of course, I "fudged" a little in my description. To wit: "these slacks are Armani de la Gucci custom made slacks of the finest virgin lambs wool..etc" but I think that this is very close to the truth. That they are actually "Greg Peters, on sale at Steinmart, last years model and made of genuine petrochemical polymers." You know insurance companies, I asked for $895 so I could collect $18.95. Before doing so I reviewed my homeowners insurance policy, and although I didn't see anything about "catastrophic posterior pants failure", I do have extra coverage for my art collection and I think that Armani de la Gucci slacks of genuine virgin lambswool would classify as works of art. If, however, they bounce that one back, my next submission would be that slacks made of petrochemical polymers would classify as "yard equipment". I will leave no stone unturned in being reimbursed.

And while I'm thinking about it, I'm gonna' sue that Greg Peters character. My delicate nature has been damaged, not to mention my good name. I've been having bad dreams about slovenly attire and nakedness. How would you feel walking around in public 68% butt naked? Mortified I bet. Me too. Now if I can only find the scoundrel. I wonder how many Greg Peters there are in China? Well his factory is probably located next to their source of textile supply, a petrochemical plant..that should make it easier.

Addendum:
In attempt to find Mr. Greg Peters, I conducted an exhaustive Google Search coming up with this incriminating evidence linking Peters to insurance fraud, nakedness and another sales scam he is involved with.

---Suspect Device | Greg Peters
... myself, burn all the evidence, and just smile and shuffle my feet if I happen to
pass my insurance agent as I'm going into the dollar store to buy baby clothes

---Virtuality (2 of 2)
... Greg Peters. You know him, the guy from psychology class?" asked Elisa. "Of course" she said nodding. Elisa pulled off her clothes down to her latex underwear.

---Classifieds
... January 27th, Monday. Greg Peters, Auctioneer/Owner. ... Computer table, welders, iron
sawhorses, candy machine, dishwasher, antiques, collectables, clothes, misc.

The butt of a joke...
This is an Official Consumer Warning© to the male readers in the audience. DO NOT buy Greg Peters brand slacks. This is warning based on actual experience, and the experience I had today is that the butt-end of the things will smooth disintegrate on ya'. I had liked these slacks and had in fact only had them for no more than a month when the ass end of the things went south on me.

As I walked out of our office building, Lupe our maintenance supervisor was walking behind me as were several female office workers. Lupe, being a man of discretion, waited until the ladies were within ear range, and then with much tact said, "are you going home now?" I replied that "yes, I was". "Good", he said, "'cause you ain't got no butt in those pants". And you know he was right. Although "no butt" was not entirely correct. I had about 32% butt left. However the other 68% was just plain gone....vanished to wherever cloth goes when it's not there anymore.

The slacks were made in China, so I suppose I'm not to surprised at the vanishing cloth. I've always heard that the Chinese don't mind going around bare assed. And it's not as bad as it could have been. I could have been in a meeting with my friends and partners who are a very loving and caring lot, who would have said that they understood, but then would have never let me forget this. And I'm glad I wore underwear today...! It's one of those times that you hear your Mother's voice telling you about the reasons for having clean underwear on.

Minutia...
I'm only stating fact here, not complaining. I hate the minutia of life. The little things that one must do every day just to keep one's head above water. Things like updating insurance policies, going to the bank and going to the city zoning office to check on the new construction monstrosity the neighbors are planning. OK, so that's not an every day event, but it's typical, and one I actually had to do today. Much of my minutia is received by mail, from people I don't know who don't care if they are creating work for me or not.

Like the zoning letter. The city announces by mail that the neighbors want to defy the current zoning ordinance and build something. I'm not told in the letter what it is. It could be a nuclear waste facility, a Haitian refugee center or a home for thousands of wayward cats. I envision the worst. So, I have to trundle down to the zoning office, wasting my valuable time, to review plans for the cat motel or whatever. It turns out to be a new two story garage on the East side of their property which fortunately I cannot see from my rear windows so it's my next door neighbors problem. I dodged another one, although I may go to the zoning meeting and complain, just for leverage in having these neighbors remove some offensive lighting. More time wasted.

Or take the insurance update as another example of minutia. The mega-conglomerate who holds the note on my car writes desiring that I waste my time and send them copies of my insurance forms telling them that if I totally wreck the vehicle they get all the money from my insurance. Fair enough, but it took me 45 minutes of down time to accomplish this. And it would have been more if my insurance carrier USAA [advertisement..hope they see this and lower my rates] wasn't so efficient and helped my relatively quickly. OK, 10 minutes of downtime. The rest of the time was spent telling the agent about our* trip to Fredericksburg and the movie We Were Soldiers and I sent her some pictures as she said she loved the movie. But this is still time I am pulled away from important oil and energy business matters, whatever those are.

These are just two examples of minutia, and I am not even mentioning going to the store for food, buying gasoline and other of life's time wasters. After I make my 2nd or 3rd million, I'm going to hire a minutia assistant so I can concentrate on the important things in life...like sitting in a chair and thinking.

* By our, I mean Julie and me. I would like to mention Julie, who says that she is not getting enough mention in this column. I love Julie, she is the most beautiful woman I know, and she is far too kind to me. And she loves my dog. And she helps me with minutia. Like tonight, she's going to help me wrap the thousands of pennies, nickles and dimes that I have. Please don't tell her this, as she doesn't know it yet and I want it to be a wonderful surprise.

Pearl Harbor Day...
We journeyed to Fredericksburg on Friday to meet with my good friend Joe Galloway who was the featured speaker at the Admiral Nimitz Museum. He was speaking at the Pearl Harbor Day Memorial there. What a great time, such a good time in fact, that we ditched our plans to stay only one evening in favor of an all weekend affair. You can read the details in the Sunday entry of my travel partners website The Yellow Bug News. I hadn't seen Joe since March at the movie premier of We Were Soldiers but this time we really had some time together to catch up, relax, eat and tell stories. And Julie got to meet the fabled, "Famous Author".

Joe's remarks in front of the large crowd, including many Pearl Harbor survivors, were to the point. We owe the WWII generation so much, we owe them almost everything that America is today. And we need to show that honor, so many are leaving us every day. Joe told us what it was like to be a kid in the war years with almost every single male family member being gone to some strange spot on the globe. Not knowing whether they were alive or dead on a daily basis. And he reminded us of what they accomplished when they came back...mostly without much talk about what they had done while the were gone. Unlike today when every little deed qualifies one for hero status. These men and women, knew that they had done a job that needed to be done for our freedom. They came home, and went about doing the next job, building the America that we know today.

My dad was like that. Gone for three years of hell and heartbreak, and then not talking much about it for the next 50 years. Only in the past several years has he filled in some of the details of his life in combat in Italy. The agony of seeing his one and only good friend killed the very first day in combat, and of the misery of fighting in freezing weather in the Italian Alps with German artillery falling through the trees for days. We need to remember these people and to thank them. We need to remember that they went through some very hard times and made America better for it.

Civilization....partially redeemed
After yesterday's sermonette concerning the state of service today, and lest the readership think that I am some old passé naysayer, negative, misanthropic and living in the past, let me state this. You're right, I am. But let me also outline some things that are good about the modern age and some things that, thanks to computers and new ways of service, do make life more convenient.

Fresh in my mind is Amazon.Com. They've never disappointed me. They send out emails telling me my order is received. Emails telling me my order has been shipped, and emails asking me if I got the order. We are going to Fredericksburg Texas this weekend to see my friend, author Joe Galloway and Julie didn't have a hardbound copy of his book, We Were Soldiers, for he and others to sign. Well, no problem, get on Amazon Monday afternoon, order the book, pay a little something extra for fast shipment and guess what happens. Amazon tells me within three minutes that they have the order, they tell me Tuesday that they've shipped it and Amazon gets it to me safe and sound at noon today. This is one reason they are a Dot.Com that has survived. The other two that come to mind are Ebay.com [though I've never used them] and PayPal.com [I use them a lot]. They provide a useful convenient service, are accesible, and they do what they say they will...and they keep you informed.

Now to my much maligned bank. Their personal service still eats bad things, but I have to give credit [or rather debit] where credit [debit] is due to certain aspects of modern convenience that they handle very well. Because of the "debit" card, I have no use for "credit" cards..don't own one. With the debit card I can pay for anything anywhere in the country, and because of the computer age I can keep track of all outgo/income to the account on the computer. This is very good for me...an MBA who never got in the practice of recording his checks in the checkbook, and God forbid ever balanced it. With the computer and debit card, I can anytime, anywhere check to see how much is sitting on the bottom line.

And even though I fix my telephone equipment with a leaf blower, I am a person hooked to life by computers. I have met some very good friends through websites and email, Joe Galloway, one of my great personal friends being one of them. I keep up with old friends thru email and almost instantaneous photos of our goings on. I have two websites on which I've made some money selling maps and photos and the oil business is a natural for sending or acquiring data via the Internet.

So now, I'm off to the chic Targét store to exchange some jeans. Perhaps the teenagers there will be thrilled to see me, call me by my first name, and flutter around me waiting to answer my every question. And then perhaps when I get home, there will be a very apologetic email from the young saps in Santa Fe, begging my forgiveness for not being more intune with my Bed and Breakfast needs. These would be nice, but frankly between you and me, I'm not counting on it.

Phone repairs and the decline of civilizaton....
The first bit of good news is that I have, alone and without the assistance of the phone company, repaired my phone system. I did this with a 120 mph Black&Decker yard leaf blower. Balderdash you say. No, just good use of my native logic and American genius. Correctly reasoning that excessive moisture had caused a short in the outside line somewhere, I meticulously searched for water on the line. I found it under the patio, where water had been leaking all day. Thus the use of the Black&Decker 120 mph leaf blower which quickly dried the offending area. Within minutes of my second application of 120 mph. air I picked up the receiver and surprised even myself to find a dial tone. And I'm glad to see that 100's of fans read my previous post and did not call. But come to think of it, no one ever calls anyway.

Now to the decline of civilization as we know it, or more specifically customer service in that civilization. If you are over 40 you will know what I'm talking about, those under 40 probably think service is just fine these days. This topic entered my thoughts after calling SW Bell TelCo yesterday during the phone crisis. After enduring the call to the Haitian phone tree several times and talking to computers and disinterested Haitians, I reflected back on how the old SW Bell used to be. Looking back, it was wonderful. Number one, they had a big local office, staffed by actual English speaking people [choice #1 on the phone tree]. They also had a actual phone number in the yellow pages, to get to the English speaker. All one had to do, was dial the local number, tell Agnes what the problem was and she would have someone out within hours. If you had to wait for a moment while Agnes located LeRoy the repairman, you could talk to her about how well the high school football team is doing.
No more.

We recently visited Santa Fe and stayed at a B&B where I have loyally stayed the last several trips. The previous owner was a more mature woman, i.e. slightly older than me. But the B&B has recently been purchased by a "young" couple, who I found out went to the same small university I did. Since the owners were away during our visit, I left my name and email address along with a nice note with "what a coincidence we both went to Trinity U". When I got home I sent them an email about our pleasant stay and included some pictures taken at the inn. Well, do you think I've heard a word from these young saps. NoSireeBob. Not a word. Don't these ignorazzi know that although they own a B&B, they are really in the service business, the people business. Apparently not. I suppose they think that they have the finest B&B in Santa Fe and people flock to them for that reason. Well it's not the finest and there are 100's of places to stay in Santa Fe. The former owner used to stay in touch, send specials by email and just generally making you think she liked you and wanted you to come back. Which is the reason I did. I don't know now.

The list of the sorry excuses for customer care in the new service ethic is inexhausable. Neither my phone, electric, nor gas companies have local offices anymore and it takes forever to talk to a real person in Dallas or Haiti, if you can at all. I opened an account at Bank One years ago based on their personal service record [they actually used to advertise this]. Now there is one actual human teller at the bank and every week I get flyers in the mail advertising computerized banking and bill paying....at $5 a transaction. Screw you multi-national conglomerate, I'm getting ready to move my account to a local State Bank where I know an actual person. Probably the worst offenders are the retail establishments that utilize mostly very young workers. Used because they can run much faster to get away from you if you need to ask a question.

Now I am not against young workers, computerized systems where they speed up transactions or any other form of modern improvement. Improvement being the operative word. Apathy in service towards the paying customer is not an improvement. The first saying I heard as a young Army officer was, "take care of your troops". Well the paying customers are industry's troops, and they're not being taken care of. Could be why so many businesses fail these days. Especially the Dot.Com's run by smarmy 20 year olds who stangely know more than people who have been around twice as long as they.
Again, if you are over 40 you know what I'm talking about, if you are under 40 you should have been there.

The case of the bad electricity...
If you try and send any urgent and important information via email tonight, thanks, but I won't get it. It's been raining for 20 hours and this has apparently knocked my phone service out. No phone=no dial-up modem=no Internet. I called SW Bell this morning at some 800 number phone tree in Haiti or somewhere close. There they give you a state of the art computerized automated systems analysis [TelcoSysAn] of your phone status, which in this case generated the very helpful...."an equipment problem..good bye". So I called back on the phone tree and punched #1 to get an English speaking human. Had I punched #2 I would have gotten a Spanish speaking human. Having tried to use the phone in Mexico once, I have a hunch that English speakers know more about phone electricity than Spanish speakers. I related the problem and told her I thought it had to do with the rain. She say's no she thought that I had some bad electricity or something.

I have been chided already [see below] for believing this, but we have had electrical problems in the neighborhood, with service lapses several times a month so with the hope of the naive, I wanted to believe it was so. But to continue, when you have bad electricity apparently the proceedure is to go home and unplug all phones and the computer....to let them rest and get the bad electricity out. Which is what I did at lunch. You will not be surprised to learn that this did absolutely nothing except create a lot of unplugging and replugging for me. Not to mention the fact that I was very worried about the environmental impact. Just where does all this bad electricity go when it escapes from communication equipment?

So back to the office I went where I waded thru the whole stinkin' phone tree procedure again....finally talk to another humanoid, explaining that I got the bad electricity out...and the service was still a NO GO. "Oh" she says, "it's probably the rain, we'll have someone out...tomorrow, at the exact time of between 8 AM and 5 PM..so stand by". And so I wasted a whole half day today and a half whole day tomorrow on some bogus bad electricity theory!! But hey, it could have been true, those people in Haiti know alot about electricity....and Voodoo.

Can you hear me now?

Here is the comment on the bad electricity theory by best selling author Joe Galloway, in which, with metaphorical literary skill, he alludes to the fact that I might be a moron:

"....Bad electricity?? Unplug all yer equipment and let it rest????? Next thing they will be tellin ya to put your phone handset in the wastebasket cause they are about to blow out the line and you doan want all that dust in yore house. We usta pull that one on old ladies. ......."

Old Friends......
Old friends, Bruce and Arlene Crandall are in town for the weekend. Actually, they are "new" old friends. I met Bruce two years ago when he came out to help with a seminar I put together on the Vietnam War. He was introduced to me by my good friend Joe Galloway who wrote We Were Soldiers Once, and Young, which became the film We Were Soldiers. Bruce and Arlene now stop in several times a year on their RV ramblings across America.

Bruce is one of the leading characters in the real life action in Vietnam in 1965 on which the book and the movie are based. Bruce was portrayed by Greg Kinnear in the film. His actions are one of the reasons that the 1/7th Cavalry survived those three hellish days in November '65. When no one else would fly, he and his good friend Ed Freeman volunteered to fly their helicopters into an intensely hostile landing zone to deliver ammunition, food, and water to the trapped soldiers. And to fly the dead and wounded out. Ed Freeman later received the Congressional Medal of Honor for his actions.....he was recommended by his commanding officer, Bruce. Joe Galloway's father-in-law, Capt. Tom Metsker, was killed on Bruce's helicopter as he was helping the wounded on. Bruce watched a North Vietnamese soldier shoot his co-pilot thru the neck. He had to abandon several Huey's that were shot up too badly to fly another trip. Bruce went on to fly 900+ missions in two tours in Vietnam and is one of only seven modern army aviators to be inducted into The Eagle Flight, the aviaton Hall of Fame.

I've heard all these stories first hand from Bruce, but like most veteran's....after we tell our stories we move on to life today. We talk about what his kids are doing, baseball, football......how we're going to fix his RV which seems to get banged up everytime he visits us. This trip Bruce and Arlene got to know Julie, Jack and Amanda and Bruce took to son Jack immediately, they are both sports fans. And we look at Arlene's Hollywood photos. Bruce was the aviation consultant on the film, and Arlene was the only person allowed to take photographs during production. She has hundreds with Mel Gibson, producer Randy Wallace, Sam Elliott, Barry Pepper, Madeleine Stowe, and of the filming. And copies of the scripts, photos of the costumes, and the sets along with notes from the actors and behind the screen staff. It's a real treat and one that my friends and neighbors like to come over and enjoy.

But mostly we, Bruce and Arlene, Julie, Jack and I, just like to "hang around" together. With the assembled group last evening, I asked if anyone wanted to watch clips from We Were Soldiers on DVD. Bruce was the first to speak up, "No thanks, I've seen it".

Here's to The Band of Brothers.

It Snot Right
First, in the spirit of the holiday, Thanksgiving, let me state that it was a very good day spent with family and dog. A visit to my folks with Julie, and then dinner with Julie's folks, her kids and her brother and sister-in-law. Very pleasant and low keyed, the way I prefer. And I am one for giving thanks, or more as I term it "an attitude of gratitude" for all that I am privelaged to have and enjoy. I truly try and practice this every day, for I have for more in my life than I deserve.

And I have gratitude that one day soon I will feel better. Future gratitude for things to come if you will, for I have felt lousy for the last several days thanks to the Common Cold. Uncommon for me, however, and I have to admit I'm a weinie about colds because I have them so rarely. I would rather be really sick, with gut wrenching puking and bedridden with nausea than to have a cold like this one. With gut wrenching puking, at least it's over for awhile until the next attack. This cold is unrelenting. My nose is 95% ineffective in sucking in air, and thanks be to God that he gave us an alternative for obtaining air with our mouths or else I would be suffocated and dead. It has given me panic attacks as it reminds me of the time I almost drowned...not a good experience.

I've had so much "snot" [scientific name: mucouso malignantitis] that when I blow it all out in a gigantic glob, within 3 minutes, tops, my nose is completely full of it again. This is not a pretty picture I grant you, but it is true, and is added, hopefully, to generate some sympathy for my plight. I do feel that it is breaking slightly, as I have moments now when my nose is approximately 45% effective in sucking in air, and Julie has given me Mentholatum, which eases the snot factor. So if I wake up suffocated it's not her fault.

The Visit..
The Dulin family from Richmond, Texas is visiting for the holidays...more later.
It is now later...or later now, whatever. After meeting Julie's brother Don at my office [computer talk], he and his lovely bride Leslie, Julie and I went to lunch at Julie's absolutely most favorite cafe, Johnny's Bar-b-Que. Julie's most encouraging comment about Johnny's is.....I hate it, it's disgusting, they drop cigarette ashes in the food!!. Well what do you want, "clean food", it's a West Texas Bar-b-que joint for gosh sakes. It's not the best in the world, but it is an institution in our town, having been in operation since the 1950's and many of the patron's there are one's who were there when I first graced it's doors in 19 and 61. But that's part of the charm....seeing old geezers whom you've known for 40+ years, since when they were young geezers. But the smoke was not too bad, and we had a lovely time.
PS: Interesting advantage of downloading Explorer 6.1: my old browser, with unending regularity used to "freeze" and give me an alert pop up warning KERNEL 32 ERROR with an annoying BOING sound. Fine, except that when you'd hit the "close" button, it would BOING again, hit it BOING, BOING, but do nothing. To get rid of the ERROR pop up, the computer would have to be restarted.
Well I just had the KERNEL 32 ERROR once again.....and lo and behold when I hit the "close" button....well it closed. Whoopee.

Exploring......6.1
Well I finally got around to downloading Explorer 6.1 today. I'd been meaning to do it for a long time.....mainly because I like the colored scroll bars it allows. I have it on my office machine, and have been designing for it in my web work almost since I started using CSS. I have been delaying it on the home machine because I feared the long download time on a dialup modem. But, like most things in life, the dread didn't live up to the reality. It only took 45 minutes or so, and installed easily. Perhaps because I did the custom download, instead of the full install. Of course, I'm missing things like the Vietnamese and Korean language capabililties, but I did get VBS scripting and a new Media Player.
Excuse me while I go and check on some new color scroll bar possibilities......

Me and..Me

They say it's your Birthday....
In all modesty, I announce that it is my birthday today. Modestly because I wouldn't have made it this far without the help and love of many people...too many to recite here. But you know who you are.....and I am grateful for your assistance. The picture above is me today....and me some &*^@#$ years ago, when I was one. The photos new and old were merged, the common point being the chair, which my family had then, and sits in my dining room still today.

Seems like yesterday....
It was 39 years ago today, but I still recall it like it happened yesterday. I was in Coach Nixon's home room class, ninth grade, Midland High School. Bonnie Craddick, as she did for four years, was sitting in front of me in the row next to the wall. The old loud speaker came on with the special announcement.....President Kennedy had been shot in Dallas and was dead. Eveyone was silent, too silent. How, at 13 years of age do you react to this news. We didn't know, nor did the teachers. We went on for another half hour in this neverland of silence with some small talk, till school was dismissed for the day. It was the 22nd of November, which happened to be the day before my birthday. I will always relate the two for the rest of my life.

It was start of my teen years, and the end of my real innocence about life. I remember it was the time that Yo-Yo's were the "fad". I spent my birthday with my best friend, Ronnie [now Ron] Hunt, who by coincidence was born several hours apart from me. I remember he and I spent some time with our new birthday Duncan Yo-Yo's, but mostly I remember watching events, and the funeral, unfold on our old black and white TV. Days of it, wondering just how and why these things could happen. What a birthday.

Home again....
It was sad to leave Santa Fe, it being one of the best places on earth to be. It must do my karma well being there. From the golden light, to the smell of piñon pine smoke in the air, to the feeling of just being somewhere where people appreciate the finer things in life...like piñon smoke and golden light. And oh yes, the art. Santa Fe is truly one of the art capitals of the world. Not so much in museums [though there are those], but rather in just plain art for sale. There are 100's if not in the 1000's of art galleries and shops. And I dare say more photo galleries per capita than any other city. Great photos too. Ansel Adams, Steiglitz, Weston, Curtiss to name a few.

We had a great time, highlighted by our train trip from Santa Fe to Lamy, a nice leisurely jaunt riding in our choice of a 1950's Domeliner, a 1928 mahogany encased coach, or my personnal favorite, the flatcar. It was a might cool riding outside in 40° weather but worth every minute to get some great photos of my own.

But it is good to get back home, especially to see the Big Gold Dog. I have to be honest, the Dog is one reason I don't travel more. It's easier to leave a child at home than a Dog. Children understand that you'll be back, Dog's don't have that concept. And the Dog is more than grateful to be back in his familiar surroundings. So glad that he is back to sleeping in the bed, something that he hasn't done for a year.
A glimpse of the trip can be viewed at: The Santa Fe trip.

Hey from Santa Fe
This is being written from the exclusive Kinko's in Santa Fe. Having a great time, just got back from an exciting trainride to Lamy NM, and tonite dinner at the Pink Adobe. Wish you were here. Well, no I don't.

Missing Persons.....
The management and staff of Streams will be on a corporate retreat in Santa Fe, New Mexico from Nov. 15-17th. Please talk among yourselves while we are away.

Tranquility....
Well there certainly is much to be spleenful and angrily vociferous about in the world. After all it's occupied by a great big boat load full of too many morons and idiots. But I really couldn't pick one particular topic to be angrily vociferous about today so I decided to do a Seinfeld blog and write about really nothing. Except tranquility. I read too many BLogs on the web, half of them are really good, because they agree with my viewpoints. The other half are written by lame-brained half wits, no actually more like quarter wit dumbwads....these don't agree with my viewpoint.
I get really upset with these, putting me in a bad mood. I don't want to be in a bad mood, so I'm going to lay off them for awhile and meditate.

OOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMM
OOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMM

There I feel better. So now I can think better thoughts. Today is my good friend, Famous Author, Joe Galloway's birthday. After winding down from the big yearlong We Were Soldiers movie experience, Joe was looking for something meaningful to do, but not looking too hard. Like so often when we're not looking for anything, too hard, something finds us. Joe is now heading up the "in case of war" news desk for Knight-Ridder Newspapers. Right up his War Correspondant alley. And he doesn't have to actually go this time. Which is good, because his wife told him that if he went to another war, if the bad guys didn't kill him......she would.

Joe is heading down next week to interview our hometown Midland, Texas boy, Gen. Tommy Franks. Then in December he's going to South America with one of my other best long time friends Gen. Tom Hill, who commands all forces in that hemisphere. I wish I were going. Life is full of coincidence and this is one of them. I know Joe and Tom from completely different times in my life, then they meet n Iraq in 1991 and become friendly and find out from each other that they both know me. So how come I'm not invited to South America? Oh well, I'm going to Santa Fe with a young blonde babe Friday, and they're not. It equals out.....I'm tranquil.

Veteran's Day
Didn't I make you proud,
go and lay my life down,
when they called my name.

I thought I stood for something,
thought I was doing the right thing,
when I went away.

Why do folks sit in judgement,
when they ain't seen the things I've seen,
ain't done the things I've done.

Didn't I burn,
didn't I bleed enough for you,
I faced your fears, I felt your pain,
so you wouldn't have to,
Didn't I do my best

-Montgomery Gentry-
-We Were Soldiers-

Veteran's Day is, unfortunately for many, just another chance to get a day off from work. It shouldn't be. If you are thankful for your freedom thank a Veteran. Whether the Vet saw combat or not, he gave up part of his life so that we can live in freedom. He stood tall to protect all the things that we hold dear. I have been blessed to know Veteran's stretching from World War I to the new War on Terrorism. I served with soldiers in the Vietnam era, they are still among my closest friends. They are America's best.

I attend occasional reunions of Army Veteran's, including the reunion of the survivors of one of the most vicious battles in American history, the Ia Drang in Vietnam, upon which the recent film We Were Soldiers was based. Mainly just ordinary guys who performed extraordinary deeds. As would be expected there is some "war talk" about how tough it was and, of course, about the friends lost. But, frankly, much of the conversation is about families, jobs, and how good life is today, which is the way it should be....that's what we were fighting and giving our lives for. Whenever he meets a Veteran, a man who I am proud to call a friend, General Hal Moore who was played by Mel Gibson in the film, always has one thing he say's without fail. "Thank you for your service". A good idea for all Americans. Freedom is not free!

You might like to watch this Tribute to our service personnel.

The Sick O'Clock News..
As age, gravity, and abuse take it's toll on my mortal body, I'm forced to think more about the healthcare mess in the US of A. It's hard to avoid if you watch the evening news with Walter Cronkite. Er, well that dates me.....I guess it's Peter Jennings now. Each evening there is a piece on healthcare, usually involving the increasing cost thereof. It is a mess. My parents are requiring a few more medications these days, for various ills, which they can afford but, while at the pharmacy yesterday my Mother reported that the bill for the lady ahead of her came to a staggering $1500. For one month's worth of prescriptions. And that the lady looked like she could barely afford to buy a new pair of socks, much less pay this sum.
The real dichotomy of the evening news, the lunacy, if you have noticed, is that the evening news is brought to you almost entirely by the drug industry.
Peter Jennings: "it's shocking to most Americans, the cost of prescription drugs! While a recent report by Cornell University says Americans visit doctors far too often and take many medications they don't need. And when we come back...prices are going higher and Doctors are quitting."
TeeVee Ad: "Have you heard about the Purple Pill?"
I'm going to need medication if I hear anymore about the Purple Pill, or Claritin or Allegra, or Mrs. Smith's Bowel Cleaner and Breath Freshener. In the main I have to believe that the drug industry and TeeVee have talked too many people into being sick. When I was a child, we had Aspirin and Mentholatum. If you had allergies and your head hurt, you took an aspirin and then went out back and blew snot out of your nose. That took care of that. Now, you have your choice of a plethora of prescriptions for allergies. I have allergies, I know how much these TeeVee drugs costs. The cheapest is around $50 per prescription..which might last a month. Back in the good ol' days, if you had the first signs of arthiritis, you smeared the joint with mentholatum, took aspirin and you moaned alot. Now..well some of the arthritis drugs cost hundreds of dollars a month...and you still have to moan at your own expense.

I bring this subject up because it's important, but not because it applies to me. Me, I go to the Veteran's Administration and get any prescription for $7 bucks. A benefit of military service. And I deserve it, I contracted Jungle Rot under my toenails, while in unclean foreign lands. My self worth has suffered all these years, I drank too much because of it. Now, with a $7 Jungle Rot prescription, I can feel much better about myself and I am clean and sober. I learned that I was a worthless wretch after seeing a Jungle Rot medication ad on TeeVee.

{Editors Note: If the Armed Services are smart, they'll stop advertising things like the educational and training benefits offered by military service and hit the $7 per prescription benefit really hard. If you are a forward thinking young person with allergies, toe nail rot, arthritis or a bad stomach this could be worth millions to you in the future.}

Help me......Please!
I am used to the kids in my neighborhood stopping by and asking me to buy something to help their school activities. I have purchased raffle tickets, five dollar chocolate bars, and chances to win boom boxes. I have only turned down one kid, which I did with remorse, as he was in Boy Scouts and I [he says proudly] was an Eagle Scout. However I really didn't want $20 popcorn. I hope the Scouts come back again with something more economical that I like.

So, when the door bell ring late Tuesday afternoon I wasn't surprised to see a young man of about 14 standing there. In fact, when I looked at him I remembered I had bought school grapefruit from him last year. No sooner had I opened the door than, with a look of great disgust and some anger he said, "I'm from St. Ann's Catholic School, would you like to buy Christmas Poinsettia's they're making me sell them." I said, "What do you mean making you"? "Yes" he said, almost tearily, "we were ordered to sell 20 each." I asked him what would happen if he didn't sell his quota. He said that knowing the school big trouble would brew.

This was starting to sound serious. I wondered, whether I should I take him in and declare asylum? Would he be excommunicated? Was there a nun outside with a ruler ready to smack us both? Well, not wanting to delve into clergical affairs, I did the only thing I could do. I ordered poinsettias. As I filled out the form I noticed that almost to a home every single one of my neighbors are getting poinsettias too. As he truned to go, with more of a sly smile, I started to wonder, is this the greatest sales pitch ever? Have I been snookered? Have I played into the hands of guilt? Well, I can always use the poinsettias.

Before he left the porch I asked him, "When can I expect these?" "Well" he said, "I can't guarantee the date, but we'll try to have them here this winter". Gee Thanks.......

Senator Elect Cornyn and Pancho

Senator [elect] Cornyn
The Democrats were crowing that things would change in this election, that the mandate for George W. Bush was over. Things did indeed change, the swing to more moderate right values stunned even the Republicans themselves. I think that the election results confirm that the American people want the war on terrorism prosecuted swiftly and vigourously. It shows that the American people, despite the loss of confidence in the business sector, still trust Republican capitalist values to lead the way to a better economy. More than anything I believe it shows that despite the ever growing plethora of "talking heads", media experts and analysts, that the American public can make up it's own mind about the course of their country.

And I'm proud to say that my old college acquaintance John Cornyn will help to lead the way. John doesn't come from a rich family of political lineage. He comes from a modest military family, who taught him that with hard work and honest straight forward values you can become a United States Senator. Congratulations John!

Afternoon Blurb update
The afternoon CNN poll on the question "Who will win the senate?" is:
Republicans: 53%
Democrats: 42%
No One: 6%
Thank you CNN, and there we have it, 101% of the American people have spoken.

Morning News Blurbs....
The current CNN online poll asks, "Who will win control of the Senate". The morning results are:
Republicans: 54%
Democrats: 41%
No One: 6%
I'm rooting for the No Ones. I like their platform.

Yesterday's CNN poll, in response to the robot warrior blowing hell out of Al Queda members, asks: "Is it correct to assasinate "suspected" terrorists without due process?"
I missed the results, but the question shows some people [the press and morons...oh yeah, one and the same] still don't get it. We have declared war on terrorism. Apparently the info on the deceased was excellent, so if it looks like a duck*, quacks like a duck and drives a dune buggy thru the back roads of Yemen like a duck, we blow hell out of the duck. Where ever the duck happens to be. And the dead duck was confirmed as the suspected duck by Yemeni intelligence, using his dog tags. Or rather by the scar on his leg which was the only thing left.

*[the reference to ducks is a literary device. I like ducks, I like ducks a lot, please do not send duck hater mail].

Protest ideas...
A possible war with Iraq, of course, is a very debatable subject in the Web Blog world. This is good, we need debate. But the one point I see repeated which still confounds me is that any action against Iraq is the work of, or in the interest of "Big Oil". I recently made a point on
The Weblog Action Center about Europe, Oil, and the Mid East. Shortly anon and sure enough, here comes replies about "Big Oil".....Evil "Big Oil". I wonder if this person has missed the news for say, the last two years. How many bombings and deaths do we have to have before someone understands that we are under attack and that the best defense is a good offense.

Well, I do admire people of conviction. So if anyone who reads this really thinks "Big Oil" is behind our intentions with Iraq, I have an idea about protesting "Big Oil". Stop using petroleum products. Here's how: stop driving, don't use your heater or air conditioning, don't buy or use any plastic products, don't buy refrigerated foods [coolants come from petroleum you know], and finally stop using your damn computer to spew out moronic ideas about "Big Oil".

Never too late to vote.....

DURHAM, North Carolina (AP) -- Funeral homes in Durham are giving voters no excuse to be deadbeats on election day: They're offering free rides to the polls in limousines.
The Durham Voter Coalition has enlisted Ellis D. Jones Funeral Home and Burthey Funeral Services to ferry voters between homes and balloting stations on November 5.

This story does not surprise me and I think it seems only natural. Dead people have been voting in much of the South since reconstruction. President Lyndon B. Johnson was very popular with dead people and spent much of his early career cultivating their vote. It does seem, though, that this tactic in North Carolina is purely Republican with the use of limousines. In Texas most dead voters, who tend to be Democrats, travel to the polls in pickup trucks. And in Minnesota where a large percentage of voters appear to have brain damage, psychiatric hospitals are offering rides.

Spicey News.......
This just in from "the continent". A plot to kidnap Posh Spice, of The Spice Girls, has been foiled by Scotland Yard. The would be kidnappers reportedly were going to ask for a seven figure ransom. The criminals were apparently delusional as most people would pay that much for them to keep her.

Give 'em a head lock....
Having once undertaken matrimonial vows in Minnesota and spending some good amount of time there in the dim past, I find the state an interesting dichotomy. For the most part, they are typical Mid-Western folks, conservative by nature, and still tending very much toward the old world Germanic wholesomeness. It's just about the cleanest state I've ever been to, and Minneapolis is a gem, with lakes, parks, art and again.....just plain really clean.

The other side of this wonderfulness is that the state has become, along with it's neighbor Wisconsin, a hotbed of old fashion liberalism. Wisconsin has been like that forever. As I have written elsewhere, there is a reason for this gung-ho liberalism. It's easy to be a tree-hugging, kissy kissy liberal if you live in areas that don't have the problems that other states do....such as run-a-way illegal immigration as an example. If the problem is elsewhere it's quite easy to give advice on the solution........what do you care, you won't have to live with it.

Of course, I got started thinking about Minnesota after the Sen. Wellstone Memorial[?]. Walt Mondale has been on the appology trail, saying that some of the people just got a "little carried away". OK. There is another name for this. Just plain rude crude bad taste. I was proud to see Gov. Jesse "Jack Slap 'em" Ventura on the TeeVee this morning. As you may know he walked out of the affair and his comment was, "I was disgusted, I ought to unscrew their heads like burnt out lightbulbs" [or something to that effect]. Way to go Jesse.
Gov. Ventura, now there is a real dichotomy that we may discuss in more detail later. On one hand I really like the guy, he was a Navy SEAL, he speaks plainly without worrying about his re-election possiblities. Then he wears slacks and a polo shirt to the memorial service and sounds about half loony sometimes.