Global Warming

Spring has sprung,
The grass is riz,
No question
Where the flowers is.
Daffies dilling, birdies trilling,
Lots of folks find this just thrilling.
Myself, I think it's quite alarming,
Another sign of global warming.

Stop the Blog. I Wanna Get Off.

I think I'm done with blogging. Don't have much to say anymore. I'm ready to delete my blog, but I'd like to keep about 200 of my posts. I'd like to be able to download my blog before deleting it from Google. Is there any easy way to do that, or do I have to copy the posts I want to keep one by one?

Heavy Metal

Last night I visited my psychiatrist to get my prescription renewed. She's in a group practice. At 5 PM, the waiting room was jammed.

I saw a woman wearing a bib comprising as many as 35 necklaces of varying lengths and metals over a pastel T shirt. She had at least three rings on each finger, including her thumbs. She was one of the receptionists.

Outrage at the Eagles Club

Kids weren't usually allowed to watch the floor shows at the Eagles Club. The exception was the Christmas Show. Grampy was the manager of the Eagles Club. It was his job to hire the performers through a booking agent in Erie, PA.

I was six or seven years old and living with my paternal grandparents. So there I was at the floor show, sitting at a table with Grammy, drinking Nehi orange pop and watching the blond tap dancer. Everything was fine until she tap-danced her way over to Grampy, sat on his lap, wrapped her arms around him and planted a big "show-biz" kiss on his forehead. Everyone else laughed and burst into applause. I burst into tears. I was outraged. How dare she?