RAH RAH RAH !

I found out today that I share birthdays with Mohammed Atta. The good thing is that I also learned that my birthday also falls on the day that Albert Speer died. I guess that balances out.

When I see a woman with long manicured fingernails, I think of the things that that woman won't do or try just to ensure that those expensive nails don't break. One of those things is wiping after a bowel movement.

I noticed in one of the sports pages that I read this past week, a piece about a community college pitcher down in Mississippi who wears a pitcher's helmet after losing an eye when he got hit by a batted ball over two years ago. I then began to wonder about the physics of a batted ball. So, I've come to the conclusion after some careful thought, that a batted ball has achieved is highest speed at that infinitesimal point that a baseball has left the bat. After that, the ball is always decelerating.

I've been pondering about taking a road trip down to Baton Rouge, Louisiana. I would like to see The Arizona Wildcats take on the LSU Tigers on September 9th in football. No wife no kids. In fact, they are not interested. I went and got all the info at Triple A. I've studied the state maps and routes along the way. I've examined the "trip-tik". I've scanned the tour book. It's fourteen-hundred miles one way. After paying for gasoline this past week, I've thought and I've thought about this road trip some more. Two things: analytically it would be less expensive to fly and rent a car there or nearby. And, (this is a big AND) personally, I don't know anyone who would be a good riding buddy. A pleasant, articulate, low maintenance person, enthusiastic to just go down there for a damned football game and evaluate the entire four day experience an adventure. I wish I knew someone like that who lives nearbye.

It has come to my attention that my mailman of twelve years, but who's been the mailman of our street and neighborhood for many more years than that, suddenly died at his home last week. He was a young looking fifty-something who appeared to be in great physical shape because of his job. I wonder about how much Greg knew about me and my family, and how much he knew about our neighbors, and how little I knew about him over the infrequent small talk over the past dozen years. Who was he? He was a very pleasant person. He was a rabid Yankees fan who listened to WFAN on his walkman through out his work day. And he was someone who longed to go out and visit his brother away in Arizona someday. I felt I was his Arizona muse sometimes. When I heard about what happened, I watered all the neglected cacti that I have around the house. Since I did that, the cacti look much better and we have a new mailman who's never been to Arizona.

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posted by JerryNJ @ 2:02 AM