Wednesday, March 24, 2010

The cat

I filled out my Census 2010 (that's twenty-ten for those of you still engaged in the debate). Chris, age 44, male. Stacey...female. H,...female. G...female. E...female. I need a bigger garage! But then, just before I sealed the envelope I just had to do it; Skitty, Age 2, MALE! Do you think I'll get in trouble for listing the cat?

Monday, March 22, 2010

Late night poetry

A link off the CNN site brings attention to the top 10 whiskeys. As luscious and amazing as this one sounds, I can't believe I never became a scotch drinker..."sweet seaweed." Who writes this stuff?! I read and write while listening to the House vote on children are better behaved...maybe that scotch doesn't sound so bad after all!

Lagavulin 16 Year Old

The prince of the Islay malts, this is deep and dark, with notes of fruitcake and sweet seaweed. A volumptuous texture and a fragrant, smoky finish. For drinking with poetry, late into the night.

43 per cent ABV

34 Brave Democrats

Sunday, March 14, 2010

Tango Uniform

I learned something important lesson. There are very special places where people don't say to one another, "how are you?" Times when you laugh only because that's all you have left. Times when knowing that even the most well lived life just isn't enough comfort. Times when being a "wingman" means being there over that right shoulder, and the only armaments available are prayer. I appologize for all of you who don't understand this posting, but there is one man who does. And I'm sorry I can't write more but I need to go call my dad...

While I'm doing that, maybe you'll revisit this