Steve

- I know that I have more trouble getting posts up than the rest of y’all, ‘cause when I’m at work, I have to work. I am not a salaried blogger like the rest of you.

- Today, however, I have respite. I’m in the hospital surgical waiting room. Linda is having a cholecystectomy. ( I originally thought that all her vomiting was from reading some of your postings.) She will no longer be the same woman I married. Her surgeon is from Chicago and a Bears fan. I sure hope he doesn’t fumble into the super bowel.

- Just last Friday she was here having the hardware removed from her previous ankle surgery. Pretty neat souvenir. I’m putting her in for a Purple Heart.

- I have a dental appointment this evening. There will be a couple more dentist’s children through college on this one. I just hope that after this is all over that I have at least two teeth left, one on top and one on the bottom and that they meet each other when I bite down.
- Our Lab/mutt escaped and was struck by a car on Milton Avenue the other morning. She survived and looks like a real back-room veteran fighting dog. The driver fled the scene, but I could imagine he/she sustained some pretty good damage.

- One of my ‘smarter’ brothers was talking about John Kerry the other day and, although he didn’t directly say so, he really implied that Kerry should have selected Jane Fonda as his running mate. Hmmm, not a bad idea. That could inspire a post all on its own. (‘I’m Fonda/Kerry’ campaign buttons.) It shouldn’t be too hard to get him on a roll at the reunion. Yeah, the one with a pipe.

- Some think that everything in the Universe can be reduced to mathematics. Lately, I’ve attempted to apply this theory to television commercials to calculate via a math formula a proper definition our culture. For example: Enzyte to produce a larger penis PLUS Vagisil to stop feminine itch and to smell nice EQUALS (forgot product name) to decrease the hassle of Herpes. I know I’m on to something here.