There’s a “high keening” sound abounding over the Bait Shop and Sushi Bar…
Nobody knows exactly what it is…It’s causing a lot of people to cover their ears – and bow their heads – and probably pray. Some say it’s the sound of the banshee…the Irish invisible gremlin’s that steal things from where you put them so you could be find them easily. Or…
Out at the lake other brush it off saying it’s the high pitch screech of a fishing reel when a ‘really big one’ strikes and peels the line off rapidly. “But that’s deep sea fishing.” Somone counters… and then there’s a discussion about big fish, little fish saltwater, freshwater, big fight vs, smaller more scrappy croppies… and it goes on.
But the main thing is we’re getting closer to Novemeber 2nd and the tensions just hummmmmm in the air. The varying stakes that are up for decision come November 2nd are weighing about as heavily as the $826 billion or the nearly three trillion are weighing around the necks of our children and grandchildren (and in our case even *great* grand children).
Well no use spoiling one of the few last departing days of summer, Rather than rehash what’s happened in the last 24 hours or so… Let me quote you a short poem specific to the season.
LATE SUMMER
I, dusty and bedraggled as I am,
Pestered with wasps and weeds and making jam,
Blowzy and stale, my welcome long outstayed ,
Proved false in every promise that I made,
At my beginning I believed, like you,
Something would come of all my green and blue.
Mortals remember, looking on the thing
I am, that I, even I, was once a spring.
--- C.S. Lewis
So, we’ll just leave you that to ponder and meditate upon as these last few days of summer wind down. Soon enough will come the ‘scary’ Halloween – with all it’s ghosts and goblins to be seen. And the giant wheels of the legislative grist mills creak and groan to winnow out the final few days of 2010 in belabored hesitation knowing come the January snows we shall be laboring anew to keep our Republic above water and governing us well. Let’s roll!
Cordially, IN HIM
Jack & Barbara
“JUST A MINUTE”
WHUT’S THA-UT HI KEENIN’ SOUND I HEAH?
MizP: Just A Minute:– Mr. Jack – They-us wuz so much noise a goin’ on las nite… Ah
Jack: You had a hard time figuring out what was going on.
MizP: Right – how didja know?
Jack: Because I did too. There were seven states with primaries yesterday.
BB: Doan fergit th’ Distrik of Columbia.
Jack: Right Billy-bob they were electing a mayor and several high posts.
Homer: One wuz tha-ut school Supertindint Miz Michelle -- been a-doin’ such a good job.
MizP: Th’ Mayor had ast Mr. Obama ta hep him get her ‘lected – but he din’t do hit.
Jack: Looks like your young lady from
MizP: She did, she did – But even Mr. Rove had cole feets.
Jack: Mr. Rove wanted nine Senators elected.
BB: That’d bin a Gran Slam!
Homer: Summa them old ‘Stablishmint’ Publicans hafta re-ajust they sites.
BB: The’ys quotin’ old Bill Buckley ‘bout only votin’ fer conservatives who kin git ‘lected.
Homer: Prezdint Bush worked fer Mr. Specter in Pennsylvani.
BB: An look whut tha-ut got us?
MizP: One thang hit got us is a lookin’ close ta whut’s a-goin’ on.
Homer: An I’ve heered you say Miz Pearl we allus needs to be ‘memberin’ th’ Lord is in control.
BB: Ah’m glad a heer you a-sayin’ tha-ut Homer.
Jack: Sometimes change just takes time. Oh… and tha’t’s what we’re out of.
Homer: Outa time?
Jack: Right – See you next week everybody – thanks for coming.
<> I’m Jack Buttram (END)
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