Welcome back -- to the middle of the week – again.
The more things change – the more they stay the same.
Seems like we’re stuck in this forever dragging along in a big spiral – with only slight changes that keep us from going around in a circle. And one of the dreamer-philosophers said time is just one gigantic spiral in which things change but not much. (I think it was one of the Wednesday crowd… Billy-bob likely.)
How did the South become so populated with double names… like Norma Jean… Billy-bob – Emma-lou, Emma-Jeannette (and that’s just part of the list of cousins I have down south of the
I’ve just come from a recording session with Billy-bob, Homer and Miz Pearlie from over at Playfair on the Caroliner (please note the spelling) line. They are a fun bunch to be with. Largely – and primarily I suppose – they are Blue-Dog Democrats… at least until recently. But the lines are getting a little rubbed out (“erased” for those of you who went to school *north* of the Mason-Dixon) – these are folks I either grew up with or have become good friends with – at least in another dimension. (J) And they are puzzled about what did I mean by making fun of Miz Sarah who has lit out with her “NON – Campaign” bus and means to travel to
Well, I was greatly relieved she did not decide to buy a house in the Northeast or somewhere which might not be so accepting of her and the Palin clan.
I guess I’ve just decided if things don’t loosen up on the political front – and I take life less seriously not so tediously affected by the wing-nuts and near hospitalized (memory and other problems) cases I’ll be cutting down on my own lifespan. So we’re backing off things a bit here and there trying to laugh more and cry less. (We all need a change of pace now and then.) I think it was my Aunt Emma who told me “It’s a long road which has no turning.” But it could have been my Aunt Pansy – or Aunt Ruth – or Aunt Nora… As you can see my memory isn’t the most accurate in the world.
In any case… we’re getting ready to enter the crazy season – otherwise known as the ‘run up to the next election’ which does not occur until early November after next… that’s a long time away – and many speeches to be endured… and much newsprint to be consumed. It’s the TV commercials that imprint themselves on my memory and make cat naps sometime impossible.
Well… again… I’ve had to listen more closely to my good Medical Doctor friend who has saved my life thus far about 3.5 times… and pay attention to the important things and loosen up on the rest. (J)
I hope you’re having a good day. I’ve made my quota of errors today and tomorrow will work on erasing the damage done. So… Have a good day… and join us for a good time at Playfair on the Caroliner line… That’s how we know where we are.
Cordially, IN HIM
Jack
“JUST A MINUTE”
THE CANDIDATES ARE HEADING FOR THE STARTING LINE
Jack: Just a Minute: Billie-bob did you ever keep a swarm of bees?
BB: Ah tried keepin’ bees Mr. Jack – but they didn’t seem to like me.
Homer: Oh they’s veery innerestin’ Mr. Beelie…
MizP: Didja like th’ honey Mr. Beelie?
BB: Oh Ah liked th’ honey OK – facs is hit was reelie good up-air…sour wood – ya know.
MizP: Tha’s a premium honey all rite…
Jack: What did you find interesting about the bees.
Homer: Well fer one thang they tended to their own business…
MizP: Oh tha-ut’s reel good. Impawtant to maintanin’ peace in th’ community.
BB: But they didn’t let no bees in who din’t belong to th’ hive.
Jack: Was that selfish?
Homer: Well hit’s impawtint ta gitting th work of th’ hive done.
MizP: Rite Homer. You cain’t git nothing done jist a flittin from here ‘n’ there…
BB: Ya gotta have purpose…. An a goal.
Jack: You think they have a goal?
Homer: Well hit’s fer shure they gotta lay up enuff honey ta git the hive, thru th winter.
MizP: An tha-ut shore can’t be n’glected er you gits’ disaster…
BB: Yeah – yeah… disaster like dyin’ out.…
MizP: So, Mr. Jack whut do you thank is a-goin’ on wit all th’ peepul linin’ up?
Jack: I still think it’s early – but that’s not what some of the folks think.
MizP: Oh Ah don’t know if’n I can hole out to November of not this year but nex year.
BB: That’s whut Ah thank too Miz Pearl.
Homer: Ah thanks you’re rite… but this is th’ way hit’s done in ‘Merica.
Jack: Homer’s right folks –
MizP: I reckon you’s rite Homer… I jist git awful tired of all the politickin.
Homer: We jist has to thank Miz Pearl – eternal vigilance is th’ price…
MizP: Ah know Homer… hit’s th’ price of liberty.
BB: An I reckon we has to pay the price… rite here in Playfair.
Jack: That’s the spirit Billy-bob. Let’s get with it and come to the recue.
MizP: You think hit’s tha-ut serus Mr. Jack.
Jack: I think so Miz Pearl… they’ve dug a BIG hole…
BB: An we got to dig our way out…
Jack: OK -- let’s get to it… next Wednesday? I’m Jack Buttram (END)
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