The New Drug!

FDA TAKES DOWN CHEERIOS.

The Federal Drug Agency claims the language on the Cheerios box suggests the cereal is designed to prevent or treat heart disease. Regulators say only FDA-approved drugs are allowed to make such claims. The FDA warns that if General Mills doesn’t “correct the violations,” it risks having its cheery-looking boxes seized by federal agents right off store shelves.

Poor old Cheerios, there they are just making little round circles of oats and grains, just like they have been doing for years, and suddenly they are gong to be raided by federal agents.

Child welfare will soon get involved and arrest parents who are giving this drug to children.

Chapters of “Cheerios Anonymous” will soon spring up as Cheerios Drug Users try to break the habit by turning to a higher power of Tony the Tiger.

And you can count on lawsuits springing up from people who claim that Cheerios ruined their life by making them addicts.

Ten percent unemployment, an economy in the pits, politicians we can’t trust and the Federal Drug Administration decides to attack Cheerios. Give me a break. Just Say'n

Childhood Trauma

Watched some of the neighbor kids waiting for a school bus the other day. They are about seven or eight years old and look pretty small compared to that bus. I guess we all survived the trauma of our early school bus years, but I am sure it left a few psychological scars.

I mean, here we are, innocent young children trusting in the decisions of the adults around us and what do they do?  Stick us in the huge yellow container and send us off to someplace we can't even locate. The first trip on the bus is complicated by having to find a seat next to someone you don’t know with the words of your parents ringing in your ears, “Don’t sit with strangers.”

We survived, but to this day I still have a little anxiety when I see a school bus. Just Say’n


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Oldies but ?????

I have been listening to some of the old music of my generation. Kingston Trio, Peter Paul and Mary, Limelighters, and others.

The internet provides so many ways to find music and artist, it is a real treat to just drop out into old memories. However, when you find the good, sometime you find the absurd. This is a real album from the 70’s. Let Me Touch Him. I am sure they meant well, but just didn’t think it through. Don’t think I will say anything more. 


This one never quite made my top ten list back in the 70’s. Can you imagine a romantic night with David Niven and love letters? Guess not all the oldies were goodies. Just Say’n.




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On Second thought

Saw a store the other day that proclaimed ALWAYS OPEN. Then right under it was a sign that said CLOSED. 

I got a big kick out of that. It started me thinking about how we sometimes display things that we really need to think about a second time.

For example, let's be real proud Americans and tell people what language we speak here:

Or how about these:

There are really times when we need to take a second thought about what we are saying. Or maybe we just need a good laugh once in a while


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Damn Diet

My wife and I decided we were carrying around a lot of holiday good cheer in the form of excess body weight. Don’t know where it came from, I laid hands on all the sugar cookies and cast out unwanted calories, so it can't be from that. 
In any case, it became the after January 1 diet time.
I guess I never realized how many good things are just not good for my waist line. 
My stop at Dunkin Donuts has come to a screeching halt. 
My Starbucks afternoon Iced Venti Extra Carmel, Carmel Machiato is now a distant memory. 
Cookies at night have died a sudden death. 
Life is now dull, boring, and not very tasty. 
Granted, the weight is coming down since these changes took place, but I now find myself standing outside Dunkin Donuts quietly crying. I hate diets. Just Say'n

Another Year!

Time flies when you’re having fun, so I guess I’m having a blast. At this rate, it will be Spring in a few days, then Summer the day after, and then I can put the boat back in the water. I know it doesn’t work this way, but why not just think positive.

2016 has a lot of new adventures to explore as the political race heats up. Seems like this presidential campaign has been active for the last two years, yet somehow we still don’t know what is going on. 

I’m sure the Kardashians will provide some type of hype, the economy will continue to hold center stage, the middle east will continue to be unpredictable and my two books Catch and Release and the sequel Hook, Line & Sinker will become international best sellers (just thought I would slide that in but click here if interested).
In any case, thanks to all for a great year together and best wishes for a Happy and Healthy New Year.

Merry Christmas

As you travel to family and friends be safe and enjoy the wonder of life. Merry Christmas from Janetta and me to all of you in cyberland. PS if you’re flying this weekend, watch out for Santa, it is a crowded sky out there. Just Say'n

Boat stories

There are warm summer days when I am convinced that boating is the highest form of evolution. It is a crazy hobby that begins and ends with $, but it is a great way to live. Talking to a friend the other day who had a great boat story. You have to realize that every boater has a great story, but this one was really big.
My friend was in a shark tournament and hooked into one that had a good chance to win. Problem was, they needed to get back to the dock before the time ran out on the tournament, so they brought it on board with the thought of tying it up in the aft part of the boat. Bad idea.
The shark broke loose and began to chew up anything it found. The men all headed up the ladder to the bridge and watched as the shark devoured the seats, fishing poles, water tanks, deck, and other equipment. It finally wore out and they secured it once more. They arrived at the dock fifteen minutes after the tournament closed. When they weighed the shark, it would have won. 
Personally, I think I will stick with small bass. It’s a lot safer. Just Say’n.


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Strange new sounds

Getting in the car the other day, I suddenly realized that I was making a strange new sound. It was a guttural groan set off by my putting my body behind the steering wheel of my car. 
I have been getting in and out of cars for a long time, but I don’t remember making this sound. 
I watched myself get out of the car when I arrived at my destination and sure enough, I made the same sound. Now very aware of this phenomena, I listened as I walked up the stairs, kneeled down to pick up a sock, got out of bed in the morning, sat in a chair, got out of the chair, and several other places where I had to bend or stretch my body.
 This sound must be because of global warming or something. I don’t think it has anything to do with my body getting older. Just say'en

Grumpy old man

Talked to someone the other day who wore me out. This person is the same age as I am, is in good health, just retired, and is ready to die. I haven't heard so much negative outlook from one person in a long time. 

I tried to encourage him to try something new like ballroom dancing, golf, fishing, or anything other than sitting and watching TV. To him, dancing was for sissies, golf was boring, fishing was too much work, and anything else I mentioned was also not a good idea.

 He hates the cold, but refuses to move south. Wants to be with his family, but never goes to see them. Doesn’t like to read, won’t try art, hates music, and generally doesn’t like to do anything.

This man isn’t depressed, he just is lazy. To him it is easier to complain about the problem than pursue a solution. 
The good thing about being with him was the ability to see what I never want to become. Life is good, how sad to waste it. Just Say’n.

Designed to make me insane

The brake light went out on my car the other day. No big deal, just needs a new bulb. When I open the trunk to replace the bulb, there is nothing indicating that a tail light even exists. No wires, no fixture, no holder, just a metal frame. I notice a couple screws in the frame, so I take them out. Now the frame drops down and reveals a plastic holder with wires attached.
Still no bulb.
I remove the plastic holder by detaching several wires and a small plastic clip that breaks as I remove it.
At last, some wires that run to what appears to be a bulb holder, but alas, no way to get to the bulb unless I unscrew the holder. 
One hour later I finally get the bulb out. In my trunk I now have about twenty different parts that all have to be reassembled. It is enough to make a grown man cry. What ever happened to simplicity? Just Say'n

Brrrrrrrrrrr

We have had a cold winter, for which I am not eternally grateful. 
 It is cold, cold, cold. I know there are very good reasons for seasonal weather changes, but I still don’t see the benefit to cold. 
I talk to some people who like the cold, and I guess that’s why we all are different.
People live in warm climates year round and don’t seem to be harmed by the lack of cold. 
I guess the people in places like Wisconsin, Alaska, and others find cold to be wonderful. 
Nevertheless, I am cheering for global warming. Just say’n.

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The answer for holiday stress

It’s that time of the year when the Mall’s are anxiety producing. I do holiday shopping in as few stores as possible, but I still end up with a headache. The anxiety starts early in the parking lot when you slowly drive your car, following a shopper laden with packages until they arrive at their car. Then you sit and glare at every car who might come close to your newly found parking spot.


Then, in every one of the stores we are bombarded with the music designed to make you want to throw up. From Regis Phillbin to the Chipmunks, we are entertained with thoughts of holiday cheer which are engineered to reflect insincerity.


However, in the midst of all this insanity, I discovered there is a hidden cure for holiday mania. It’s a secret that took some skill to unlock, but I will share it with you. Take a pen and write in large letters ‘STRESSED”. Now recopy the word starting from the D and moving back to the S. 
Behold the divine sign that will point in the direction of your survival. It is a gift from God. Follow what it says and you will have a wonderful time of the year. Just Say’n.
 P.S.  You can only follow this advise until January 1, then you have to go back to the diet. Till then, follow the sign with reckless abandon.