Always something happening in this crazy neighborhood but this was a good thing!! My neighbor Kurt, Redneck #1, had that eyesore of a pickup truck towed away today!! WOOOOO!!! It was quite the ordeal seeing as how it had four flat tires!!
Here is Kurt moving his life’s possessions out of the truck.
We have contact
Off the ground at last!
I hope they didn’t pay this guy by the hour! It took forever.
And away she goes!!!
He donated Ole Blue to a high school auto mechanics class. Good luck!!
After all that, Kurt disappeared so I helped Charlotte (Crazy Lady) clean up the driveway and sprayed the weeds that had popped up. Then she points out a 3" pink, dayglo dot painted on my neighbor Mike’s curb and tells me that she thinks it means the city is putting IN a shopping center!! I’m like "What???" Where does she come up with this stuff?? She gets wackier every time I talk to her! BTW, That dot was right in front of a streetlight pole and they are rewiring them! Before I left she blamed me for putting her trash bins on her patio BACKWARDS!!!!! They are round!! That woman wears me out so I left! But with Ole Blue gone, I can actually see down the street!
That’s all I have for today.
Oh wait!! I have this. Read this today in the sports sction:
Just call Updike the Splendid Printer
By Grahame L. Jones, Los Angeles Times
January 28, 2009
Pulitzer Prize-winning novelist John Updike, who died Tuesday, was a baseball fan pure and simple. Anyone doubting the depth of his feelings for the game need only refer to a New Yorker magazine piece he penned in 1960 on Red Sox legend Ted Williams.
It was a 5,880-word essay, each sentence perfectly crafted. Here are just a few of them about watching the home run that Williams hit in his final at-bat. Williams was 42 at the time. Updike was 28.
"The ball climbed on a diagonal line into the vast volume of air over center field. From my angle, behind third base, the ball seemed less an object in flight than the tip of a towering motionless construct, like the Eiffel Tower or the Tappan Zee Bridge. It was in the books while it was still in the sky. . . .
"Like a feather caught in a vortex, Williams ran around the square of bases at the center of our beseeching screaming. He ran as he always ran out home runs — hurriedly, unsmiling, head down, as if our praise were a storm of rain to get out of. He didn’t tip his cap. Though we thumped, wept, and chanted, ‘We want Ted’ for minutes after he hid in the dugout, he did not come back."
One man could hit. The other could write.
Now I’m done!! New song by Phil Vaser. Good One!!