August 2018 archive

Day 20,072

Hey kids! It’s the old guy here again in rural Douglas County, just doing my thing. A recap of the day as I see it. Apparently, last night at a rally – keep in mind at political rallies, you can screen the attendees – no opposition representation – Trump claimed to have stories that would make …

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Day 20,071

Good evening, my future grandchildren! It’s a Thursday night in rural Douglas County, and fat old Grampa Bob is watching the last pre-season football game for the Kansas City Chiefs, and the second-stringers looked pretty good tonight. I know it doesn’t count, but it could’ve been worse. By the way, football is a game that …

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Day 20,070

Hello, and good evening to you! It’s a beautiful overcast evening in rural Douglas county, and I’m pondering the universe while watching a NOVA special on the art of Japanese paper folding, origami. It’s a little bit crazy what people can do with a folded piece of paper. This is an amazing topic. I can …

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Day 20,069

Hey, kids, the old man hasn’t kicked yet, so it looks like another missive from the family place here in rural Douglas County. Dogs are being unmanageable tonight. Lots and lot of barking. Earlier, the interaction between the three dogs was a little more than I could deal with, so I went to the office. …

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Day 20,068

It’s a beautiful Monday night rural Douglas County, with three planets visible in the night sky. The main thing, however, is the extended 29th birthday of my beloved, she who must be obeyed, my love, my wife, Lisa. You might know her as Gramma. We had a crazy day as a family. I tried to …

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Day 20,067

It’s almost quarter after nine on a Sunday night here in rural Douglas County. I’m pretty sore from moving things around in the barn and getting some mowing done. I’ve got some more work to do out in the barn before the electrician comes tomorrow. I need to sketch out where I want the outlets …

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Day 20,066

It’s a Saturday night here in rural Douglas County, and tonight is a good time to reflect on the passing of those that represent the best of us. Tonight, a U.S. Senator from Arizona passed away, and this wasn’t some ordinary politician. John McCain served. He was a 31-year-old Navy pilot when he was shot …

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Day 20,065

Good evening, my future family members. It’s a Friday night, with a big, bright full moon shining brightly over rural Douglas County. In the world of politics, it has likely been the worst week ever for Trump. Between convictions, plea deals, and prominent Trump inner circle members taking immunity deals, including his buddy at the National …

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Day 20,064

Greetings to you, my future grandchildren. It’s a Thursday night here in rural Douglas County, and I find myself listening to one of my favorite pop singers from my youth, Robert Palmer, who will have passed away fifteen years ago next month. I listened to the first hit that I ever saw him perform, “Every …

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Day 20,063

Good evening, my future grandchildren. Tonight I’m going to explain to you  why you are a miracle. Yeah. No shit. So, back in the summer of 1983, I was living in Wichita, working two jobs to get through the summer. I worked at a paper warehouse during the day, pulling $5.75 an hour, which, believe …

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