One year ago today: November 23, 2023, ten barrels-full.
Five years ago today: November 23, 2019, except I'm not Iranian.
Nine years ago today: November 23, 2015, 43 years ago.
Random years ago today: November 23, 2002, ish't that illegal?
I'm keeping the doggie beside me 24/7 these days. He's in a double-mood, losing his buddy and now the Reb away for days at a time. Biggest symptom is his lack of appetite, and he loves my cooking. He's leaving half his usual meal and often lying down to sleep on Sammy's old cushion. Walking distacts him, but I'm only good for a mile at a time, at most. Good morning. It's a brisk but warmer day, all the chasing around is done, and I would like to visit the town of Lebanon again. Population 48,000 with 3.6% of them unemployed. Then again, the USA counts welfare cases as employed. Check with me after the sun comes up.
Reaching an answering machine and no business hours on their static website, we got there just after noon, a seven-mile longer trip than says GPS. While reading the sign on the door, several others pulled up. They concluded same as me there is only one reason an electronic supply store would be closed on Saturday. They made too much money at it. One group was from a church who did their own repairs and they gave me some addresses of shops in Nashville that, while expensive, do carry compounents. Noting I had passed roads with names like College and University, I concluded there must be schools nearby and opted to go downtown for a look. My impressions of Clarksville can wait until this afternoon. Let's talk geography.
The terrain is hilly, so the walk was slow. So slow that there was only time to get back home before dark. My first impression of Clarksville is that it was another Mufreesboro, you know, all law offices and barber shops. Driving in is through some rough looking areas, but then you fine out this town is something like 250 years old. There are some schools there, near downtown, and consequently no parking. I would have stopped sooner in the day if parking had been possible. Here's a building in the middle of the block downtown witn the date 1878. Since the town was a Civil War fort, probably nothing much earlier was not burned down.
I've begun a new audiobook, I'll get the title later, it is a murder mystery with a modern twist. It concerns computer embezzlement so has my attention despite being on the soapy side. Like the reader cares that the two cops each married a woman the other one used to date. So far, a computer whiz steals $17 million during an inter-bank transfer. He gets caught, but the problem is he hid the money in other accounts in the bank, so the cops, the syndicate, and the bank are all after him. To get the money, he needs an accomplice who still works at the bank. The soap is that the lady who once had an office affair with him is now head of IT and married to the cop investigating the case.
Let us move on to the real mystery, the disapperance of my Lewis Grizzard novel. The case is solved and closed. I guess I walked in and set the paperback on the table near the sofa. You remember Chloe, the fat cat and how cats like to sit on anything rectangular. Yep, you got it. Just fat enough and I could not, for the life of me, find that book. Folks, I deserve a good stiff drink. And being that I will not likely last another week in these arctic conditions, I did just that.
Northeast Saskatchewan, I think.
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What is Clarksville like at street level? Old, that about says it. The downtown is way up on the ridge, plainly the lower areas are subject to flooding. I took pooch for a stroll down the old main street. Driving in, I could see the vistages of a dying old-school business town. Dozens of small shops that had seen better days, such as carpet cleaning, house painting, and one-bay auto repair. They are all being eased out by tattoo parlors, chiropractors, and dog grooming stores. The last round of small startups possible in America once found a home here.
A glance in the theater door shows this poster for their 10th Annual V-Day celebration this upcoming January. It's typical, since the women I saw would have to enact such drastic measures to garner any interest using regular wiles. I could not find any photo of Ensler, the author, I wonder why's that? There are plenty of clips on-line of this festival, part of which appears to be women of other cultures stating the noun for their anatomy in their native language. Oh wait, here's the reason, she now goes by the name V. Just V, nothing else, and she writes for The Guardian, meaning I don't really want to see her picture. The New York Times says the play is "probably the most important piece of political theater of the last decade". Funny, I never heard it until today.
I need a break, so for the nth time, I'm going to go over the Sight Reduction navigation method. I know it, but it will not stick, I have to keep the book handy or I forget something every time. There has to be something out there that gives simpler instructions. Yes, I've learned that the curved triangles have complicated math, but I've also learned that the same results can be produced without regard to that curvature. After all, most navigation and charts is done on flat paper. Why is there no book that explains the procedure in a likewise 2D format?
Then, there is MSNBC, says Gutfeld, "Must Sell Network Before Christmas." Here's a topic of which I know nothing, namely television. But I know when viewership drops in half after an election, the station has screwed up big time. And that's a chance media takes when instead of reporting news, they pick sides. A couple of the hosts who, despite never having met Trump, have spent years trashing him are changing sides. All this last minute flipping is entirely expected, since it is well know the corrupt are loyal only to money. That part I know about, I've lived overseas.
ADDENDUM
There's a statistic for you. An even 90% of people who get therapy from a psychologist, psychiatrist, or mental health clinic are liberals. This is according to a poll of the workers, not the medical billing empire. There are also two new contributors to the few news feeds that I regularly log into, if only infrequently. One is highly educated but has some troubles staying in his lane. For example, he is all about helping veterans, but seems unaware the US has a huge veteran population that does not require help, ergo, it is not a veteran issue. The other new guy, he's both smart and clever, and has an ability to think ahead. Very rare indeed for the current generation. He pointed out that while most Americans are for term limits, it also means Congressmen or Senators in their last term would have nothing stopping them from going on a free-for-all, since there would be no consequences. And, he points out, the oldest members would form an easy majority, almost a monopoly. I like the way that guy thinks.
Rather than post the meme as it uses really foul language, some lady posts that women sleep with who they want, men sleep with who they can, so get over it. Some smart ass posted back that men marry who they want, women marry who they can, so get over it. That goes to show you there is always some over-educated boy scout on-line with a wise crack about everything. And he seems to know which articles I read.
And kudos to the guy who sold ordinary brownies at a rock concert for $20 each. He never said there was anything in them, people just assume somebody selling brownies for $20 meant they were loaded. He did not say if he ever tried it a second time from the same location, or if he ever got his head clonked. If you are not sure what happens to people after a clonk, check out that lady Joy with the horrid mouth shape who says to avoid Trump voters on Thanksgiving, or they may turn you in.
