November 3, 2024

Yesteryear
One year ago today: November 3, 2023, you could point at.
Five years ago today: November 3, 2019, every one, watching me.
Nine years ago today: November 3, 2015, tell me again.
Random years ago today: November 3, xxxx, WIP

           By rights, this whould have been a wonerful late summer trip. It wasn't. It turned into a grueling 15 hour trek all along the usual route. TThe traffice was around the same in both directions, which a counted an average of48 cars per mile of road. Anybody who has visited a third world country knows there is not such thing as a relaxing drive on the freeways any more. I hate to bitch but every low-IQ AOL was on the roadway today. I was the usual hour late getting away, which is bad planning this time of the year wen days are so short and the police never seem to clamp down on people with headlights set up too high. All I've got fot you is trip dettails because the first problem was the fuse blew on my cigaretter lighter power plug.
The squirrel that got America off their ass and cost Harris the election.

           There was no time to fix it and as the Hynunda has a brokern CD player, a missing radio antenna, and now no power supply, I'm without anything to help wile the hours along a road I know by heart. Thansk to the sputtering manifold, I have to take the shortest route, which today was 764 miles, that is, 59 miles more than average. I have a partial explanation. I thought, why not connect up the Yeti battery to that old radio in the saw shed, since the CD part still works. Turns out that was two headaches. It only works sometimes. Even sitting on the nice cushione seat, it would cut out on any slight bump on the road and lose its place. So you can start it over, but only at the beginning. The second bad deal is the Yeti. It has ratings whereby it will run a fan for 8 hours, or a light bulb for 24 and so on. So how much electricity should a simple CD player use? Plenty.

           When you plug the Yeti in, the guage says 54 hours remaining. Plug in a CD player and that drops to 7.2 hours, oops, I blinked, 7.1 hours. I have a $400 battery that won't power a CD player worth a shit for a single 8-hour work shift. I figured it might be the old CD unit, so by the time I got to Gainseville, I thought, I'll just stop in Valdosta and buy a cheap CD unit. I forgot my rues that there is no such thing as a quick stop these days. Patting my pockets, I realized I did not bring my business card clip, so forget rounding up Tonio for a brunch or coffee.
           On top of that, I get millennialized. I already know whatever the GPS says, there is only one library in Valdosta and it is closed on Sundays. But I never thought Garmin would like about a post office. It gave me an exact location, on the "4-way" as the locals call the only wide street town.
           Spotting that address as near the closed library, I drive over to find a big parking lot with a Piggly Wiggly in the center. Wanting a cold drink, I zipped inside and bumped into a troop of firemen on their lunch break. Hey, you guys from aroune here? Yep, born and raised. Take a look at this GPS screen. That's what I thought, there has never been a post office on this site. The Piggly Wiggly has been the only building here since 1963. Yep, when the mapmakers can't get the post office right, time for them to find a new career in waste management.

           I resorted to using my little FM transmitter to listen to the disk through the radio because it was clearer. Until the batteries wore down. This was around Macon, where they millennialized the entire freeway. I know the area well and there is a 15-mile bybass route. You gat around five miles into it before you see the sign two lanes closed ahead. You see, if they put the sign back at the turn-off, peoplel who knew the local roads could have avoided that half-hour traffic snarl. The bommom line with so many of these millennidals is their insane need for attention, a result of how their mother's never picked them up. Here is the squirrel picture since it has gone viral on-line. Tbis is Peanut, or was Peanut. Killed by the Establishment.

           TMOR, do not underestimate the seriousness of this pet killing. You do not do that in America. It was a stupid move. The Department Head, Karen “Olga” Przyklek was forced to take down her media account and go into hiding. The pet is the symbol, the outrage is government overreach. In the public eye, ugly women who do evil things are always associated with the Democrat party-and killing that squirrel was the stupidest possible thing.

Picture of the day.
Castle arrow loops.
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           Its election time so gas has dropped below $3 a gallon, I got into town on $95. The last 120 miles, from Soddy-Daisy on, was in pitch blackness. I should get an eye test as bright lights as night bother me more than they used to. Misallinged beams have always been a problem at night on American roads but recently I do not like them at all. I tanked up in Sparta and got into Hermitage at 8:00PM local time. To find the place out of everything that I normally supply. Examples, paper towels, sliced bread, coffee pods. You know that story, they all don use them. Paper is bad, bread has gluten, coffee is a drug, yadda-yadda. But when somebody else buys it, that's a different spin. And dogs have not had a chicken meal since I was last here. Here's Chooks, did not take him long to find the memory foam.

          I walked the dogs separately in the dark, Sammy has lost weight down to a visibly bad condition. Like me, the software is functioning as good as ever, but the hardware is time-worn. He is still very much alive, though often does not know where he is. I put him in a pile of leaves which he loved. But he has to be supervised, he does know know how to find his way, often walking in circles navigating by smell.
           He cannot easily find his way back out of any corners if he gets trapped. All bedded down, I went for a break at the old club, Shooters, where the staff all know me. I've been semi-regular there since 2018. Abeer in a honkytonk in Tennessee is now $5. I took along the bank statements that piled up since I was last here and two ladies came over to check me out. Quickly spotting they were not single or there stag, I ladeled out my usual cover story.

           Be patient for pictures, the Mac does not recognize my camera as a storage device.