There Ain't No Cure For The Summertime Blues...

As I sit here , in what is officially Summer, and listen to the rain outside the back porch..Come On! This is Washington State..Why do you think the Cullins Live here ( sorry for the Eclipse reference...really)I'm thinking there is SO much to say. Jerri and I went to the Fremont Solstice parade ( in the rain) and got to see the Naked/painted bike riders..an adventure that is now in my "Bucket List"..the riding painted that is. We went to a very nice Party that was celebrating the 44th wedding anniversary of a fella that works at Jerri's station...I thought I was back in 1967..and this is not a slam in any way, shape, or form. I was alive in 1967 and there was a certain feeling," Groovy", perhaps? that existed then. This Party had that feel to it. Lots of Music. Anyone who wanted to could get up on the brand new-built stage and "Jam"...ah, The good Old days. Jerri having not been born yet relied on me as a sort of Guide to the event...since I wasn't "Stoned" I did my best to describe what is for the most part indescribable even for those of us who were around back then. But, that is not what I want to talk about. I had a Nephew, his name was Jim ( I called him Jimmy) and he died a month ago. He was Jerri's age. I was married to Janet ( The Ex-Wife) for 25 years and since my Family is all back East, this was my Family for all those years. I really liked them and always felt they accepted me and liked me in return, but since the divorce ( I want to say here the only reason I know how to spell "Divorce" is because of the Tammy Wynette song, which I played 10,000 times during my Radio Career) I have not seen any of these people, or had any contact with them. So there was that....and Jerri said she would come with me to support me in this "Uncomfortable" situation, we would go as a couple..a Team, and do this together. The Family was going to meet the "Other Women" Jimmy had a Ton of friends and the VFW Hall was packed which was a good thing I feel. And what happened, happened...the People I loved the most, accepted me as if time never passed and accepted Jerri, because they knew I was happy and that she was the best "Thing" for me ( or I'd like to think they thought that way). Those who do not have a clue that life is short ( and at an event such as this, makes you wonder)and that there is no time to waste on past stuff that you cannot change...friendly?...not so much. I did get to see "My Boys" though...I'm not really their Dad but I have always felt they were..and I loved them as though they were my own..and we met a new GrandBaby to boot. It was a very bittersweet afternoon. But I'm glad I went, and glad Jerri went with me, and glad it's behind me. There was a wise old Guy, Herb Lehman..the father of my first wife, who said there was an expression in the "speak-easy" days of 1929, "When the wagon comes, they all bums"...meaning if the joint got busted it didn't matter who you where or what you did..the Police we're taking you in. Kinda like death..it "don't matter who you are, or where you're from"..it comes for you...all you can try to do is live the best life you can, love as best as you can.....and try not to pick your nose in Public. That's all folks.

I'm Late,I'm Late for a very Important date...

I have 5 minutes...Yes! it was a fabulous weekend..No, I haven't challenged the Blog Photo-Gods yet to make them bend to my Will...Jerri had her car broken into...and while she was trying to mold a response to a complaint letter I was taking a nap! When I awoke I thought" Egad! I have dropped the ball here!" This is my help to her in that regard: Dear Mr and Mrs X______, We take customer service quite seriously at my Company and at my Station and so I take your unkind comment about one of my employees like a dagger to my heart, one that is twisted ever so slowly, while you watch the agony in my eyes, the blood gushing slowly down my ample chest.( too many vampire books lately, perhaps?) You see, we obtain our employee's newly born, and plant the seeds of "Customer Service" deep into their newly formed brains, ensuring total obedience, a "You're way better than I am" attitude, and "if I leave my lips upon your ass too long I am truly sorry" smile that will not leave their faces. If one of our emplyee's fails to "graduate" from our Breeding Home, they are immediately sent to work at Airport Ticket Front Desks...a fate one one wishes, I assure you. After reviewing the complaint you sent to My Boss and his Boss, The Washington State of ******, I can only come to one true conclusion..You Sir, are cheating on your wife with Goats, and she does not mind at all, in fact if you were to ask her she would be more that happy to join in...I say this with the utmost authority as I have studied the type of persons, with great detail, that cause such grief over 5 minutes of their time ..5 minutes out of two years, and with that knowledge I have also come to know that you don't give a shit about anything but yourself. Rest assure, The Lane Operator in question will be killed and served at the next "Bite of Seattle". We will supply you to what vendor and booth She (He) will be presented, as you may have the opportunity.....Uhm, maybe it's better She didn't get me to help with this letter of apology...Have a Nice Day..and I'm saying this with a "If I have left my lips upon your ass too long I am truly sorry" smile......no, really