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Good Evening, MyBloggerstown:
    I lounge here on the foton, watching as the neighborhhod goes about its evening bid'ness. The race car people are working on a new model. I went by the other day and they had a hollowed out frame of a what I assumed was once an automobile and informed me that they were building themselves yet another hot rod.Â
"Yep, this here'll be our fourth 'un" I said "cool" and pretended to be impressed but was thinking "Swell...something else for you to rev up at all hours of the night and disturb my slumber, Luke Duke. Why don't you put yer money to better use and buy Uncle Jesse a new pair of Bib-Alls."Â
    The neighbor kids are playing frisbee in the vacant lot. People with dogs walk by. Cars with boom box speakers blasting rap songs with filthy lyrics disturb the tranquility. No doubt looking for the crack house that is in this neighborhood someplace. The world class drug enforcement team of Devil's Asshole's Finest have yet to ferret out this den of iniquity. All they have to do is follow one of these cars with the ghetto blaster and ta-da. But that would be too much like work I guess.
    Finally got my driver's license renewed. What a pain in the ass. I dug up every possible scrap of identifying paper that I could find and apparently it was enough to convince those pinheads that I was indeed Honey Jasper Bugg and not some international criminal or terrorist bent on destroying the world by impersonating a 55 year old arthritic cardiac case. The whole bid'ness made my ass ache. So when in came time for them to take a new picture (thank goodness...the old one made me look like an escaped mental patient) the nepotism hire behind the camera said "smile". "I AM smiling" I snarled through clenched teeth.  The new picture makes me look like they just dragged me in from the lockup. Oh, well.Â
    The little puke who lives across the hall is outside on the front stoop talking to a couple of his little glue sniffing compadres. How many times can these kids (between 16 and 20 something) use the word "fuck" in one conversation? I thought I was bad. Jees. The world is going to hell and back if these little assholes are our future.  Well, at least he's not in the house blasting his music, tv or what have you.Â
    I really enjoy this time of evening, at this time of year. It's usually quiet and peaceful. I really treasure quiet and peaceful times. I must truely be getting old. I was actually watching a Lawrence Welk re-run the other night. I got one foot in the grave (or in my case, the crematorial urn) and the other on a bananna peel. Â
   Oh, goody. I just turned on the boob tube and found a baseball game. My beloved Dodgers are playing my be-hated Reds. How cool.  I guess the Reds had a special ceremony honoring Ken Griffey Jr. on the event of his hitting his 600th home run. Big whoop. Its 2-0 Dodgers. Joe Torre doesn't seem to be burning the house down as their new manager. I personally think Torre has stayed too long at the fair. Time to retire with dignity. But somehow I don't think he'll be taking my humble advice. Ah, well...go Dodgers!!! Speaking of sports, my "son" Tiger won the U.S. Open yesterday in a sudden death round against some back bencher by the unlikely name of Rocco Mediate. Tiger sunk some impossible putts and once again proved himself perhaps the best there has ever been. It's always exciting to watch him play. They showed pictures of him with his little baby who has or will soon turn one year old. She's a real cutie and looks just like her pop, thank God.
have a good week everyone
reguards
yer die hard pal
bugg
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