Thanks to my friends from Beltrami Island Forest, J&C S. I've been bloging more often lately. I awake each day with ideas buzzing around my head like mosquitoes on a damp morning. But these ideas are too random to grow into a blog, yet I hate to let them all pop in the ether.
Thought 1: I'm going to be 69 in a few days. A nice rotund number. I was born in 1947 and when looking ahead as a kid to the new century, I realized I would be 53 in 2000; an age that seemed creepy and mummy-like. However I have skidded another 16 years beyond 53. I am still fairly nimble, though no warlord would ever recruit me as a child soldier.
2: "What, me scared?" I'm not afraid of the government or the NSA, but I have opened a separate, secret internet account for when I want to look up stuff about Islam or ISIS. I have dealt with the IRS and the Social Security Administration and have seen how one innocent mistake can lead to much gnashing of teeth. Kafka was on to something.
3. "Blue is the color of my true love's hair, in the morning, when we rise..." I used to mix up the words of the old Donovan song, for a cheap laugh. But with blue hair commonplace, no one's laughing anymore. Now that people are tattooed and pierced and f-bombs are going off all over, how does a person stand out anymore. With politically incorrect rants,...or massacres in public places?