OMG OF THE WEEK

Greeting Hairballers,

Sarah Palin’s back at Fox News.  Guess they realized their gravitas went up (slightly) and comedy quotient went down.

Can’t do that to their viewers.

Hairballs,

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TOPS BAR

Greeting Hairballers,

A short fiction offering from WiskeySteps this week.  Enjoy.

TOPS BAR©

WhiskySteps

He went that day, away from the harvest that took all his time.

Looking for a spot to rest, the work had taken its toll.

He was a kind man, who sang at Tops bar every Saturday night. The crowd was overflowing on this eve, not a single soul wanted to leave. Some think he walked away that night after singing at Tops, some folks think he drifted off through time, others knew better, he just wasn't that way.

Twenty years, give or take have passed. People still mention him from time-to-time, just a passing thought, a distant memory.

Tops bar closed with little fan fare, business was slow, but the sign remains, hanging askew over the entrance to the empty building.

Not many people in town anymore, the factory and farms have all shut down. Most who remain are on welfare, nobody cares. Despair has settled in, only memories linger of that life that had been so abundant.

Then one night the light at Tops went on--the tattered wires no longer dead. On this night that dingy sign, that hung loose for as long as folks could remember, came to life and brought a few to tears. Music could be heard softly escaping from time’s tomb, as if the clock turned back to those prosperous years. His voice could be faintly heard crawling up the deserted streets; a curious scent of hot dogs and sauerkraut, Tops favorite fare, was in the air.

People came out of their homes to gaze up and down the street. Were those long forgotten days about to repeat? As quick as it happened that's how fast it did end, the lights flickered out, the music drifted away to the midnight sky and around the bend.

Some said he came back, to offer one last memory of how things used to be.

Hairballs to all,

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OMG OF THE WEEK

Greetings Hairballers,

         A different sort of OMG this week.  It’s an OMG for me—OMG, I’m so lucky.

         Working around tropical storm Andrea, it’s been a week of get-togethers with friends as many prepare to scatter for the summer—one to the Far East and Asia for four months, another to Michigan to sell some property and others to seek cooler climes.

         What struck me is that everyone is bright, interesting and involved.  They not only read books, they write them, design good jewelry (not just bead stringing), paint, sculpt and participate in politics beyond hitting the like button on Facebook.

         Not one person discussed their aches and pains, and god knows we got them.  No one complained about anything or anybody (which is boring as hell).  We laughed and talked a hundred miles an hour.

         Sally’s recounting of her recent trip to the Spoleto Festival has me making plans for next May.

         Fortunately, there will be enough of us still here battling the heat to do things, like taking in a performance of Carmen later this month.

         Perhaps St. Petersburg is a good fit for me after all.  Arizona intrigues me if only I could replace their governor with Martin O’Malley of Maryland, another state I love.

         I’m off to buy water, tuna, batteries (my life seems to run on AAs) and all that other gear for my hurricane kit.

Hairballs!

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DUMB BASTARD AWARD

Greeting Hairballers,

Late again.  Book launches, thunderstorms and hockey games have kept me from my computer.

The award this month hits close to home and goes to—the person unknown who tried to rob Lee Summerall’s car.

Lee lives down Gulfport way in a residential area and had parked on the street by her house over night as usual. In the morning she discovered that the glove box was open, the contents scattered through out and—a cell phone was lying on the passenger seat.

Nothing was taken.  The robber even left the eleven cents that was in the ashtray.  The police came, wrote it up and took the cell phone (a burner from Virgin Atlantic).

That’s the last she’s heard.  Perhaps the police don’t bother with cell phone leaving, unsuccessful buglers, or should I say bunglers.

Hairballs,

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OMG OF THE WEEK II

Hi Hairballers,

Two in one week but could not pass this up.

Both Megyn Kelly and Greta Van Susteren of Faux News have ripped into their male colleagues for their misogynist rhetoric and attitudes.

Brava to both.

Questions:  Will these reporters soon be joining the staff of MSNBC?

                  Do any women still watch Faux News and if so, what sort of self-hating people are they?

 Come back tomorrow for the Dumb Bastard Award for May.

Hairballs indeed,

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