Monday, April 05, 2010

Only Visiting

Ahh, three weeks in Florida and Myrtle Beach, the east coast’s honky-tonk heaven, totally unplugged. We left the PC home, turned off the cells, no cable, no dish, and returned to a much simpler time, you know, circa 1980? We shared time with great friends, rode or motorcycles, and sunned on superb beaches. Enjoyed the St. Petersburg Times, one of the finest small market newspapers in the country and ate fish sandwiches that would close down Rudy’s.

So, in deference to good judgment, better taste, and a renewed appreciation for everything un-electronic, I withdraw from wasting your time and mine discussing professional sports including the Yankees who, despite last night’s fiasco, still meet the financial criteria – are there any others? - of a “professional” team. That also includes all of the young employees, aka student(???)-athletes, of the teams comprising the worst Final 4 in history, and that effervescent fellow The-Robot-Known-As-Tiger Woods who will soon be teeing it up at that fine vestige of 1850 plantation living in Augusta, where men are Ivory Soap pure and women excluded.

I may drop by from time to time to make sure Picasner is dropping hand grenades down appropriate shorts and to check exactly when, during the coming season, his head explodes.

Pray for the success of the Yankees. I would hate to lose another dear friend.

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