Yesterday I got a wonderful e mail from my old pal and great musician/drummer (notice I put those in two separate categories) David Barneson who had some noteworthy comments to make about the blog after reading through much of it. Of course, being the proud papa of a real cutie (see photo) he took umbrage with my tirade about children, shopping carts, and grocery shopping, and he's right -- "kids in little shopping carts are cute" -- especially his!

I have no complaint about kids riding in little carts -- it's when they are pushing those "shopper in training carts" themselves, or the parent has them in the choo choo train cart that takes up three aisles!

I also pointed out that the now dropped-out-of-the-race Bill Richardson is not from Arizona but New Mexico -- my bad.

My condolences to Barney on the loss of his dog Mattie -- gone three years and still painful to remember. Kim and I are still roughing it with the loss of both our cats. The house is just so different without them. And I sdwear that every once in a while I catch a glimpse of one of them rounding a corner, going out of sight.

The house has ghosts.

So last night I got so depressed I called a help line -- which of course is now located in Pakistan. I told them I was suicidal. They got very excited and wanted to know if I knew how to drive a truck!


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