• Bon Mots and Cheap Shots

    Alert the militia, there’s been a sighting

    Lots of news, some good, some not so good. I’m not sure where we left off, gentle readers. Had my dear old Dad broken his hip? Was I driving to Fairfield every day of my life to the tune of $3.35 a gallon? That was exhausting. Then there was the ill fated trip to Chicago. Yes, I bombed out for the first time in probably three years. The third time in my life. OTOH they had the rules so FUBAR that I really didn’t completely bomb out, but I should have been so I stripped down and sat in the audience only to have my name called for the Dead.…