Okay, I apologize for not updating very often, but sometimes there are, Oh I know you won't believe this, but, sometimes there are more important things that the internet.  Occasionally there are even more important things in life than blogging.  What sacrilege he speaketh!

I also apologize to Daveman in advance, but he seemed capable to be culpable and besides, since he's a young fellow about my age he probably still remembers what the term "sense of humor" means.  Anyone who can link SCTV Comedy Network  from their blog entry MUST be so equipped.

I know most of you have worn a path (a rut, maybe?) from the computer to the bathroom and from the computer to the fridge.  Life is blogging and reading blogs and there is the whole World Wide Web to explore.  Who could ask for anything more?  What more could there be?

Let me take you to another dimension.  A dimension not of bandwidth or of RAM, but of sight (not sites) and sound.  You are about to enter the "Get A Life Zone."  Woo-doo doo-doo, woo-doo doo-doo.

Daveman was a blogger just like any other.  With no real life to speak of, he monitored his friends' blogs and RSS feeds and watched his messenger constantly.  He could barely stand it when he had to type "BRB" and run off to the bathroom and leave his friends in the chatroom.  Since discovering Pizza Hut's online ordering system @ http://www.pizzahut.com/order/ he only had to go to the fridge if he happened to have leftovers.

Little did he know what awaited him in the "Get A Life Zone."

***

And now, this word:

"Word"

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Daveman heard a knocking noise.  Immediately he checked his CPU fan and it was okay.  He thought he had changed his messenger sound, but it wasn't that, either.  The strange noise was coming from a long-forgotten portal in the wall.  The...Oh what was it?...the...d-o-o-r.  Yes...someone was at the door.

The door.  Daveman recalled with some apprehension that the door was a portal to an unknown dimension.  There were no passwords there, no delete button and, he gasped at the thought, no ctrl-alt-del!  If he entered that dimension He had to take...hmmm...what was that called?  Responsibility.  Yes.  He had to take personal responsibility for his actions.

Daveman shouted at the portal, "Daveman's not here, man!"

Daveman recalled how to open the portal.  Slowly, carefully, he opened it a crack.  A bright, shining orb in the...sky...momentarily blinded him.  Herb and Carter the Caveman Cav Man stood there.

"Come on, Daveman, step away from the computer for a minute and stand here on the porch and breathe."

"You know," Carter said quietly, so as not to alarm Daveman, "Being a Staff Sergeant In the U.S. Cavalry, I haven't been able to update my blog since March."

Daveman reeled, almost falling off the steps.

"Better get him a double shot of Geritol; straight up," Herb said, "He doesn't look so good."

Carter explained to him the high quality of self-chiropractic care Dave could give himself just by walking around his block.  Plus, his adventures in this new dimension could fuel his blog entries for the other dimension.  How many of his fellow bloggers had an actual life?

***

And now, this important message:

Savannah Melody Thiel is now 13 lbs, 9 oz and laughs at her grandpa's jokes!

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Daveman wondered in disbelief.  Did people really have a life outside of the blogosphere?  How could he stand that bright shiny thing in the sky?  The warmth of it felt good on his ancient, arthritic shoulders.  He stretched ergonomically and suddenly started recalling the Good Old Days.  Why, he could remember when a computer the size of his house was required to perform the simplest of calculations.  He harked back to his days as a NASA rocket scientist and having to perform functions on a slide rule.  He looked around at this new dimension.  Here was a new adventure, as great as any he had ever played in any D & D chatroom.

He turned to his newfound friends and asked, "If I enter this new dimension, can I ever go back to the blogosphere?"

"Of course, Daveman," Said Herb, "You can enter or exit this dimension, which is called, 'The Real World' at any time."  Herb explained the intricacies of the doorknob to Daveman and how the portal between the two worlds worked.

***

Another interruption:

I had my friend Dale's 3 kids at the house the other day, age 5 - 9.  I was sitting in Margaret's plastic chair and gathered them all around me real close.

"Chris!"  I said, addressing the middle one, "Pull Uncle Herb's finger."

Pull.  Noise vibrating the chair extra-loud.

Laughs, squeals of delight and cheers of, "Do it again, Uncle Herb!  Do it again!  Let me try!  Let me try!"

They had never seen this phenomenon of human physiology before!  See how important it is to get out once in a while?

***

They walked around the block slowly, bones popping and muscles creaking.  All the while Carter talked about Lt Col Custer still being on the rolls of the 7th Cav and Herb blathered on about his dangling participle.

"My bones have never felt this good in a long time," Said Daveman, "It's like they are all rearranged correctly.  I feel right spry!"

Daveman began to kneel down to kiss the feet of his saviors, smelled the stench that wafted through the tough leather of the Army boots of the Staff Sergeant and decided that handshakes all around were in order instead.

Herb and Daveman watched as the Cavalryman fixed his Stetson to his head, mounted up and rode off into the sunset.

"Who was that man in the Stetson and spurs?"  Daveman asked.

"Why, don't you know?"  Said Herb, "That was the Bone Arranger."

Ummm...I know.  The good book says, "Quit horsing around and get back to work."

For up to the minute info on Rebecca Jackson and how she's doing, her mom set up a website.

Go to www.carepages.com

Register (quick, free, pretty painless)

Type in her name as all one word, rebeccajackson

And you can see before and after pictures and other info.

The Good Book Says, "The angel of the Lord encampeth round about them that fear him, and delivereth them."

I don't know how long this paper http://www.canoncitydailyrecord.com/Top-Story.asp?ID=610 keeps archives available but there was a high speed crash in Canon City that involved my daughter's very best friend.  3 teenagers in a vehicle probably going 100+ MPH missed a turn, rolled 3 times and literally wrapped around a sign pole (hope the link works for a few days so you all can see this car.  i'd cut & paste the artice and pic, but there is that silly copyright law to bother with) and she was partially ejected.  She's a pretty girl, but her face is not so pretty at the moment.  She is on a ventilator and they had to drill a hole in her head to relieve pressure from her brain swelling.  We were up there yesterday and she still hadn't regained consciousness.

Remember, Uncle Herb says,

ALWAYS WEAR YOUR SEAT BELT!!!! ALWAYS!!!!

Warning, I don’t know when my computer is going to go down for the last time.  Very soon, methinks.  I turned it on and the display was all weird and my sound is gone.  It is in its last death throes and then I will have to find the means to put it in the shop for a while, so if you come here and I haven’t been around, that could be why.

 

Hmmm….Abby Normal wants a new poll, Ashley wants traffic…I want to make my blog worth taking the time to visit especially since I do seem to be picking up a little steam.  A new poll will take a little thinking.

 

Oh, before I forget, I need to ask someone, is it true that after you have made 100 blog entries you are supposed to do one that is “100 Things You Didn’t Know About Me?”  I mean, I have passed that point a while ago.  This entry appears to be number 118.  Then when do you have to do it again, at 200?  Why not 265?  “265 MORE things you didn’t know about me???”  Believe me, fans, friends, fiends, foes, blogophiles and just plain folks; you do NOT want to know 365 things about me.  Well, I guess I could start a little thing on the side that would have a different factoid about me every day.

 

For instance, let’s see, Okay, let me try this.  Since I’m doing it in Word I can just highlight and delete it if it sounds stupid.  Or just leave it up and give everyone something to laugh at.

 

100 things you (maybe) didn’t know about Herb:

 

1)      I like Western stuff.  Oops, you might know that one, unless you are new here or don’t actually know me.  I guess this can be our introduction.

2)      I like my coffee “hot and black as the hinges of hell.”

3)      I will fearlessly tilt your pinball machine when you are over 100,000 and about to beat my record but then I will be very sorrowful and repentant for the next 27 years until I find out you haven’t forgiven me anyway.

4)      I like to play Civilization III.

5)      I like to play chess.

6)      I am a rotten chess player.

7)      I mean a really, really rotten chess player.

8)      I skipped Third grade.

9)      I hate math.

10)  I only read the funnies in the paper.

11)  I only subscribe to the papers for the funnies.

12)  My perfect breakfast is 3 extra large eggs, over medium, 4 pieces of bacon, 4 slices of toast, a large glass of milk, a large glass of orange or cranberry juice, and gallons of coffee.

13)  This is one of the reasons I am fat.

14)  I usually have cold cereal with milk.

15)  Or McDonald’s # 3 breakfast, Bacon, Egg and Cheese Biscuit, hash browns, and coffee.

16)  I love lasagna.

17)  I love Garfield.

18)  And Snoopy.

19)  I love properly prepared German Potato Salad.

20)  I have a rejection e-mail from an online magazine.

21)  I get discouraged easily.

22)  I get encouraged just as easily.

23)  I have a “Yoopers” coffee mug.

24)  I don’t like giving out a bunch of personal information to total strangers.

25)  When I have to give out personal info to strangers it makes me grumpy.

26)  This is about as personal as you will likely get.

27)  I never intend to offend anyone.

28)  I often offend people.

29)  I can even offend myself.

30)  I shouldn’t get so offended so easily.

31)  I get really mad really easily and fly off the handle and say the first thing that comes out of my mouth.

32)  I almost always regret this.

33)  Sometimes I don’t regret it even a little bit.

34)  I love English.

35)  I love Shakespeare.

36)  I have a terrible head for the mechanics of business.

37)  I like intelligent critiques of my writing.

38)  I enjoy helping others with their writing.

39)  Oftentimes others know more about writing than I do.

40)  One of my best buddies is ugly and his feet stink.

41)  I once kicked him out of my house because his feet stunk so badly.

42)  I have read the “Hitchhikers Guide To The Galaxy” at least 42 times.

43)  I have read all five books in the H2G2 trilogy at least a dozen times.

44)  I have read the complete works of Edgar Allen Poe.

45)  And all of Sir Arthur’s “Sherlock Holmes” stories.

46)  I am working on all of Shakespeare.

47)  I am a Louis L’Amour fan.

48)  And “Hank The Cowdog.”

49)  I don’t understand why a preposition is something a sentence can’t end in.

50)  I can’t believe you made it this far down this list because I am really bored.

51)  I love puns.

52)  I had goose bumps and nightmares when I finished reading “1984.”

53)  I think everyone in the world ought to read it.

54)  And “Fahrenheit 451.”

55)  And “Have Spacesuit Will Travel”

56)  And “Dandelion Wine.”

57)  I don’t like photos of myself.

58)  My computer is five years old.

59)  These entries are getting shorter and shorter because I can’t think of 100 things that might interest anyone.

60)  I have every note, card, or picture that any Sunday School child has ever given me.

61)  Some of these people are adults now.

62)  This is taking a lot longer than I expected it would.

63)  I like to try new things as long as they are explained to me well.

64)  My favorite sandwich is Pastrami and Swiss on Rye.

65)  Or Corned Beef and Swiss on Rye.

66)  I am not superstitious about the number “6” and won’t change my order at a restaurant if the total is $6.66.

67)  I do believe in the Mark of the Beast.

68)  I believe the King James Bible is the Word of God for our time.

69)  I don’t always live by it as I should.

70)  I am a rock, I am an island (just checking to see if you’re still here.).

71)  I despise e-mails that spread Urban Legends.

72)  Or think I am stupid enough to believe them.

73)  I just hate stupid people, I think they ought to have to wear a sign that says, “I’M STUPID” so you won’t bother with them.

74)  Sometimes I need a sign.

75)  I have friends who should have permanent tattoos that say it.

76)  Knock on wood that I am not superstitious.

77)  I am also not superstitious about the number “7” and was at a camp meeting on July 7, 1977 when God was gonna come.  He didn’t.  He will when he wants to.

78)  I should have graduated in 78 instead of 77.

79)  I think retro fashions are hilarious.

80)  I’m glad I saved all my ties.

81)  I love Altoids.

82)  I think Charles Dickens is the author who comes closest to imitating real life.

83)  I think Charlie Daniel’s Soapbox  is a must-read http://www.charliedaniels.com/soapbox/soapbox.asp as is his “Open Letter to the Media from March 4, 2003: http://www.charliedaniels.com/soapbox/03/244.html

84)  I hate TV.

85)  I hate Hollyweird.

86)  I hate Madison Avenue.

87)  I love old-time radio shows, especially the comedies but can’t decide between Fibber Magee and Molly or Abbot and Costello.

88)  Tom T. Hall tells some good stories.

89)  I believe capital punishment is appropriate for some crimes.

90)  I don’t believe abortion is ever appropriate.

91)  I don’t care if you think this is a dichotomy in my nature.

92)  I think pink would be an ugly color for a gun.

93)  I like “Big Band” music.

94)  I love my new car (Thanks Margaret).

95)  I LOVE Coca-Cola.

96)  And Coca-Cola paraphernalia.

97)  And milk straight from the cow.

98)  And Wisconsin Cheese and Butter.

99)  My favorite Bible books are Ecclesiates, Job and Acts.

100)                      I am happy to be done with this list.

 

As the Good Book says, If you get too hung up on yourself you’re asking for trouble.

Haven't found any pictures yet, but we had such a bad hailstorm yesterday, the first day of summer and the end of Springtime in the Rockies, they had to call the snowplows out.  This is not a joke like Abby Normal did on her kids, ( http://funnygirl2.blogdrive.com/archive/335.html ) either.  I hope there are pics on the internet later to show the plows out and about.  They had to do behind the Citadel Mall and also up Carefree Circle N, where Tab's driving classes are.  Our drainage system in the south part of town, especially south Academy is very poor and we were rerouted because of flooding and she was a little late for class.  The joys of higher elevation.  Last week I-70 had what are called "snow-chain rules" in effect.

That was really the second part of the day's adventures; however, the first was going to get Tab's permit from the DMV, oh joy.  She has paid for this driving class herself because she wants to do it and I cannot teach them to drive.  I tried with Ben and I tried with Elizabeth and couldn't do it,  Tabitha took me down to 7-11 the other night and I about croaked.  I was all grabbing the wheel and stomping the floor and shouting, "Stop.  Stop.  Use your brake!  That's a truck!" etc.  It was 4 of the longest blocks in my life.

So, she works, and has her own money and realizes that the only way she will get her license is by taking a class which we can't afford but she can.  Colorado has made the requirements for teen drivers a lot more stringent over the last few years and she has to take a driving course, hold her permit for at least a year and log a minimum of 50 hours of driving time, 10 of which must be at night.

Part of the class is taking the written exam, which she passed with only one wrong.  So, off we go now to the DMV.  There used to be a lot of little local offices all over and you didn't have to drive across town to do business with them, but many offices were closed because the state didn't have money to run them.  Here in Colorado the state cannot just raise more taxes but rather any increase of any tax must be voted on by the people affected.  Kind of nice, really, but sometimes not quite flexible enough.  Point is, they had to close shop and consolidate offices, making for extremely long lines.

The local paper and the Denver papers ran reports recently where a DMV representative stated that the average wait at any office is 28 minutes.  Hahaha!  I thought they could only run stuff like that on April 1st or in the Weekly World News.  The reporters interviewed several people who reported having to take a day off work to get things done there and 4 and 4 1/2 hour waits.  That's more like it.  I decided to test it for myself.

We walked through the doors of the DMV office on Austin Bluffs with what we thought was all the proper paperwork in hand at 12:55.  You stand in a line that is wrapped against itself by those ribbony dinguses so more people can stand in the line inside of the place instead of the way it used to be where the line just went out the door and down the sidewalk.  This line, which is the line to get your number, took us 10 minutes to get through.  The woman asks you what you need and explains the process and gives you a number.  On the little number ticket she writes the time, so they have already shaved that 10 minutes off their average!  It is now 1:05.  We are 757 and they are now serving 732.

We wait and people-watch.  Abigail and I have a lot of with this.  We are amazed at how people are willing to leave their house and what they are going to have their pictures taken in.  Every once in a while they call a number, and sometimes they rattle off a whole string of numbers making everybody breathe a sigh of relief.  Someone got impatient and left or went outside for a smoke or something.

At 1:38, "757!"  We jump up and wave our ticket and holler, "We've got it we're coming" and scramble over people, stepping on children's feet and tripping little old ladies with canes, lest she should shout the next number.  Okay.  We all know teenagers would die of embarrassment if that were the case, so really we just stood up and I made eye contact with the clerk.

Most of the paperwork we had was okay, and things would have gone pretty smoothly, but the paper from the driving school instructor verifying she had passed the test had gone bad.  We were on our way to do this back when the tranny went out on the van and we were stuck on Academy at rush hour.

"These are only good for 30 days."

Drooping, aggravated, frustrated faces.

"You have 2 options.  You can either go back to the instructor and have him validate the form over again, or you can pay the $10 fee and retake the test."

She needs the permit so she can schedule some time with someone who will not grab the wheel and scream stop all the time but will actually be able to teach her something, so we will pay.

She had only gotten 1 wrong on the first test she took, but now she is flustered and this is a different test and she is only allowed to get 5 wrong and she misses 7.  (Did anybody ever used to watch Hee-Haw?  You know the song that Archie Campbell and whatever guest there was would sing, "Gloom, Despair and Agony on me...") The clerk offers to let her correct her answers, but this is not good.  The clerk, having several different versions of this test, offers to let her take a completely new test.  So, she retakes the retake and this time only gets 1 wrong!  Hooray for Tab (and dad who won't have to hear how he should have taken her before the thing expired, etc.)!  It is not 2:05.

There is no waiting for the picture line, so by 2:10 we are saying goodbye to the number lady and heading for the door.

Later that evening, we will go to the driving school through hail and flooded streets and watch in amazement as the snowplows drive along on the first day of summer.

Remember the Good Book says, "As snow in summer, and as rain in harvest, so honour is not seemly for a fool." And "Hast thou entered into the treasures of the snow? or hast thou seen the treasures of the hail..."

Well, Father's Day was nice.  Everyone wishes you well and you are king for a day.  The Wayward one called me and told me she still loves me, so that was nice.  You know, you love your kids but it is ever an amazement to me how DIFFERENT they all really are!  They can be raised in the same household with the same parents and all just be so widely different.

The ladies at church were having a bake sale and Grandma Pike asked one of the ladies to bake something special for me and she paid extra to have a special present to give to me for Father's Day.  A German Chocolate Cake!  Yum-yum!  Margaret had taken me out to lunch Friday and breakfast Saturday and made a special pork roast/stew type of thing for Sunday.

Herb, why are you writing about Father's Day so late?  Well, because I already had my entries thought up and written for the other stuff.  Sometimes I go through a dry time other times I have a lot of ideas.  Well, I always have lots of ideas, but just not always ones to write about.

Did you ever go on the rides at the fair when you were a kid?  Maybe you still do.  The outrageously overpriced amusement parks always have long lines.  Did you ever find one that you and your friend(s) liked that went up and down and round and round faster and faster and when you got off you were all dizzy and wobbly-legged and pukey and you all said, "Let's do that again?!?"  Life is like that sometimes.

Remember, the Good Book says, "Life is like an amusement park ride, full of ups and downs and going round in circles and swearing you'll never ride that ride again but getting right back on it."

I read a good article in the new "Writer's Digest" the other day.  It is the July 2005 issue with the girl on the cover who is holding her laptop as though she just won the $3000 prize in their contest.  Anyway, on page 50 there is an article by a person named Cassandra Hemenway Brush, called "Stolen Goods".  This is a good article.  I subscribe to two writing magazines for different reasons, but one of the things I enjoy about the articles here are that they are concise without being abrupt.

This article is about how to prevent your stuff from being plagiarized.  She gives you six lessons on things you can do to protect yourself from places that use content that they don't have any rights to.  Lesson one, the author gives us the most likely sounding advice of all, she says, Go Google yourself.

She did!  She told me to Google myself...oh...er...this just in... www.Google.com is a search engine.  Okay I knew that, but it still sounds funny.  So.  What is it like to Google yourself?

I Googled my name and came up with well over 14 pages of results!  Wow!  I am one popular guy, right.  Well, I found this blog on page 4 of the results.  I didn't even find my poetry that's on www.poetry.com at all.  I have some opinions about those people too.  E-mail me before you give away your work to them.

Anyway, I was really disappointed.  I thought I would have more fun googling myself.  *sighs heavily*

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After I finished lazing about the ARC store Saturday I went to another of my favorite kinds of spots, a used book store.  This one was the "Book Rack" on South Academy, which is in the same center (what is the difference between a plaza and a mall and a shopping center, etc?) as the ARC and the lady and her cat are very pleasant.  I think cats belong in bookstores and libraries.  Anyway, I love these places, and never do the exchange thing.  I almost never get rid of a book.  If it is so bad that I don't want my children or friends and neighbors to see what sort of trash I have been reading I will usually donate them...

Back to the bookstore.  If you come to Colorado Springs, there are a plethora of new and used bookstores to choose from.  I guess I should say, "From which to choose" so I don't use a preposition to end the sentence with.  This one is pleasant, but not the biggest.  I discovered a little gem that you have heard of.  It's called, "Everything I Really Need to Know I Learned In Kindergarten" by Robert Fulghum.  Now I have seen this done as a poster with multitudinous rip-offs and satires including all I need to know I learned from my...Dog, Cat, Pig, Cow, Cheese, Bratwurst, 00 Dodge Intrepid which goes too fast, ummm, okay, so maybe I haven't seen ALL of those.  But this is a wonderful little book.  Much better (in my opinion) than the Chicken Soup books, but maybe written for a different purpose, too.

If you see it, pick it up and give it a read.  It's one of those things that you can just open up to a page and start reading and get a little something.  It is sometimes a little syrupy and not good (or possible?) to read all the way through in one sitting, but a definite must-read.  The stories are short and read like a blog (There's a silly idea some joker will come up with.  A blog that you can carry with you everywhere you go, like, take some sheets of paper, bind them up somehow, maybe you could twist a wire through the sheets to hold them together and put cardboard or plastic covers on the ends to protect them.  Then you could make a stylus like the one you use with your Palm, only fill it with ink.  You could then, here's the silly part, write directly on the paper and not even use a computer at all.  Just print directly to the paper!  Am I a genius or what?)  And are (That was kind of a long parenthetical break, wasn't it?  I wonder what the longest in literature has ever been.  Soliloquies <spelled that myself> should count, but if not, I wonder if there is a World's Record for it.  It would have to take less time to break than crawling 33 miles and be easier on the knees.  My English teacher abhorred the use of parentheses and said that if it wasn't important enough to the piece to make its own paragraph or sentence, it probably should not be included.)  Quick and sometimes humorous, sometimes (She said your readers will forget what you were saying and have to go back and sort through all that junk) poignant.

I opened it up just now and read a story about an idea for a crayon bomb to bring world peace.  I like this little book.

Remember, the Good Book says, "Flush."  Well, okay, it says to go outside the camp to a designated spot with your shovel and do your business and bury it, but I say you can shrink it down to one word of advice, "Flush."

Happy Father's Day to everyone!  I hope every dad gets exactly what he wants today and not exactly what he deserves.  You dads know what I mean.

Similar to Carter's favored sport of Dumpster Diving is my favored sport, Thrift Store shopping.  I was at the ARC store on the south end of town near the Church.  Not long ago we went to the Goodwill in Old Colorado City and found a CD of the original Broadway cast of Fiddler on the Roof!  At Borders this was 14.99, at the Goodwill it was 2.99.  I love Fiddler on the Roof!  Right now I am typing in tune to the rhythm of "Tradition!  Tradition!"  "Without our traditions our lives would be as shaky as a fiddler on the roof."  5 Daughters!  Poor Reb Tevye.  "It's no shame to be poor, but it's no great honor, either."  If you ever get a chance to see it, even an abridged version like they do at certain dinner theaters, you should.

I would love to see the Veggietales do, maybe, Veggie on the Roof.  Bob and Larry and Junior Asparagus' mom and dad, singing "Traditions."  Maybe Junior singing, "Miracle of Miracles."  "The Rumor", is already kind of in that one Veggie song where the rumor weeds tell a story.

I digress.  Let's get this digression out of here before somebody steps in it.  Anyway, I get lost in the records, recalling how careful you had to be with the vinyl disc.  And album art!  And, of course, albums that had been greatly coveted at one time.  I found several Smothers Brothers albums one time and of course I recorded them to tape.  There is something about listening to a phonograph record and looking at the album cover, reading the liner notes, even the ads for other records from that company.

I like having time to dawdle and diddle-potz.  I saw a pair of Tony Lama boots for 12.99, but they were size 11 1/2 and I were a 10.  Probably my favorite section is the books.  This is where you have to really take time and look at every title.  Books are the most amazing study of all.  When you are at a thrift store you have to remember that the people who are shelving the books do not necessarily know or care if they are in the correct category, so sometimes you have to really look at every book.  At the ARC they have people who are just working to put in time for community service (Yes, Soosan, some people actually get in trouble for driving too fast.  Wonder if any Mounties caught her while she was in Canada?)  And don't always have the best attitude toward their work.

So, you have to scan the titles and pull books off the shelf and hold them in your hand and read the title and page through it.  Some books from the fifties and sixties seem silly now but sometimes you can find some jewels.  Today I found a book by the Cowboy Poet, Baxter Black, called "Horseshoes, Cowsocks and Duckfeet" for 1.50, and Bowdrie's law by Louis L'Amour for .35!  I saw something else that caused me to wonder.

There on the Science Fiction shelf was Vladimir Nabokov's "Lolita."  Here is a book that has pushed a lot of buttons in its time.  For those in my foreign audience that may not be familiar with this work, it is about a middle-aged man who falls in love/lust with his young (12, maybe?)  Step-daughter, has an affair with her and the whole thing ends with a murder.  I may not have all the details exactly right because I have never actually read it myself but I have read enough about it.  It is one of THOSE books that libraries are constantly called into question about.  I suppose it must have some literary value as it does wind up in the library.  You can do an online search of your library's card catalog and see if you have it.  Pikes Peak Library District does.  They even offer an annotated version.  I don't think I want to go there in a family blog!

When I was young there was a section in library that you could only go to if you were eighteen.  I would suppose it would go somewhere like that, but perhaps I am naively mistaken.  The library is very much like Alice's Restaurant, you can get anything you want.  Did you know that the complete writings of the Marquis De Sade are available?  Oh, stop it.  I haven't read it, either or American Psycho, for that matter, which I did read excerpts of in the newspaper and was pretty shocked.

I had a point in all that, but I don't think it had anything to do with library policies.  But seriously, while a PUBLIC library (emphasize public versus school or private) ought to be a repository of all learning and literature, I do wonder now if our library system does have any safeguards in place to protect the underage from accessing some of these materials.

Oh, sorry, more digression.  Anyway, there she was, on the Sci-Fi shelf at the ARC.  I don't want to read it and even if I did, if I were to bring such a thing home, I might as well pack up the old kit bag and march right on back out the door because Margaret would never tolerate such rot.  It did set me to thinking about the freedom we often take for granted, the Freedom of the Press.  Not too many countries where such a book on such a concept could be allowed to be published.

I also wondered about who might have donated it and why?  Do you ever do that?  Wonder about why someone would donate, oh, anything really, but especially books?  Okay, "The Writer's Markets" 1972 edition, yep.  An 1898 printing of Jules Verne's "A Tour of the World in Eighty Days" with a valentine stuck in it (I picked this up one time for .75).  And Lolita?

"Honey, I'm home from the bookstore.  You should see the great book I picked up!"

"Mm-hmm.  That's nice dear.  What was it?"

"Oh, just some little murder mystery thing."

"Mm-hmm.  What is it dear?"

Sounds of rage drift down the block...crashing dishes, thuds, bangs, whacks...the police arrive as the man is being tossed off his porch, still clutching the bag from the bookstore, his wife, sweety-face, screaming at him that he better take it back to the store and get a bird book or he might as well not come back.

In the hospital where the man is getting his jaw wired back together the little man asks the nurse to dispose of the book for him.  The nurses all take turns reading it on break (Okay, so now you know this is fiction.  Whoever heard of a nurse getting a break.  Gotta work on my characterizations, some, but, alas, I am too far into my little story to turn back, now) and they wind up telling one of the doctors about it, who remembers that he has a bag of things his wife had given him to donate to the thrift store and offers to take it along with him.

Well, except for the nurses getting a break and having time to read, it could have happened that way...

Remember the Good Book says, (You guys may not remember when I started saying this, but it was after I saw Fiddler on the Roof and copied Reb Tevye's saying...sometimes serious, sometimes not so) "I will set no wicked thing before mine eyes"

(Okay, so I didn't get this posted until Tuesday, yesterday WAS Monday the 13th, after all.)

Greetings, fans, friends, fiends and foes.  I haven't got much to say, but as you know, that has never stopped me from saying it before.  (Soosan, There was an article in the new Writer's Digest about writer's block possibly being laziness, go figure)  I guess some random stuff.  I have a couple of ranting tirades I could go on, but actually I am in a pretty good mood today.

Well, blogophiles, I wound up at the main blogdrive screen, www.blogdrive.com because my password had expired or something and glanced at the "blogdrive favorites" list.  One that caught my eye was called, "Abby Normal."  It sounded interesting and it was.  A veritable plethora of subjects all looked at with a good-natured mild humor.  Exceptionally well-written and articulate, http://funnygirl2.blogdrive.com/ is definitely a must-read.  Not a lot of slow-loading graphics to bog you down, either.

Some blogs and websites are so full of graphics and fancy little gizmos and gewgaws that by the time the page loads I can't figure out what you meant to say.  Sometimes a simple smiley is better than a rocket full of fireworks.  Like writers who feel they must emphasize every line with an exclamation point or several!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  I mean, really!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anyway, the variety and readability is equal to that of Sam's blog http://samsam.blogdrive.com/ which I read every day.  In fact, Sam's I went back and read all of his entries from the very beginning and I am going to try that with this new one.  As time permits, of course.

I am loving the new car.  A double-ought Dodge Intrepid.  It is wonderful and such a joy to drive.  Soosan, http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=sbalak will be interested to know that it is way too easy to go way too fast in this car.  I barely touch the accelerator and find myself going along at 65, feeling like it's 20.  It has some "oomph" to it.  I haven't had opportunity to "see what this baby can do", but she ain't no slouch, that's for sure.

So, any triskaidekaphobics out there?  It is Monday the 13th as I am sure that Garfield will quickly point out today.  Oh, and yes I did spell Triskaidekaphobia by myself, thank you very much Ashley http://ashleylintner.blogdrive.com/ . 

Some other blogs I read are (this is not a complete list, of course):

http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=CrzyTexasChiq

http://nicoler.blogdrive.com/

http://jincruise.blogdrive.com/

http://clintsday2day.blogspot.com/

http://skullbone.blogdrive.com/

http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=kelbel53185

And don't forget to read the assorted writings of my various friends on http://herbsfriends.blogdrive.com/ All you have to do is ask and I will invite you to write on it.

 Well, I will not get this posted if I don't post it so I am going to post it.

Remember the Good Book says, "In the Beginning God..."

The van is officially going to cost more to fix than what it is worth.  With the tranny, master brake cylinder, door that won't shut and coolant leak it will cost over $4000 to fix.  It was given to us for a thousand and the blue book value is not that high.

Now what?  Well, now we are going to buy one from the guy we have been renting from.  If you need a rental car when you are in town for the Heritage Conference (or not, Soosan) I would have to recommend "AA Auto Rental."  Not only are they honest and fairly priced, they also will work with cash and debit cards.

Anyway, the car we are getting is a 2000 Dodge Intrepid.  It is a nice, full-sized car that fits grandma's walker, the hot-rod Hugo, in the trunk and can seat the five of us comfortably, especially if we are going a short distance, like to church.  We might could take a longer trip in it, though.

This is the newest car I will ever have owned.

*****

Something I have been reflecting on is a story in the paper about a U.S. Army sergeant in Iraq who saw a grenade tossed in the middle of his men and without stopping to even think about it, he threw himself right on top of it and saved his men.  He gave his life for his men.  The U.S. military is made up of thousands upon thousands of men and women just like this.  How could someone not be proud?