A Days Wages For A Gallon Of Gas

Well, panic has lead to a senior citizen run on the gas stations. The whole inventory for western North Carolina is sitting in the tanks of a thousand Crown Victoria's and Grande Marquis. I wouldn't care except I'm flying out of Spartansburg S.C. tomorrow. I saved $200 on our tickets but the 140 mile round trip will probably cost me that much in gas. If I flew out of Asheville I could have gotten there by bicycle. The price of gas was going up 10 cents an hour all day and finally stopped when everyone ran out. I hope there is gas for my plane. I hate to think of us taking off with the little gas tank warning light blinking in the cockpit. It's almost reached hysterical proportions. People are sitting outside their cars with shotguns to scare off the siphoners. Well, I have to go run a trip wire around my Honda's. I think this is going to be one slow holiday weekend. Time to go and call the church. I need them to send the van so I can go to Weds. night service.

Run for your lives it's Katrina

I went to bed watching the big pin wheel bouncing off Louisianna like Sonic the Hedgehog on Fox news. It was like the pre game show for Armageddon. Then I saw a parade of poor people lining up to get in the Super-Dome or the mother ship. They could have at least paid some high school to put on a scrimmage. It seems like all the wealthy people left in their Escalades and Navigators for higher ground. There is something reminiscent of Soylent Green here. The funny part is that Katrina took a sharp right and took out Mississippi which no one cares about as long as the "Big Easy" is spared and Mardi-Gras; the lenten bachannal of hedonism will go on as scheduled. All these rich folk are really in a pickle. The pipelines are shut down and there is no gas for them to get back to the bayou. How come there were no preachers out there on the breakwater rebuking this calamity? Now that the storm has gone down to force II the news reporters are all depressed. They are now stuck with all these hand held wind aenemometers that told us what the wind speed was between the Denny's and Ramada Inn in the French Quarter. But the real damage is not the wind of mother nature, but the hot air of all the 24 hour news stations that has sent all the senior citizens scurrying to the gas stations to fill up thier Crown Victoria's. I think the smartest people are in the super-dome of death enjoying the largest government funded tail-gate party.

You gotta have skills.....man

Now that we are on our third cable tuner box we get free premium channels. It seems like Napoleon Dynamite is on about 4 times a day. I try to watch at least 20 minutes a day just to keep my perspective. It captures life in the west and reminds me of Utah and Nevada. Nevada: where I first heard of people described as flakes. When I try to describe how my neighbor in the trailer park would come over after having a few beers and sing western ballads while playing my Kirby vacuum cleaner no one seems to get it. My best moment in the movie is when he gets hit in the face with the steak while on his bicycle. This is the movie Ben and Jon have to make the a sequel to.

I'll buy American; if you fix it

I'm so excited that all the U.S. car makers are offering us the "family deal". That means the stuff is such crap they can't even lay it off on the relatives. And the space shuttle; it's becoming the Ford Pinto of space travel. Everyone is so excited that they can fix it in space. What a POS! I'm glad I have a Honda. I no longer have to travel with a tool box and a box of fluids and flares.
Another American industry thats in the toilet is the film industry. There hasn't been a decent movie out for a year. People are so desperate they are lining up to see a Penguin flick from France that you would usually watch on the Discovery Channel. Oh well, at least the U.S. still makes a good bomb.

Dog Days of Summer

The days are getting shorter but things are not cooling off. We went for a walk Sunday morning and by 8 am it was 79 degrees. Our p.m. walk was cancelled because @ 7 pm it was 84. Every night we have a thunder storm. We have an early storm warning device called Media-Com Cable. Starting at about 50 miles from Asheville we lose one cable channel with each approaching mile. If the computer goes out it's time to jump under the bed. So far we have blown up 3 modems and two cable tuner boxes. Larry the cable guy seems to be on our street every day.

Soon I hope to be gracing my blog with all the mega-pixels I can. By Friday Allan Funt should be up and running and I'll probably have a hundred digi-photo's of Carol with her hand in front of her face. Maybe I'll just park my tucas in Highlands and take pictures of the newlyweds and the nearlydeads. I'm going to take my new Kodak Easy-Share out to Vegas and make a feature length documentary about the assisted living place my mother is in. My mother refers to it as the Philippino Jail. They seem real nice when I call. My mom describes the food as "allota beans". My Mom's main responsibility is to act as a buffer between these two old guys who keep fighting at the dinner table. It's probably an argument over who got more beans. I'll have to remember to bring a can of Cheez-Whiz for these guys.

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