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Retirement is not without Hassles: Relearning #327

With  the Daylight Savings time shift, my morning run was not in total darkness, as had been the case during the past several weeks. I fought off the congestion and the cold, damp temperatures to complete day 3235 (8.857 years) of my running streak. I did spend two mornings on the treadmill this past week, trying to avoid the winter chill, and only ran the minimum mile at 4 a.m. on Saturday before the trip to Seattle for a baseball card show.

I had overlooked the Spanish-American War in what I’m now calling my “Retirement Study of War.”  The Ken Burns documentary about the Roosevelt family reminded me of Colonel Teddy Roosevelt and his Rough Riders, and their heroic role in the “Siege of Santiago,” that eventually led to Spain’s surrender to the United States and Cuba’s independence.  TR’s “war hero” status vaulted him into the Vice-Presidency, and soon made him the youngest President in history following McKinley’s assassination.  However, the liberation of Cuba would come back to bite us in the future, as Communism began to spread throughout the world.   It was just another reminder of U.S. history studies that I have forgotten through the years, but am relearning in my first year of retirement.

One Roosevelt led to another, as the two cousins representing opposing Political Parties controlled the Oval Office for a combined total of two decades.  Neither of them lived to be as old as I am now, having died at age 60 and 63 respectively.  Theodore, both young and popular, busted up monopolies, built the Panama Canal, and restored our natural resources.  It was even more of a “family affair” once cousin Eleanor agreed to marry Franklin.   FDR died during his record fourth term in office, leading America through the Great Depression, Prohibition, and World War II.  His legacy includes the “New Deal” that focused on Relief, Recovery, and Reform.

I used our Columbia Employee store invitation yesterday to upgrade my retirement uniform. (See Post #150).  I bought new jeans, new long-sleeve tops, and even a few reversible collared shirts that will give me a more “dressed-up” look, even if they’re just a step up from wearing pajamas.  They also have snaps rather than buttons to aid the loss of dexterity in my fingers.  Even though the shirts are flannel, As a Midwesterner, I still wasn’t ready for the plaid “lumberjack look” of the Northwest, so I settled on boring solid colors.  I also bought another water-proof jacket for running, taking advantage of new technology in fabrics and design.  I remembered the words of a friend, “the older we get, the more technology we need.”

The “Houston Strong” inspiration from the World Champion Astros obviously played a role in the Houston Dynamos upset of the Portland Timbers in the playoffs.  I.U., my alma mater, continued their undefeated soccer season with a victory over Penn State this morning, and will face Ohio State on Friday, so I still have a reason to follow soccer at least until college basketball season gets interesting.  Both Indiana and Oregon have already lost their way in football.  On a more hopeful note, the Portland Trailblazers show some promise early in the season.  Baseball is four months away!

I’ve eaten massive quantities of chocolate over the past week, justifying my “chocoholic” addiction with the “feed a cold” maxim.  Years ago the claim was “starve a cold,” however, it’s been proven the body needs energy to fight off those nasty germs.  Either way, there was a big bowl of candy bars left over from Halloween, and someone had to eat them.  It’s been hard to walk by that bowl without stopping!

Old Sport Shorts: Astros #324

The American League (AL) Houston Astros win the World Series, putting the finishing touches on the 2017 season.  The move to pick up Justin Verlander caught my attention at the end of August and made them a serious contender.  The only good thing for me is that once the Cubs were eliminated, all the talk focused on the Astros last trip to the World Series in 2005 where they were swept by my White Sox.  It was probably the only time in the last 12 years where the White Sox got some attention and respect.  I was living in Illinois during that World Series and was able to attend two of those games at Cellular One on press credentials.  Even I had forgotten that great moment in Chicago White Sox history, until the National League (NL) Astros clawed their way back into the Fall Classic, enabling them to become the first franchise in MLB history to have won a pennant in both the NL and the AL.

They were the second franchise in recent history to have weathered a storm.  In 2005, just before the White Sox won the World Series at the expense of the Astros, Hurricane Katrina wiped out New Orleans and became the ultimate driving force for the Saints to win the 2009 Super Bowl over the Colts.  The 2017 Houston Astros, wearing uniform patches that read “Houston Strong,” also rallied from the devastation of Hurricane Harvey to bring their city a title, after several frustrating one-hundred-loss seasons.

I lived in Austin, Texas for 5 years and was exposed to the Astros organization through their minor league affiliate, The Round Rock Express.  I would drive to Houston for games when the White Sox or Cubs were in town.  The team was established in 1962 as the Houston Colt .45s and entered the National League as an expansion team.  The name was changed to the Astros in 1965, reflecting Houston’s role as the control center of the U.S. Space Program, when they moved into the Astrodome.  

Before the Colt .45s, Houston’s professional baseball club was the minor league Houston Buffaloes, a Chicago Cubs affiliate, established in 1888.  They played at Colt Stadium that eventually became the temporary home of the Colt .45s, as the Astrodome, the world’s first domed sports stadium, was being built.  Fittingly, the inaugural season started with a three-game sweep of the Cubs.  Once the Astrodome was completed, they discovered that grass would not grow in the new park and as a result an artificial turf called “Astro-Turf” was created.  The new team won Division Titles in 1980, 1986, 1997, 1998, 1991, and 2001, and Wild Card berths in 2004, 2005, and 2015, but had never won a World Series in its 45 year history, until they beat the Dodgers in Game 7 yesterday.

The 2005 team had the “Killer B’s” – Biggio, Bagwell, Berkman, and Burke – to win the Wild Card on the last day of the season, despite being 15 games under .500.  They then went on to defeat the Braves and Cardinals to eventually face the White Sox.  By that time, they had abandoned the Astrodome and had been playing in their new retractable-roof park, Minute Maid, since 2000.  They would stay in the American League until 2013.

The Round Rock Express was an Astros Triple-A affiliate from 2005-2010, and then switched to the Texas Rangers in 2011.  Former Astro pitcher, Nolen Ryan “The Ryan Express,” bought the franchise in 2000 and built the Dell Diamond to initially house his Double-A Texas League’s Jackson Generals.  He eventually got the Astros affiliation after a switch with New Orleans.  Roy Oswalt, Hunter Pence, and Roger Clemens are notable Express alumni that played a role on that 2005 World Series runners-up team.  The Ryan family was very involved in the Austin community and founded “R Bank,” an account of mine when I worked for the Austin Business Journal.  I have an Nolen Ryan autographed baseball with his picture and #34 from a game I attended.  His legacy included a record seven no-hitters, 12 one-hitters, and 18 two-hitters, but never pitched a perfect game.  Nolen Ryan is currently an executive advisor to Astros’ owner, Jim Crane, and was inducted into the Baseball Hall of Fame in 1999.  The Round Rock Express is listed by Forbes as the sixth most valuable Minor League Baseball team with a value in 2016 of $40 million.

Old Sport Shorts: World Series #321

Once again, baseball has snuck (or sneaked) into the month of November and the entire season boils down to one game.  Last year, I was in Chicago, hoping for a Cubs victory in Cleveland.  This year, the champion will be determined in Los Angeles, a stadium that I visited twice this year.  On the last occasion, the Cubs fell short in Game 1 and never recovered the chance to go back-to-back.

“Mr.  October,” a title once claimed by Reggie Jackson, has evolved into Derek Jeter’s role as “Mr. November,” as the baseball season pushed back later and later into the year.  November baseball started in 2001 with the Yankees and Diamondbacks.  The game actually started on Halloween night but extra innings took it past midnight.  Jeter hit the walk-off homer in the bottom of the 10th.  That series continued until November 4th.  The 2009 series also finished on November 4th with the Yankees once again winning it all, only this time against the Phillies in 6 games.  In 2010, both Game 5 and the Series went to the Giants on November 1.  Finally, the last two Cubs’ victories against the Indians last year were in November.  After tonight’s World Series finale and a new “Mr.  November” potentially crowned, eleven November games will have been played.

Judging from all the facial hair sported by current baseball players, “Movember” came early this year.  It’s typically a month-long campaign to create awareness for men’s health issues, but everyone in baseball that can grow a beard already has one.  Without a doubt, regardless of the outcome of tonight’s game, I vote for Justin Turner of the Dodgers to be “Mr. Movember.”

Retirement is not without Hassles: The Numbers #310 = 4

I had another “66” moment yesterday, as I continue to be reminded of my age. We were at Coeur de Terre winery to pick up our member shipment, and I was having a discussion with the owner. Music was playing in the background but I really didn’t notice until Nat King Cole started to sing “Route 66.” It caught me by surprise, and I pointed the coincidence out to my wife, further adding to the number of times my age number of 66 has surfaced in the past few months.(See Post #302).

In the study of numerology, the “Angel Number 66 is a message from the angels to put your faith and trust in the benevolence of the Universe as your daily needs are continually met.” Some consider it to be “a powerful number of unconditional love, healing and faith and trust in the Devine.” Others say that it “shows a double 6th sense and an ability to connect with others.” Words are converted to numbers by adding them together.  A=1, B=2, C=3….J=10 or 1, K=11 or 1+1=2….Z=26 or 2+6=8.  Words that add up to 66 include Discipleship, Resurrection, Spiritual Work, and Transformation.  Technically, 66 breaks down to:  6+6 =12, a master number of learning spiritual lessons, and even further to 1+2=3, referring to the Trinity, meaning you’re receiving divine protection, help, and guidance.  You find your personal numerology number by beginning with your full birthdate, adding the digits together after reducing them to a single digit.  Mine is August 27, 1951 or 8+9+7=24 and 2+4=6.  My life path is a 6 – The Nurturer.  I apparently was meant to by my own boss – so retirement has given me a chance to be just that, except for my wife!

The only numbers I was worried about today was my annual property tax statement, showing that our taxes had gone up 9.2 percent when compared with last year.  Our property value only went up about 3%.  It’s inflation like this that concerns retirees on fixed incomes.  With a working wife, our household income isn’t yet susceptible to the growing costs of staying in The Rose City.  Hopefully, our dollars are going to support a retiree in the Portland area education community.  The letters RCTID are on billboards all over town, and the battle cry of the Timbers Army, who we saw in action today.  Rose City Till I Die will not be the case with these levels of tax increases.  RCTIL is more like it – Rose City Till I Leave!

My wife and I wrapped our Portland Timbers Army scarves around our necks for the big game today.  Only soccer fans sport scarves, an element of the unique tradition of this game that is universally known as futbol.  I immediately spotted #66 for the Vancouver White Caps opposition; the biggest man on the pitch, Ali Ghazal.  Since he really stood out, I was immediately concerned that he might be a factor, but the Timbers ultimately prevailed 2-1.  Soccer is filled with chants, mysterious abbreviations, and lore.  For example, the 80:00 minute mark is celebrated with the song, “You are my Sunshine.”  It’s done in remembrance of the daughter of original mascot Timber Jim Serrill, who died at the tender age of 8.  Currently, Timber Joey celebrates each Timber goal by sawing off a slab of log with a chainsaw.  The trophy is then presented to the goal-scorer in a post-match ritual.  Today’s ceremony also included the presentation of the Cascadia Cup.

The Cascadia Cup honors the rivalry between the Portland Timbers, Seattle Sounders, and Vancouver White Caps.  The Timbers won it in 2009, 2010, and 2012, so it’s been 5 years since the cup has been claimed by Portland.  In the 2015 Championship season, the Timbers actually finished a distant last in the running for the 2-foot-tall silver cup.  Honestly, I hadn’t been to a match since early in that Championship year, so this was a good game to attend.  Everyone waves and twirls their scarves to honor the playing of the “Star Spangled Banner,” and in this particular game to “O Canada.”  In other sports this tradition might be considered disrespectful, especially in lieu of the recent hubbub over kneeling or sitting during the anthem.

Caleb Porter is the successful coach of the Timbers, a fellow Indiana University grad, who played on the soccer team from 1994 to 1997.  He was also an assistant coach for the Hoosiers from 2000-2005 and helped guide the school to two of their 8 NCAA Championships.  Porter, himself, starred on IU’s 1994 squad that lost 1-0 to Virginia for the national title.  This year, Indiana is currently the #1 team in the country, undefeated through 16 games, and allowing only 3 total goals.  In fact, their scoreless-minute streak reached an incredible 922:28 minutes.  The last time they were undefeated this far into the season was 10 years ago in 1997 when Porter was an IU Senior.  As a fair weather fan, I typically follow soccer when the football season looks hopeless and basketball hasn’t started yet.

 

Retirement is not without Hassles: Old Fashioned #308

This afternoon’s “Leadership Meeting” went well. We’re not really sure how many participants it takes to form a “Leadership Convention,” but the most that have attended at one meeting has been six. I’m the self-proclaimed leader of organizing these weekly leadership meetings. Most of the attendees are former business leaders, but we do include a couple of current workplace leaders to remind us how good it is to be retired.  It also keeps us up to date on the state of the current work environment, so we don’t get completely out of touch with the business world. We often talk about comings and goings, which include those who unfortunately pass away, as we enter the obituary stage of life – where we check the daily obituaries to make sure that we’re not in there. I mentioned to the other attendees today that a former Indianapolis business leader, a former radio station General Manager, lost his battle with cancer earlier this week at the disturbing age of 66 – my age. It makes you feel very vulnerable, and you can only joke about it, while feeling fortunate to still be alive.

I still having trouble remembering to use only one space between sentences, having the old-fashioned way of including two spaces exposed in a recent article.  My wife also pointed out that I was wasting paper, shelf space, and binders to print copies of this blog.  My old fashioned way of thinking does not allow me to trust the cloud, preferring to have a printed record of each of my blog posts. I’m probably also a bit vain, thinking that my son might someday want a copy of my musings.  I would love to have a written diary or a record from my mom and dad, even though they did leave me an overabundance of family and personal photos. My sister has my dad’s war diary somewhere in her possession, but has yet to find it. Even though these hand-me-downs weren’t meaningful a few years ago, I’m glad I didn’t dispose of them. I feel that part of retirement is taking the time to organize family history, and to write about personal experiences, hoping they just might be interesting to others.

The Cubs have been eliminated, so that gives me less to write about.  It was a great season, filled with hope about back-to-back good fortune, The Dodgers put an end to that pipe dream, but gave themselves a chance to end their own 29-year drought of not winning a World Series. The Houston Astros are currently avoiding potential elimination by the Yankees as I write.  Watching baseball provides a great opportunity to multi-task, not having to totally focus on the screen.  You can even many times take a nap and not miss a thing.

My wife came home and took a nap after a long week of work.  It reminded me that the weekend is here. It’s still hard to believe that I no longer have to look forward to them, with the exception of spending more time with her. I didn’t even know it was Friday today until I had to dodge some neighborhood trash containers during my run this morning.  Hopefully, the rain will hold off and the dogs will get a little more exercise this weekend.  They are not as content as I am to hang around the house all day, and look forward to their weekend jaunts through the nearby park. Happy weekend everyone who’s not retired!

 

Old Sport Shorts: Cubs Win #307

The Cubs won their first game against the Dodgers last night, hopefully it won’t be the last in their quest for back-to-back Championships. Javier Baez was the hero, clubbing two home runs, to go along with Jake Arrieta’s stellar pitching performance.  They get to play another, but still badly in a hole. I thought it was interesting that the announcers talked about the fact that Arrieta had just tied “Three-Fingers” Brown for the most Cubs post season victories. (See Post #2).  I think it was an unfair comparison.  Mordecai “Three Fingers” Brown pitched for the 1906-1908 Cubs, losing their first World Series to the White Sox and then rebounding with back-to-back titles against the Tigers.  That was the last time that the Cubbies found the magic to win consecutive titles, with last year finally ending an 108-year drought of just winning one.   Back then, there was only the regular season and the World Series, not the Wildcard, League Championship series, and World Series that count towards post-season stats.

It’s not easy to go back-to-back.  The Yankees hold most of the records here winning 5 straight 1949-1953, 4 straight from 1936-1939, 3 straight from 1998-2000, and two straight 1927-28 & 1961-62.  The last National League team to do it was the Cincinnati Reds 1975-76, and the only other team to win 3 straight was the Oakland Athletics 1972-74. Besides the Cubs, the only other two time winners were the Philadelphia Athletics 1910-11 & 1929-30, the Boston Red Sox 1915-16, New York Giants 1921-22, and the Toronto Blue Jays 1992-93.  Only 8 baseball clubs in history have done it!  The odds are against the Cubs, as they face elimination tonight.  The Cubs, by the way, have now won five consecutive elimination games!

It was not a convincing victory against the Dodgers last night, but it was a start.  Arrietta gave them seven strong innings, holding LA to just one homer.  Puig was not a long ball threat for once against Cub pitching, but Turner has continued to be a problem.   Cubs relief pitching is giving up twice as many runs as starters, and that’s why the champagne is on ice in the Dodgers’ locker room.  Not to mention, 26 Dodger walks in the first four games.  It’s the Cubs job to keep the corks from popping.  At any rate, it was good to avoid the sweep and to Fly The “W” one last time.  Can we keep it flying?

Retirement is not without Hassles: Rain Woes #306

Portland is crying again after a long, beautiful summer. Fall here is when the rain starts “Falling” and it won’t stop until Spring. We typically get to skip the snow and ice from my years living in the Midwest, but that was not the case this past year. We’ve covered the patio furniture, put out the pumpkins, and can only hope for warmer rainfall this year. I was soaked to the bone on my run this morning, and never saw the light of day.  It can be quite depressing here without the sun, only to rely on my Happy Lamp and double doses of Vitamin D3.

My wife made arrangements to attend “The Mighty Endeavor – Veteran’s Legacy” at Stoller Winery in a couple of days, plus a Timber’s game on Sunday afternoon. In a week from now we’ll leave for New York City, so being a homebody again this week has been a pleasant break from flight schedules and hotels. My wife thinks that I sit here and watch TV all day, but I’ve rather enjoyed the Longmire Series on Netflix. I’m finally getting my moneys worth out of cable. Besides, Sheriff Longmire has enough energy for all of us, but they want him to retire. The new season starts on November 17 and by then we will have returned from both New York and Indiana.  I also have a credit for American Airlines that I have to use by the end of the year, and have to find a mid-week flight somewhere.

I’ve been asked by a former client to help him market his father’s book, “Willing to Die,” about their family’s flight from Bulgaria to freedom here in the United States. His business provides service dogs to veterans, so I would like to offer some suggestions, maybe trying to tie-in with this event we’re attending this weekend. It’s a good book with a heroic message, but I haven’t found any success for myself in the publishing business, let alone assisting others.

Tonight is Date Night, having shifted days to accommodate yoga classes. With my days of the week only relevant to my wife’s work schedule, it only serves to further confuse me on what day it is.  She did agree to go someplace with a television in the background tonight, so that I can monitor the Chicago Cubs, on their seemingly impossible quest for back-to-back World Series titles. We attended the first game of the Dodgers series last weekend, but this year’s version of the team is frustrating to watch. The dogs will be glad that I’m watching it somewhere else than home, after last night’s outbursts. (Post #305).  They had a tough day “dodging” the rain drops on their short outings – so they’re not for the Dodgers either!

 

 

Retirement is not without Hassles: Game Day #305

I am watching television, wishing for a Cubs rally.  I yelled out loud in the first inning and the poor dogs scattered, thinking I was “barking” at them.  Temper…temper!  Tinker already had a tough day, fighting an infection that led to another $750 vet bill.  I’m not sure she understands that I’m retired and on a fixed income.

I’m nearly finished watching five seasons of Longmire on Netflix.  I haven’t been as hooked on a TV series since Walter White and  Breaking Bad.  It was about a 50 hour commitment, but what the heck- I’m retired.  I didn’t think I would like a western, but he’s a cool sheriff, also named Walt, with a little bit of Clint Eastwood and a touch of Harrison Ford.  I’ll be anxious for Season 6 and move on to Justified, another made-for-television recommendation from a friend.

I have a paperback copy of Stephen King’s It sitting on my desk.  It’s about 2 1/2” thick with small print. For indoor reading, I’ve selected Dan Brown’ Origin on my I-pad.  Clowns, religion, and macho sheriffs make an odd combination of topics.

I just read an article that claims that I no longer need to use two spaces when typing a new sentence.  Apparently, it identifies me as an “old school author,” dating back to typewriter spacing. I will hopefully stop that habit, beginning with this sentence.

Date Nights have now shifted to Thursdays on my wife’s calendar, further confusing my ability to know what day it is. I was cooking on Thursday nights, that had recently been moved from Tuesday. This is all to accommodate my wife’s shifting Yoga classes and hair appointments. It keeps me on my toes.

What was once Date Night is Game Night tonight, and my Cubs are in a must-win situation. If they don’t, at least college basketball tips-off this weekend.  It’s also looking favorable for a New York City World Series, while I happen to be there.  Unfortunately, the odds are against the Cubs joining me. I’ve promised the dogs I’ll try not to yell again if they are eliminated tonight. Single space- get in the habit “old man.”

Old Sport Shorts: dOdgers #304

I was in the stands Saturday night, at Dodgers Stadium, and watched my Cubs lose their fourth consecutive road game in LA.  The Cubs had taken a 2-0 lead for Quintana, but the late innings were once again their downfall.  It was a reoccurring nightmare on Sunday night, but the big bomb didn’t come until the last out was on the line.  I was on an airplane headed back to Portland and had just completed my $10 internet transaction to be able to watch the end.  There were frustrating wifi complications, and I finally got a connection just as Justin Turner hit the walk-off against John Lackey, with memories of Kirk Gibson.  He will probably never pitch again in a Cubs’ uniform, and the Cubs fell behind in the series 2-0.  They are down but not out.

I just watched the Yankees come back from a four-run deficit to tie their series with the Astros. “Here Comes The Judge.”  The Yankees came through and so can the Cubs.  Kyle Schwarber will get a chance to bat second, and try to avoid losing his uniform.  Baez will find himself on the bench and Hendrick’s will be on the mound.  Hopefully, the “friendly confines” will be just that!  The road to LA has not been kind, with the Cubs 0-5 at Caesar Chavez…..dOdgers.  I will not get the chance to see another game at Wrigley Field this year.  My only hope to see a Cub victory in person is very slim:   The Cubs have to beat the Dodgers, the Yankees have to get by the Astros, the World Series games in NY will need to be with  in my travel window, and the ticket prices at Yankee Stadium will need to be reasonable.  But first, Hendricks needs to stop Puig, who just missed another homer. He strikes him out!

I remember the off-season high from a World Series Championship, and the resulting hangover to start its defense.  I then recall the “Leisure Suit” trip to LA, when the Cubs were clowning around early in the season. (Post #101).  They were swept by both the Dodgers and Padres.  I remember them being down 5 games at the All-Star break to the Brewers.  (Schwarber just homers).  I remember that only one Cub played in the All-Star game, and Joe Maddon got the “L.”   Finally, I remember when the “W” was last flying, and I want to see it again tonight!

Retirement is not without Hassles: All I Want To Do #302

I may still be hungover from Friday night’s dinner at Ivy on the Shore here in Santa Monica.  I’m not getting any younger, so starting with Happy Hour at five with two martinis, then drinking two more at the restaurant after accepting a glass of “welcome-in” champagne, adding a couple of glasses from my wife’s bottle of wine, and capping off the evening with a generous pour of Limoncello for dessert, turned me into a  stumbling, bumbling drunk.

I woke up Saturday morning with a headache, and the Sheryl Crow hit, “All I Want to Do,” playing on my wife’s phone.  Coincidentally, it was the background music as part of a friend’s Smilebox tribute to their recently departed dog.  It was late morning, long after when “the sun comes up over Santa Monica Boulevard.”  After I finally got my nauseous self out of bed, a run on the beach was predictably painful.  As a result, I remained abstinent from alcohol until after the Cubs’ loss.  We did finish off the to-go bottle as a nightcap late last night after getting back from Dodger Stadium, but it’s been strictly diet colas  ever since.   One big negative about Marriott Hotels is that they only serve Pepsi products.

Saturday evening my wife and I were “bleacher bums,” as Yasiel Puig and the Dodgers easily outscored the Cubs.  The unexpected “all-you-can-eat” Right Field Pavilion deal took away some of the discomfort of the hard, wooden seats, but did little to settle the obnoxious fans in our section.  I’ve been making a big deal out of Birthday 66, having posed for a picture in front of the “Trail Ends Here” Route 66 sign on Santa Monica Pier. A similar picture of me was taken at Pier 66 in Seattle, peering through the symbolic numbers.  Puig’s uniform #66 took away any buzz that was left from Friday night.  He hit a double for his first RBI, and followed with a solo Home Run against the Cubs vulnerable pitching staff.  He was indeed Muscle Beach strong in leading the Dodgers to victory in Game 1!

During my 66 Birthday celebration in Seattle, I had my picture taken in front of Pier 66.  We also went to see Tom Petty, who died a month later at age 66. Today I’m flying out of Alaska gate #66, so the number continues to be a reoccurring “sign of the times.”  I should probably get my next tank of gas at Phillips 66 (See Post #234), and go to Vegas and bet on  rolling Double Sixes – Boxcars.  Maybe the Cubs can score 6 in the 6th tonight?

The bottom line of this past weekend in Santa Monica – “All I want(ed) to do is have some fun.”

My Hangover’s Hungover.

Too many drinks,
With little to eat.
This morning I’m lucky,
To stand on two feet.
.
Yesterdays breakfast,
Is on the front lawn.
I seem to ache more,
As the day goes on.
.
Hung at my hang out,
And drank until drunk.
Last night is a blur,
And I’m still in a funk.
.
My Hangover’s hungover,
Longer than should be.
I have a headache,
Of the worst degree.
.
It’s no wonder my friends,
Have left me alone.
All night paying homage,
To the porcelain throne.
.
My Hangover’s hungover,
Much longer than fair.
I’m feeling so bad,
And need nursing care.
.
What’s the recipe,
To cure this malady?
Hair of the Dog,
Is just not for me.
.
Run down and ragged,
My head could crack.
Shouldn’t have chugged,
That first six pack.
.
Plop, Plop, Fizz, Fizz,
I need a quick cure.
How much pain,
Can one man endure?

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Wrung out, strung out,
And in no condition.
I hurt everywhere,
And have no ambition.

.

I can’t remember,
What happened last night.
My eyes just can’t take it,
Turn off that damn light.

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I had foolish thoughts,
After drinking alot.
That’s when I ordered,
A second, last shot.

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My hangover’s hungover,
I drank until drunk.
I must have imbibed in,
More drink than I thunk.

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