All The News That Fits In Print

So, kiddo is in England,

and I'm not.

AND this song makes me cry, every damn time.


But, I'm staying busy.

This happened.

I finished my grant-funded photography show and am now trolling for a place to display it. Since it is political, and not politically correct, this has been slow going.

Responded to a fire in the forest, started by an unattended campfire. Some jackass, too drunk to realize his fire was not out.

Got to use this thing, which is called a Rhino but looks like a hoe.

Put out the fire.

What would Smokey say?



To make sure I kept myself occupied, I signed up for the next level of EMT training which absolutely, positively insures I won't be able to do anything for the next four months except study, go to class, study, study, study.

Why did I think that was a good idea?

I don't remember.