The musings of a madman...

  It has been a wild couple of weeks in America… President Biden, perhaps based on the fallout from how he handled the debate and frankly physical age, decided he would pass the mantle in the race for the presidency this cycle. What a VERY few people realize, though, is that Kamala was not his first choice to take the torch and run with it.  Believe it or not, I was!  Sunday before last, I am chillin on my couch when my phone rings… Me: “Hello?” Joe: “Phillip?  It’s Joe.” Me: “This shit ain’t funny, my granddaddy died in 1980.” Joe: “Joe Biden…” Me: “Oh, that makes more sense–… wait, what!?” Joe: “Yes, as in president Joe Biden.” Me: “Whatever the FBI guy watching me has told you–…” Joe: “… nevermind that, that’s not why I’m calling.” Me: “So what’s up?” Joe: “As you may well know, I have spent basically two-thirds of my life in public service and elected office.” Me: “Mhmm…” Joe: “And, frankly, it is time for me to bow out.” Me: “I’ve been reading that and do no...

  (artist's reenactment...  My Outback is actually white)      There is fun to be had out in the world. Given other responsibilities, I am not exactly able to take advantage of as many of them as I might like, but we do what we can…      As it is now spring and I will have a steady infusion of disposable income as I watch over four (and hopefully counting) paying yards with my trusty lawn equipment, I had some time and a few nickels to rub together last weekend. Saturday morning, Wife Person™ shoved off to teach you people’s children in Saturday test-prep season and I hauled out to cut a couple of yards. I returned home before she did after collecting my fee plus tips. As the little was with my ex wife a woman I had a wedding with once, it was just the two of us and the dogs.      One thing we like to do when it is just us grownups is to escape up to the mountains for a day or two. Since, again, the little would be returni...

   [Pt. I can be reached here ] Welcome back…      When I left you, I had 15 unsuspecting individuals pining for a prize that only three of them have a chance at and NONE know exactly what the fuck they’re even competing for. I would use the words “I don’t know how I pulled this off,” but I explained in great detail approximately one month ago EXACTLY how I did that. Anyway… Anyone with a modicum of ability in Google or a mildly working knowledge of Greensboro history knew the answer was 'OLD L. Richardson' hospital on the corner of Benbow Rd and Washington St. A walk downtown Greensboro would suffice to answer this as well from approximately two miles from the location.      My three marks seemed to have no issues either finding or already knowing the information, and had no issues getting to the location for the photographic proof that I demanded. I will not share THEIR pictures because reasons, but I will share a photo that I took of i...