This is a picture of Tylor, another great grandson. He is a brother of AJ. He is 14 and goes to school a block from my house so he comes here every day after school and AJ picks him up. The neighbors across the street where the cars are, have a problem finding parking spaces for all their vehicles. One of their places to park was in front of my mailbox. The carrier wasn't too happy about it so I wrote a note and put it on their car asking them very kindly to please leave room for the mail carrier to get to my mail box. They totally ignored me. After all I guess it's a free country and they can park where they want to. One day another neighbor came over with my mail. He said the mail man had given it to him because he couldn't get to my mail box. He also told me the police had been called. I don't know what happened, but they haven't parked in front of my mail box again. I know that must be very uninteresting, but I have nothing else to write about.
I am a true dyed in the wool, bona fide basket case. I woke up at one something this morning. There was no way my brain would let me go back to sleep. After lying there peeking at the clock every five minutes for a solid hour I decided if my stupid brain thinks I don't need anymore sleep than so be it. I crawled out of bed at two AM and turned on the coffee pot and turned on TV while I ate a piece of toast. Not much on TV at that hour so don't worry about missing something unless you like advertisements for sleeping pills. Except the news channels are on. Do you know they stay up all night and babble on and on about those auto makers. The CEO's of the auto makers have agreed to receive a one dollar salary for a year. Would you do that? Could it be because you have not been making a million dollars a year for the past several years. Fritz Henderson is the president of General motors. This news is kind of interesting. Two shoppers in a Toys R Us store got into a little tiff about something and it developed into a full blown guns drawn battle. They were chasing each other all over the store and people and kids were screaming. They were firing their guns and finally shot and killed each other. True story. No wonder I can't sleep. I remember about 50 years ago we had a murder take place in this town and it was talked about for years. Now it happens about once a month.
The early morning rambling of an insomniac.