One of the ways I amuse myself and keep my mind active is to think through what would or could have happened. What if we lost the Revolutionary War! Would we be speaking British, German or... What if the Confederacy won? With rebels having the North's industry, how long would slavery exist in America? What if Kennedy had not been assassinated? Would Vietnam have happened so disastrously? What if the doctor didn't drop me on my head... Happy Valentine's Day!!!

Great to see everyone, sorry I couldn’t stick around long, had to clean wife’s suv out so I could follow her slowly to the mechanic shop cause her suv needs a new engine and then we ran to get dinner. Anyways yes I had a man stop and say he was impressed that im always dressed up when he sees me out with the Mrs to eat.

We got away to Madison Wi for Valenties weekend, my husband and I. Went to dinner and then to our favorite cigar bar, Maduro near the capital. Had a couple La Gloria Cubana, Los Gigante 6 ×60 Gloriouso. Excellent smoke. Wore my favorite Brooks Brothers DB Madison jacket, my 1957 Florsheim custom made Alligator shoes with the original shoe trees. Oxxford wool trousers. Really fun weekend, now everything needs to be dry cleaned as it all reeks of smoke but it was worth it!!

In junior and senior highschool I was creative, rebellious and adventurous. I made money by betting on My abilities, not someone else's. In the mid to late 1960s we didn't have 7-11s or any of the chain or franchise enterprises we have today. We had " News Stores" that were basically a modern day 7-11 and a CVS combined but without the pharmacy. And they carried every newspaper and magazine printed. I would bet my buddies that I could go into Nestor's, our newsstore, and steal anything. The guys would bet a quarter or up to a dollar ( good money back then) that I couldn't steal a particular item. I would accept the bets and go into the store. 15 minutes to half an hour later I would emerge from the store and walk around to the side of the building. There I would produce the items. I collected my bets and to their collective dismay would return to the store where I would return what I had stolen. I never explained myself to my buddies. But this would occur at least once a week for five years. What I didn't explain is what my dad taught me: Once you steal You are a Thief. When people learn You are a Thief, you will Never be Trusted. Back then, I couldn't imagine living anywhere beyond ten miles away. I simply didn't want the reputation of a thief. I enjoyed the challenge, the rush, the danger but I didn't sacrifice my integrity in the process. The reason I share this is because an event in my current life reminded of it. At worst please consider it the rambling of an old man with many adventures and memories. Thank you for your time.

Back in the 90s I went to see a movie in a theater. As usual, ten minutes into the movie I walked out. Another lousy flick. Went to a library, bookstore or home. Ten years ago and, I saw the last five minutes of the same movie. Convinced I was right to walk out of the movie years ago. Last night on UTube I watched the entire movie. With delight. I strongly recommend anyone over 40 will appreciate the portentous plot and dialogue. Maybe the older you are the more you will enjoy it. Even younger people may relate. The movie is Demolition Man with Sylvester Stallone and a hilarious Sandra Bullock. I admit to enjoying the film, and it holding my interest perhaps partially due to the medical marijuana.