Giving up the fight

Originally posted June 16, 2017, explaining why I rarely write anything political on Facebook anymore.

In the manner of someone at an Alcoholics Anonymous meeting, a friend of mine wrote on Facebook that he’s a “Facebook political junkie” and, in response to the recent shootings in Virginia, that he was sorry for the rancor he has caused over the years.

We’ve been friends for more than 30 years, even though our politics are about as opposite as could be, and he and I went around and around more times than I can count.

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If I could do it again

Apparently, mulligans aren’t just for the golf course, although an unlimited amount of them there would certainly do some good.

Thanks to Palm Trees and Loyalties, I learned both that there’s a National Mulligan Day and that it was Oct. 17.

Even though I missed it this year, the thought of a day dedicated to going back and fixing something from the past is an enticing one.

But what would I fix?

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Really, I just want to heat my food

I was grabbing napkins in the cafeteria at a local museum when I saw it …

… a “self-service heating device.”

Or maybe it was “self-operated.”

But the point is — it was a microwave. (Not the one pictured. That’s the one in my kitchen.)

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Never have I ever

I haven’t drank alcohol in at least 20 years, but in the few times I did before that, I never drank enough to get drunk.

Drinking doesn’t appeal to me generally, so I definitely don’t care to drink so much that I do something stupid or mean, feel like crap the next day and may or may not be able to remember it when it’s over.

Plus, when I like something, I tend to like it way too much, which is one of the reasons I don’t drink in the first place.

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Fight! Fight! And by that, I mean ‘yodel’

Suzi recently read the book “The Alps: A Human History From Hannibal to ‘Heidi’ and Beyond” by Stephen O’Shea, and mentioned that there are Swiss and Austrian versions of yodeling.

As someone whose Little League coach taught his players to yodel a version of “Your old lady my old lady who” in a high, singsong voice (try it) instead of the standard “Here, batter batter batter” — probably good enough for 12-year-olds in upstate New York — I was intrigued.

I was more intrigued, however, to here that the two schools of yodeling thought are at odds.

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Stuff from here and there

Suzi and I eat most of our meals at our kitchen countertop.

There’s one chair at the end, and another on the side. For breakfast, lunch, me hanging out while she cooks, she sits at the end and I’m on the side.

Except dinner. We could literally be sitting at our normal spaces as she makes dinner, and we’ll switch when dinner is done.

Neither of us has any idea why.

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For sale: one used bulldozer

Originally posted June 1, 2016 about a spot that has also hosted, among other things, a convertible, a child’s car and the most-recent item available — a dump truck from a cesspool company.

Over the past several days, I’ve been mildly, but oddly obsessed over a bulldozer for sale on the side of the road down the hill from my house.

I guess my strange interest boiled down to two questions.

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Looking out for your friends

When I was in college, I had a group of people I ate dinner with every night.

Since a few of us, including me, had to be at the radio station at 5, we usually ate at 4:30.

We were a fairly high-spirited group, and there was always lots of banter and give-and-take going around.

Which is why her behavior one night had me worried.

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