Thank gods I didn’t listen to you and run out and plant some! My back deck is covered in ice. We had rain and then a freeze last night. Do you know what a freeze does to Basil? DO YOU??

Anyway, yes. We still have pesto in the freezer from last year’s crop. I’m moving my seed in the ground date to May 21st because of this freakishly cold spring.

I can’t see how anybody could love Trump. I don’t watch Fox News, but the spin there must be dizzying. I have been lucky enough to work from home, and living here in CT I got to watch and / or listen to Cuomo’s daily briefing, and then Trump’s daily briefing. The difference was night and day. The best part for me was the Q and A session with Trump. If there was any doubt he’s a jackass, those Q and A sessions should prove definitively that he is one.
The man love himself and care about his interests and desperately wants to get reelected. Everything and everybody else can go to Hell.

My name is TSRF, and I am a Violet murderer.

I hate them. I’m fighting a full scale bush war to keep them out of my garden (Man versus Nature; The road to Victory).

Do you know what happens when you hit one violet with a rototiller? You get 10 violets!

I’m also dealing with Karma here; we transported most of my father-in-law’s garden to my garden. He loved Violets, but always had them on the outside of his garden. Maybe I’m just lazy. He would move them to the outside of his garden. They are all over mine, so I’ve gone into full kill mode.

Fuck you, Violet! Not in MY garden!

Sorry to hear all that, Billy.

You have always been one of my favorite poster, here and other places.

Hope this cheers you up:

ZN quoting Ecclesiastes.. or was it the Byrds?

Either way, just another Sign.

Just got back from Boston. My wife and I drove up to get my 20 year old son, who goes to Northeastern and is doing a Co-op that started in January. They will let him work remote and hopefully still pay him through the end of June.

My 24 year old is in DC. She is planning on hunkering down in Illinois where her boyfriend is from. They are planning on leaving on Friday. The way this shit is accelerating, I’m trying to convince her to get out of Dodge as soon as she can. She can also work remote.

I can work remote, and will.

I have to curb my hoarder tendencies whenever I go to the Supermarket. I almost bought two cartons of cigarettes, but my wife talked me out of it. I don’t smoke, but thought they may come in handy down the road (a pack of cigarettes for half a deer, maybe?).

Anyway, same, same here in Sandy Hook…

Sometimes I feel like I’m in the warm up band for the Four Horsemen.
I saw the smoke from the World Trade Center on 9/11. I live in Sandy Hook, CT. We were in Boston looking at schools for the Marathon Bombing.

This too shall pass. It may kill some of us, it may kill all of us but just remember; we’ll always have ’99.

I may be giving him too much credit, but maybe Trump is using reverse psychology here. As in, by saying he wants Bernie, he is hoping the DNC does the opposite.

By the way, Ho Chi Minh would need to provide papers that he was born in the USA. I’m not sure, but that may be a problem for him.

Isn’t Mr. Magoo already VP?

Hang in there, Billy.

If your doctor knew both needed additional work, he should have tried and scheduled it to do both at the same time (unless you had to drive yourself home; then I can see why they wouldn’t do that).

From a clinical standpoint, I think doctors don’t consider short term pain at all. They are focused on the end result.

By far and away, the worst surgery I have had was tonsil removal at 25. They cut them out and then basically took a flamethrower to the back of my throat. I couldn’t eat for a week and dropped about 10 lbs.

On my follow up, at 2 weeks past when I was basically back to normal, I asked my doctor why he didn’t warn me how shitty I was going to feel. He laughed and said, “You may never have brochitis again. Isn’t that worth it?”

I think that is how the majority of them think.

Yes, yes, a million times yes!

The most dangerous thing in a kitchen is a dull knife (second is a fully stocked liquor cabinet).

I worked a summer as a barback at a Chi-Chi’s down here in CT. Barback is like a busboy for the bar. Stock the glasses, fill the ice bins, switch out the empty kegs, mix the margarita and sangria (on tap) in the basement, keep all the mixers full and cut all the fruit. Anyway, they had a rule that I had to get 10 lime circles per lime, and when I started, all they had were dull assed knives (never, ever put a good knife in a dishwasher, dulls it out in no time). Anyway, after three or four deep cuts, the head bartender took pity on me and told the manager the knives had to be sharpened. The manager brought in one of those roundish sharpening stones, presumably from his knife set. Anyway, I got pretty good with it and don’t think I cut myself there again (maybe once, but a sharp knife cut doesn’t hurt near as much as a dull knife cut)…

I hope this helps.

Sharp axes are good too.

Bern, Baby, Bern!

I am so rooting for the Chiefs it makes the hair on my head (what is left of it) hurt.

I always thought it was an ELP song.

That is a great read. Didn’t know Carl was dead. I think he played in the “Eagle” 2-5-4 D’s back when the Rams had an abundance of LB’s.

I wasn’t a band kid, but my son was. He actually did the 5 year tour, starting in 8th grade (the high school band director went to the middle school to recruit; he wanted to go from a 4 Open to a 5 Open, and needed more bodies in the band).
I think it was the best thing he did. By the time he got to high school, he had 100+ upper classmen friends.

Oh, and the wife and I got drafted to be band parents. That meant we got to lug the props on and off the field every show. The worst was his senior year. They did “Something Wicked This Way Comes” and had a friggin fun house prop that was over 15 feet tall. Well, it didn’t fit down the ramp at Met Life Stadium. We had to take off the top of the damn thing, get it onto the field, and then reassemble it. Crazy assed shit…