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I swear that it is really a pain to find something made in the USA nowadays. I wander stores
looking for a specific item and often go home empty handed because most
everything is foreign made and not very good quality. Today I did manage to find a True Temper brand 3.5 lb. single bit axe with a “Proudly Made in the USA” sticker on it
(check the labels; I cannot say for certain that all of their products are made
in the USA). It should last me the rest
of my days although that is what I thought about my last axe until a neighbor
borrowed it and managed to “use” it beyond ready repair. I decided it best to just go buy myself a new
one and donate that one to him.
Another long, strange, bittersweet trip is ending.
This is a traditional time of reflection for me. Therefore, I’ll be out on the patio from now
until the companionship of a warming-fire burns to embers, which should be well
after midnight. Afterwards, I will have
the resolve to fight the seasonal melancholy that gnaws at me from early
September until the first promises of spring.
I believe it was three years ago when I first saw a Cub
Scout trundling a cart of assorted popcorn goodies around our neighborhood. If my memory serves me, I
was good for a purchase of somewhere around $60. If a scout came to my door last year, I
missed him, but I found a Scout and his family hawking their wares outside of a
Sam’s Club; I was good for somewhere around $36 then. Today a Cub Scout and his Mom were canvasing
the neighborhood and I enthusiastically hit them up for another $ 36
replenishment of my larder. It is good
quality food and it is for a great cause.
Yeah, I am a sentimental old fuddy duddy. When I see a Scout, I see the past, the present,
and the future of the true America.
Nobody can ever take that away from me.
On Monday, I was told that I did not look anything like the
photo used in my blog profile.
Coincidently, on Monday my mug wound up in a new photo so I cropped it
to freshen up the profile. Yeah, I
agree, the mileage is showing. I guess I
should look in the mirror more often.
The photo on the left is from 10-years ago, when I was age
50. The photo on the right is current;
Well, I suppose there is at least one thing worse than getting older.
Life has been on the morbid side of serious around here for
much of this year. I was beginning to
suffer a bit of frustration and melancholy when Steve from Minnesota jumped into
his Cessna Cardinal, picked up Dave at Clow airport in Bolingbrook, and flew
into Waukegan to give me a lake shore flight-seeing tour to Chicago and
back. I have to tell you that no doctor
could have prescribed anything more cathartic.
Thank you my friends. It was a
blast! (A special tip of the hat to
It has been four years since I smoked a cigar or tasted
bourbon. It has been two years since I
had a beer. Morality has nothing to do
with it; my body and soul just needed a break of indeterminate length from
certain indulgences. Someday, I shall return.