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Whiff, Cannon and Life Metaphor

September 17, 2021

Still having a few summer days. Recently went for a jog and just happened to catch a whiff of my own personal stench. Not good. I mentioned to my wife and she agreed it was horrible. I know I didn’t smell that way a few years ago. And I wish I could describe what it smells like now. All I can say is I wish old men smelled like brand new babies.

Watching the 70s crime drama Cannon now. As a child, the mere thought of Cannon getting any airtime on tv while I was steering the ship required a preemptive channel change. Now, I love it! Those 70s cars, outfits, and character actors cannot be beat!

Part of the genius of the show is in at least one scene in each episode the portly rotund William Conrad performs an astonishing feat of Herculean strength, the agility of an Olympic gymnast, or cat-like speed of Bruce Lee. I always have to replay it at least three times!

My Life as a Metaphor- as written by me

Was contacted about possible acting job as Theodore Roosevelt.

Jumped at the chance.

Was contacted again wanting to know my interest in the Willam Howard Taft role.


Songs I’m listening to-

Neil Diamond- Skybird

Lulu-To Sir, With Love

Red Rider- Lunatic Fringe




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Gramma out of the hospital. And back to normal. She bragged that in her room of four people she was the only one who didn’t wear diapers. And for lunch, while she was getting hiyashi chukka, my wife,

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Rainy season has lifted, and the heat has set upon us. Brutal. Adding salt to that wound is that mother-in-law is in the hospital. Gallstones. Two weeks. Two surgeries. On the bright side- Total expen

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