TV watching ruined last week
August 23, 2020
What a bummer! The Democratic Convention was on primetime this last week. It’s bad enough I have to listen to some politician rave on sporadically, but they all ganged up in one place and ruined my evening TV watching.
I didn’t watch much of the convention because it would just be deja-moo – I would have the feeling I had heard this bull before. There was a rumor on Facebook that Kamala Harris, the vice president candidate, was not born in the United States. She in fact was born in Oakland, California.
If that’s the best dirt you can come up with on her she will do just fine. Thursday evening Biden was supposed to accept the nomination to run as the Democratic party’s presidential candidate. I sure hope someone told him to show up, and not ask “President of what?” I am praying for his recovery, because I have cats that have more solid minds than him.
It slays me that we wind up with a man in his 70s as the only person qualified to run for president. These two candidates remind me of a Jim Carrey movie. Dumb and Dumber!
I hope everyone had a good time cruising last night. I don’t know if we made it or not. This is a great social distancing activity. Many thanks to the promoters for a good evening of fun.
Washburn Ford has been sold. I worked at Washburn Motor Company in the '70s as a mechanic and service manager. We started downtown where Lehr’s Body Shop is and I helped move to the current location. Kirk was a salesman when I worked there, and when Lyle retired, he became the fearless leader. I think probably in his retirement Kirk should write a book about all the changes and people he sold vehicles to. No one would believe all the stuff he could tell really happened.
One story for old times’ sake about my time at the Ford garage: I was the service manager and something came up that Kirk and I wanted to change. We were standing in the middle of the shop when Lyle came over to see what we were doing. One of us described the change we wanted to make and what a good deal it was. Lyle said it wasn't what he wanted, and the other one of us repeated how we had a better plan. Lyle got a look on his face that I will never forget, and said, “I own this place and I'll tell you what we are going to do.” He told Kirk to get back up front and sell a car, and me to think about sweeping the floor. We looked like deer in the headlights running back to safety.
Congratulations, Kirk and Drue, on the sale and enjoy whatever you decide to do. I wouldn’t be surprised if there was some quality grandparent time in your future.
I think I found a statement that describes why so many people have confusion and blame everyone else for their plight. Everything you do is based on the choices you make. It’s not your parents, your past relationships, your job, the economy, the weather, an argument or your age that is to blame. You and only you are responsible for every decision and choice you make. Amen.
I called Bubba the other day to see what was going on. He replied he was working on “aqua-thermal treatment of ceramics, aluminum and steel under a constrained environment.” I was impressed. Upon further inquiring, I learned he was washing dishes with hot water under his wife’s supervision.