farewell, Bill and Jimmy
My lung is healing well and I will see a specialist in ten days who will hopefully take me off light duty. About all I can do now is pick blackberries. I have a hunch that, after four plus months of drought, the autumn rains will return earlier than usual. So there’s that to prepare for.
Today, however, I’d like to bid farewell to two exceptional world citizens. Bill Richardson was an early exit in the Democratic scrum for president in 2008. As governour of New Mexico, he signed bills banning capital punishment and legalizing medical weed, while refusing to posthumously pardon Billy the Kid. He had more than his share of ethics issues, but he was one of the very first U.S. national political figures to advocate for legal recreational weed.
Jimmy Buffett sang of strumming his six-string on his front porch swing while building a billion-dollar empire. I saw him at Shoreline Amphitheatre in the Bay Area, where I had the immense pleasure of singing “Let’s Get Drunk and Screw” along with 20,000 other Parrotheads. My family doctor has Buffett posters in his hallway.
Elsewhere in the world, I’m enjoying the substantial sentences being given to some of the J6 leaders. A few have expressed remorse, but one yelled “Trump won!” as he was led from the courtroom. Aging Orange isn’t helping with legal fees for most of those at the bottom of his crime wave, so I’m hoping they will start flipping on him. I still dream of Trump Inc. collapsing in blockbuster fashion.
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Glad to hear you are healing well. I hope you are right about the rain.
Thank you. Please let me know when the rains return to your area.
wonderful news on your healing journey. as is often the case, and why I think I am your friend, you hit the nails on the head in describing feelings of loss with both Bill and Jimmy (our generation has such quaint names). as for the on-going saga of Agent Orange, perhaps the best quip I’ve seen for his situation is for whoever is responsible for ordering his orange jumpsuits-should he be convicted and sentences as many wish-should be directed to order the tailored size to fit a 6’3″ , 215 lb frame…semper fi, Marine
JB
The thought of Trump trying to fit into said jumpsuits is indeed entertaining. He may, in fact, be 6’3″ given that his hair has been concretized since several revealing tarmac incidents during his presidency. But 215 pounds? No flabby way. One need only to Google his famous tennis photo. My best to the Colonel.