Monday, December 31, 2018

Happy New Year

Sitting outside, smoking a cigar, drinking a Manhattan, listening to the fireworks, and then...


BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*BLAM*

It sounded like a live-fire range at Ft. Riley.  I couldn't count the number of people that were outside shooting guns into the air.

I wanted a concrete roof at that point.  Holy moly, folks.  What goes up, must come down! 

I'm kind of at the point where I'm more than ready to leave this town.

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