Skeeter on Safari
Well, Buckaroos, it looks like I have to go to the wilds of Wisconsin for a couple of mosquito infested weeks. I’m going to disconnect the computer, leave the phone plugged in here on its land line, forget about checking e-mails or phone messages, stop the mail, hold the papers, go cold turkey on NPR and PBS and see if the world can manage without old Skeeter for two long weeks. Egypt, well, you’re on your own. Syria, good luck to ya. Mr. Snowden there in the airport terminals of Russia, maybe we’ll cross paths. Afghanistan, geez … what else is there to say? Send up the white flag and come on home. I’ll be back by then, we’ll all have a parade and declare victory. Over something. Or somebody. Meanwhile, go thru the archives here and see if there’s anything that made one damn bit of sense. They say if you put a hundred monkeys in front of typewriters long enuff, they’ll eventually come up with War and Peace. Maybe that’s what Tolstoy did. Me, I’m just one monkey. Still, there might be a halfway decent haiku if you do the parsing…..
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