Just wondering again, the financial bailout, and the Detroit Lions
Do Canadian Geese fly north for the winter? I’ve seen them go east, and I’ve seen them go west. I even saw two geese pull away from the flock (or is it a gaggle?) and head somewhat northeast on their own. There must have been a navigational problem with those other guys, I guess. Two geese cannot make a flying V, but they were still flying in a missing goose formation. Anyway, just wondering. * * * Congress passed the Financial Bailout package that was signed by President Bush while visions of sugar plums danced in their heads. So what kind of pork (pet projects) did they put in the bill? Companies provided for include: tax breaks for producers of wooden arrows for children, film producers, bicycle commuters to help offset the cost of parking their bike, motor sports racetrack owners, Rum producers in Puerto Rico, and the Woolen industry. Some of this is a continuation of prior pork barrel benefits. The bailout bill would not have passed on its own without all of these sweeteners. Does that tell you something about our government? I’ve said it before that they will take care of their buddies. I’m just wondering what it would take to get American citizens on their buddy list. A little money under the table maybe? * * * I think we’ve lost the Detroit Lions. Maybe we’d better send out a search and rescue team. I reviewed the tape from Sunday’s game and have decided the Lions were in over their heads — to a man. Instead of yelling at the coach to put them in the game, these guys are yelling to be taken out of the game. I would like one single chance for the rest of the season if they would allow me to be the head coach of that team. What does Bill Ford have to lose anyway? I’d want a million dollars for every win, and I’ll accept nothing for a loss. Believe me, I’d earn it. I think head coaching is all about looks. That’s the looks that, as head coach, you give your players after they’ve done something stupid on the field and they’re trying to sneak off without being seen. Bill Cowher was great at , but don’t hold your breath if you think he’s coming here. I’ve got some pretty ugly looks, and I think I can put them to good use in Detroit. * * * The reader who promised me all the sand I needed to fix my garden has informed me she will not pay for the delivery. It has something to do with the cost of gas. Apparently (and once again) I failed to read the fine print. I think my garden project is on hold until next year. * * * Yet another machine has challenged us. Our dishwasher is on the fritz. Either the water drain is plugged or the water pump is shot. We usually try to fix these things, but I’m pretty sure that if we call for parts, they’ll tell us they are no longer available. Aw Shucks! That’s what I wrote — that’s not what I would have said. * * * We just got our Flu shots. Did you get yours? I like to banter with people, a form of teasing them through conversion. I told the nurse that I pass out whenever I get a shot. She said, "That’s all right; I have you positioned in the middle of the doorway behind you; and your fall will be on the gentle side." She knew I was kidding her. I do have a problem having blood drawn with a needle that looks like a 16 penny nail. If they miss the vein they go fishing for it while the needle is still in my arm. My arm turned black and blue after that episode, so I don’t let them use that arm anymore to draw blood. I’m trying to save it for Golf. Until the next time . . .
