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  Get this Book NOW, I’m not kidding. Ask Not:   The Kennedys and the Women they Destroyed by Maureen Callahan This is an important writing, a documentation, for which those of us who were around at the time have been waiting. Finally, after all these years, and all the lies, we get to learn the truth.   And Ms. Callahan has assured us that she has made it her priority to seek out, research, validate and give us the truth…at last. I was so interested in this book that I purchased it in hard cover, something I never do. Glue your socks on because they will surely pop off while reading this page-turner. I don’t know where to start, I actually haven’t even finished the book yet. There are a few more pages to go. For those of you, who don’t know:   In the sixties the Kennedys were our royalty in America. Royalty guarded by a press which closely protected the Kennedy image, the mystical, almost religious Kennedy aura. But in actuality, many of the Kennedy men were monsters i

  before there was a known cure for the disease, mothers on summer nights would tell their children not to go collecting fireflies. “They might give you Polio, they’d say.” I know, because I had one such mother.

  I have watched many of these shows wherein you have to check your humanity, taste, decency, morals, and values at the door first.   Really! The only exception that I found, during my research, was a Korean relationship-matching program called: Love After Divorce.   This was a good show with actual values, and participants looking for long-term relationships not just the carnal knowledge of overnight hook-ups. (It should be noted that I only watched one season of this show, which I think was Season Four.) At the other end of this sampling of dating shows is:   Perfect Match.   The only thing good about this show is the host, Nick Lachey. How he got pulled into this mess, well it could only be for one (monetary?) reason. Perfect Match, is, well, it’s pretty disgusting, and it’s not just the gratuitous nudity (which comes to desensitize you completely to the fact that these people are essentially always without most of their clothing), but rather, it’s the absolute lack of any red

 Here is the perfect example of post migraine brain fog. I have to call every year to get an online access code. The polite gentleman on the phone said he would spell it out phonetically, "Juliet." Okay that's a J. "The number 4." That's easy. "Kilo." My mind went blank. Then I had stream of conscious thoughts. How do you spell kilo? It's not a q that would be quinoa.  "Delta." Oh it was a K and now a D. Who uses Kilo for k? Why not Kanagroo or Kindness? Maybe he is from somewhere else where they use kilograms instead of pounds? "Sierra." This guy must have been in the military. I should thank him for his service. "Papa." Papa? Like in Papa Emeritus IV from Ghost? (Bonus points for anyone who knows that reference.)  "November." Maybe not the military.... "Mike." How long is this code? Should this be typed in all capital letters?  He finished relaying the excessively long access code and even sta

  There are so very many things that I don’t feel like doing, at least not right now, maybe ever. For example: the dishes and the laundry, which I’m sure are part rabbit in that there is never an end, they keep multiplying, they keep existing. Then there is going to the supermarket, which at today’s prices amounts to an act of courage. I never leave there with everything I want or even need, because all of that just costs too much.   So, I put off going until the cat is down to a few cans of food and I am down to no bread for toast. I don’t put off talking to my cousin or a friend on the phone, or eating a pepperoni pizza, or taking a well-deserved nap. Why? Because those things are enjoyable. If only I could make everything seem enjoyable. But I don’t see how that’s possible without the use of major drugs, which I don’t have and would not use if I did! So, I will just continue to procrastinate (put off intentionally and habitually something that should be done), until as usual

  be smart and get it taped up, otherwise it will heal looking like a roller coaster (like mine did).

  The Veil on Hulu. This is a very convoluted series of 6 episodes.   If like me you are left with questions, I suggest you go on-line and do a little research.   Or you can stress yourself out trying to figure all the plot twists and turns by yourself. Is it worth the effort? In a word: YES! This show is excellent. It’s sharp, it’s edgy. It’s keeps you off balance, not knowing what will happen next. It has an international cast, most of whom are extremely attractive, and more than that, they are talented. Elisabeth Moss is not one of my favorites, but the fact that she was one of the executive producers who put this show together, speaks well of her. It should be mentioned that the writer for this project and another executive producer is Steven Knight. If you like spy thrillers, interesting characters, and a production (except for the music which is peculiar at best and jarring at worst), that is well done on a professional level then this series is for you. Of possib

  (Stanley Steamer, as in the car, not the cleaning company, Stanley Steemer.) The Stanley Motor Carriage Company was an American manufacturer of cars—steam cars—from 1902 to 1924. The first model was produced in 1897; the inventors were twin brothers Francis and Freelan. At one time the steam-powered passenger car was extremely popular.   It was clean, powerful, attractive and fast, but very complicated to drive. It took 17 steps to start the car, and wait for the steam pressure to build up.   The traveling speed was 35 to 45 miles per hour, and it had a 28-gallon tank, which was heated with vaporized kerosene. Unfortunately, these cars fell victim to the superiority of the internal combustion vehicles, which had improved quickly, even using an electric starter instead of the original crank, notorious for actually injuring the operator. With the use of the self-starter and the end of the hand crank, gasoline-fueled cars became the obvious winner, being so much easier to oper

More great smells include fresh baked cinnamon rolls and fresh fallen snow. But my favorite smell is very subtle. I love the smell of freshly Zambonied ice in hockey rinks. What is a strange smell you enjoy?