Billionaire investor Warren Buffett is calling on the megarich to pay more on taxes. Stateing that: " My friends and I have been coddled long enough by a billionaire-friendly Congress, it's time for our government to get serious about shared sacrifices." He also noted that Washington L egislators "feel compelled to protect us much as if we were spotted owls or some other endangered species." He said he knows many of the megarich well and most wouldn't mind paying more in taxes.
Upon hearing this Michele Bachmann stated that she can totally relate, even though she doesn't consider herself and her husband, Marcus, one of the megarich, she said she loves owls and is a big fan of Jimmy's song's especially Margaritaville. She said her and her husband also like to listen to Elvis, who she recently wished a happy birthday to on a campaign stop in South Carolina, while playing the Elvis tune 'Promised Land'. That did however turn out to be somewhat appropriate since that day, August 16th is the anniversary of Elvis's death, not his birthday, which is Jan. 8th, 1935. Being used to stumbleing over cultural references before, like the time in June when she kicked off her presidental campaign in Waterloo, Iowa, calling it the home of actor John Wayne, when in fact is the home of John Wayne Gacy , the serial killer. She just brushed that off saying that they both had killer careers.
On another news note Kraft and Sara Lee went to court over hot dogs, stated " let the wiener wars begin. There's never been anything of this scope..in the entire history of hot dogs." After hearing this Rep. Wiener ..[you remember him]. said he's still in the fight of his life for that claim that Todd Phalin claims that size does matter. He noted the the photo op. with Michele Bachmann attempting to put down a large sausage just proves it!
Michele is not fased , now that she realizes that Sara Phalin's maiden name is 'Lee' , she will now stand-up for all the wieners in the world, possibly useing it in her next campaign speech when she goes to Chicago, home of both companies.
Myself , I don't find much deference in using using any particular brand name, what's in a name...make my hot dog a 'Nathan's', please......
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Thursday, August 11, 2011
From..In From the Storm ...to..Out in the Storm...
...Well it's been a couple of interesting days on Face Book, with my computer not exactly performing the way it should on that particular forum. But hey, what else is new...I'm glad you asked...it just so happens that not only did I steal a dream sequence away from Candy...which she might be upset with me since I haven't heard from her, although I did warn her twice that I was going to 'borrow' from her email.....I now have another little ditty that she relayed to me, that I don't think she'll mind me using.
...She mentioned to her son Marc , that she was reading my blog and he reminded her of a funny story: I was visiting them at the apartment on Aspetuck Ave. , Jean Callahan and Mike Frisbee were there as well. It was snowing hard and we all decided to sled down Aspetuck. She reminded me that it was a steep hill, and we all got on big pieces of cardboard and I decided , apparently following some 'herb' omelets that I made, that it would be fun to 'surf' down the hill. I was flying..until I hit something under the snow that sent me airbourne. I landed & plowed through the snow all the way to the Green. Then I just lay there. Jean, Mike, and Candy were laughing so hard she thought that they would all pee their pants!! Marc thought that I was dead, and went running over to help me. He reached me just as I stood up , shook myself like a giant bear, and roared ! To this day Candy is surprised that we didn't trumatize him for life! ....well maybe we did...he's a Republican..!!
...She mentioned to her son Marc , that she was reading my blog and he reminded her of a funny story: I was visiting them at the apartment on Aspetuck Ave. , Jean Callahan and Mike Frisbee were there as well. It was snowing hard and we all decided to sled down Aspetuck. She reminded me that it was a steep hill, and we all got on big pieces of cardboard and I decided , apparently following some 'herb' omelets that I made, that it would be fun to 'surf' down the hill. I was flying..until I hit something under the snow that sent me airbourne. I landed & plowed through the snow all the way to the Green. Then I just lay there. Jean, Mike, and Candy were laughing so hard she thought that they would all pee their pants!! Marc thought that I was dead, and went running over to help me. He reached me just as I stood up , shook myself like a giant bear, and roared ! To this day Candy is surprised that we didn't trumatize him for life! ....well maybe we did...he's a Republican..!!
Thursday, August 4, 2011
IN FROM THE STORM...BARRY, THE BOUGH, & BEYOND....
As I mentioned before, it would be hard not to come back & do another ditty on the Bough. On what I would consider a 'normal' day at the computer, just perussing around the internet, FB, email, etc. all of a sudden there she was..with that ever so bright smile that beamed her happy go lucky personality, Candy. That's Candice Meile Luther, now. A fresh face from the days gone by, & most can remember her as the gal on Bank Street, running a small but vibrant business called : In From The Storm. She has joined forces w me in this great world of the internet. Upon revealing ourselves w the gusto of two dogs in heat., we finally settled down to what we actually knew, which was stories from the past. Dropping many names the will soon fill this blog w farmiliar faces, only one stands out in a story she related to me from a dream she had.........
" I have to tell you something weird. The night before I found you on FB I had a dream about Barry Quiaoit at the Golden Bough. Just a conversational encounter; I was wearing a dress, which I almost never did, and he complimented me. He was rushing back to the kitchen from the dining room and I was returning from the ladies room. It was one of those small, pleasent encounters that are so nice but you never remember. But I dreamed it exactly as it happened. My dress was a beautiful blue, his pants black, shirt white. I remember the glow of light from the dining room and the muted sound of the diners. I hadn't thought of the Bough or Barry in many, many years and then there you were the next day and your blog with his name. Funny how these things happen!"
Now I have to reflect a moment on another story from the Bough that Barry himself told of an encounter there in the back hallway , behind the bar. I know some of you remember him telling us how he saw an old man pass in front of him from the bar wall , then disapearing thru the opposite one. This ,as the story goes , was a man who died in the Nurseing home that this building was at one time, among other things, like an Inn in the 1700's that had a passage way for the 'Underground tunel' for slaves.
Those who chose to believe in these things or not to , is up to you, but don't you think it gives some creedense to the fact that alot of our loved ones are still looking over us? I know it's hard for me to let Barry, John Henry, and so many of our friends and family go....so with some of these tributes and parties like the one last Saturday, we will all sleep alittle easier...sweet dreams.......
" I have to tell you something weird. The night before I found you on FB I had a dream about Barry Quiaoit at the Golden Bough. Just a conversational encounter; I was wearing a dress, which I almost never did, and he complimented me. He was rushing back to the kitchen from the dining room and I was returning from the ladies room. It was one of those small, pleasent encounters that are so nice but you never remember. But I dreamed it exactly as it happened. My dress was a beautiful blue, his pants black, shirt white. I remember the glow of light from the dining room and the muted sound of the diners. I hadn't thought of the Bough or Barry in many, many years and then there you were the next day and your blog with his name. Funny how these things happen!"
Now I have to reflect a moment on another story from the Bough that Barry himself told of an encounter there in the back hallway , behind the bar. I know some of you remember him telling us how he saw an old man pass in front of him from the bar wall , then disapearing thru the opposite one. This ,as the story goes , was a man who died in the Nurseing home that this building was at one time, among other things, like an Inn in the 1700's that had a passage way for the 'Underground tunel' for slaves.
Those who chose to believe in these things or not to , is up to you, but don't you think it gives some creedense to the fact that alot of our loved ones are still looking over us? I know it's hard for me to let Barry, John Henry, and so many of our friends and family go....so with some of these tributes and parties like the one last Saturday, we will all sleep alittle easier...sweet dreams.......
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