A Few Loose Ends:
Okay Okay Okay, I have reached out to Jessica and an Epilogue to Jessy’s Story is a week away.
This evolving mess is not meant to be a stock blog, but I bow to the volume of Stock Market questions and will add a “Last Updated” note to the Stock Korner Drawer and keep the dialogue going. (It does feel good to know where things are!)
I’m putting together a “Vacation Cities” Drawer and will move the Key West post there and add lovely places I have been. I’ll even include Chicago because the Second City is a great place to visit – well, it WAS a great place to visit.
The problem with the Covid Girls’ Chronicles stories is having to first find and then piece together the different threads of conversation taking place in an on-line poker waiting room. Jessy was easy since it was mostly messages between, she and Sammy, who turned out to be a – opps, no spoilers here!! I’m working on the “girls” for many reasons.
About the latest Trump indictment: In my senior High School year, I ran for Class President. I was basically a smart-ass, class clown, incorrigible cut-up and all-around pain in the butt to the school teachers and staff. I was accepted by the cool crew and the jocks although not in either group. The goths and the nerds tolerated me because I didn’t pick on them. In my own Madonna way: I just wanted to have fun.
The school Administration called an assembly the day before elections and the subject of the assembly was how important your vote is and how important it is to vote for responsible candidates. During the assembly, a Thunderstorm struck allowing yours truly to yell from the bleachers: “ Even God is against this blatant attempt to besmirch my intent to bring the voice of ALL seniors to the attention of the Administration.” I won election and accomplished very little unless you include abusing every perk the office of President of the Senior Class allowed. Trump will use the Thunderstorm and let’s hope the outcome is the same. (I mean he gets elected, not accomplishes very little, silly!)