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Monday, February 07, 2011
February Fun
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Number One Super Bowl Highlight
THE PUG AD WAS #2. No. Not dead, dying, or even seriously indisposed. Just a cavalcade of distractions starting about midweek last week. Late-ish one evening, maybe Tuesday, a 100-lb deerhound pup suddenly starts throwing up all over the place for no discernible reason and doesn't stop for a couple of days. Then a greyhound goes drastically lame, requiring a second huge (panic and) contortion of routine and special procedures. A case of pharyngitis in the stepdaughter ranks. Concomitant modem and phone problems. And on top of all this, Jury Duty. Which seemed to have been dealt with until it suddenly wasn't, maybe Tuesday night, and precipitated lots of drastic reshuffling to comply with the appearance mandate, which is continuing in an aggravated fashion even as we speak. Explanations and elaborations to follow, unless they become too painful to speak of. That's February in these realms and always has been. T. S. Eliot was a great poet but a rotten judge of cruellest months: February by a landslide. Hoc dixi. Apologies. The Super Bowl was dutifully watched. Delighted that at least one prediction of this site was proven wrong. Congratulations to Green Bay. Gotta go. Injured greyhound stumbling up the stairs when he should be in the training room getting his pads off and his long sideline face on. Back at you as soon as the juror who decided the case by looking at the back of the plaintiff's head has extorted the necessary verdict from the absent defendant's peers... 8-Mile. The "mile" roads are rings around the
rotting heart of Detroit.
I've driven on all of them. This isn't pop fantasy like Fergie dressed up as Tina Turner in Mad Max Beyond Thunderdome. It's Detroit, MI. Bad attitude still? You betcha. Johnny Friendly is still president, and his union pals are still in charge. As I said, back at you later. |
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