Pepe le Pew thinks you reek

 The wife and I went to a sit-down burger place for dinner last night. Everything was going great until the hostess sat some people at the next table. I’m not sure what brand perfume the lady was wearing but she sure had a lot of it on. 

A lot.

And it was strong. My eyes started to smart like I was spraying Roundup, the real kind that kills everything.  Think flower-scented ammonia.

What possesses people to slather themselves in perfume snd cologne  that permeates the air within a Fauci-like six foot circle? 

If it’s you, just stop. 

Hobbies should not be habits

Happy Sunday. 

A couple of weeks ago we drove past what used to be Camp Kickthawenund, an old Boy Scout camp. I went to summer camp there several times. One summer I went twice, once with my troop and once with another troop. It was Okay, I knew those guys, I lived in a small town. In fact, I went through the Firecrafter ritual there. 

I sometimes camped with other troops. To celebrate the nation’s Bicentennial, the local Boy Scout council held a giant camperee for the whole council — BiJambo. I don’t know why my troop did not participate, but the troop from Mulberry did and I went with them. My dad was good friends with that troop’s Scoutmaster and arranged it. 

By coincidence, after college I served as an Assistant Scoutmaster for that troop before I had kids. 

Most of the time, as a kid, my troop went to Randsburg Reservation. Anyway, by the time I was 16 or so I quit going to Summer Camp. I had a job, and then there was girls, and cars…and I had earned my Eagle by yhen.

I remained active in the Scout Troop, serving as a Junior leader until I left for college. 

I never lost my love for camping. Unfortunately that passion was never shared by my wife and only my oldest son had any interest in scouts. I did take him to Weeblos camp at Kikthawenund a couple of summers when I served his pack as Weeblos Leader. He was done with it by the time he could move on from Cub Scouts and Weeblos. 

So it goes. 

When you see the Southern Cross for the first time

 

Dr. Green to Trauma 2, Stat...

 I've been watching old episodes of ER for the past week or two. I forgot how good the show was. I've also noted there were 20+ episodes in a season, not the 13 or sometimes fewer we are offered these days from both broadcast TV or streaming services. 

She sits alone waiting for suggestions

 

Don't skip on this one, listen to the bass line. That's quality folks.

Monday on Wednesday

 I’ve lollygagged enough. It’s back to work. I extended my glorious Independence Day holiday from last Friday until yesterday. I did not do much beyond watch old episodes of ER and relax . It was wonderful. 

Now I have to work on my presentation for the big sales meeting next week. 

I never travel these days and here I go for a few days next week after spending a week on the road at the end of June. Three days in the greater Detroit area. It’s good to be me, right?

Asked and delivered

 I told my Amazon spy device to play some 70s rock. It played Stairway to Heaven immediately followed by Free Bird.

That's about as 70s as you can get.