The HBird Bar and Grill:

It’s just a seedy dive on the wrong side of the tracks; rife with drugs and prostitution and pornography and heavy drinking. You just know that on any given night a brawl will break out and furniture will be broken. Not the type of place where you would bring your mother.

But the HBird does have a loyal clientele. Fiercely loyal. I spoke to two of them. The first requested anonymity, so I will call him “Paul”.

 

“Paul’s” wife thinks he mining the Honeysuckle’s for a needed paycheck. But instead, he is down at the HBird sucking down some sleazy sugar water. “Paul” says he desperately needs relief from the drudgery of daily life, and he finds it a the HBird.

That’s cool “Paul”.

The second patron is Joey.

 

Joey doesn’t give a damn who knows he is here. As he says, he ain’t got no friggin ball and chain holding him down.

He loves the HBird. “There is always some fun goin’ down. Sometimes a crap table appears. Other times it the poker game in a smoky room out back.” He always packs an ace up his sleeve.

As to the frequent fights Joey admits to instigating a few of them, but hey it’s what makes the joint memorable.

See you there soon!

Happy Winter Solstice!!!

 I've been researching customs associated with shortest day of the year.

It seems you can do whatever floats your boat.

Celebrate well!

C'est fini

 

The shower is done. They say I may be able to use it in a day or so.

Cactus Pete has the spirit!

Nothing screams "Happy Holidays" like a cactus with ornaments!

Finally, my bathroom is finished

 

My shower was old and dated. It screamed 1969 or 1965, hard to be sure.

But I hired one of those one day renovation companies.

I got a fresh new look.

It is a new avant-garde look. I tell you, my design is cutting edge. I expect copycats left and right.

So. Dakota St. 42, Holy Cross 21

 I'm sure that just like me, you have all been celebrating the Jackrabbit's victory over Holy Cross. (Dancing in the street is not recommended for people who live on major thoroughfares.)

Jack's are in semis: only Montana St. stands in their way to the national championship game!

GO JACKS!

The first signs of Christmas:

Technically, Karla hasn’t approved of the St. Bernard hanging over the TV, but not to worry, he is of the dry-mouth variety of Saints.

Yes, we have our tree. Don’t you just love how we chose to decorate it!!! It just gets me into the spirit of Christmas.

And, of course we have Poinsettias. Sadly, almost immediately after they came home something was easting on them. So, I sprayed them with an oil that is supposed to suppress all sort of stuff. I have quarantined the live Poinsettias to a remote gulag on the back porch. 

HO HO HO!!!