The least warm night so far this year with a get up temperature of 22. A breeze is supposedly making it feel a lot colder but unfortunately, I failed to get that number. I think the wind chill factor is kind of dumb anyway! If it's 22 it's 22!
Like if you have a pan of water heated to 212 degrees and it begins to boil, the bubbles make it appear hotter but if you had put on a sight blinder, stuck your finger into it before the bubbles, then again afterwards, I doubt that you would be able to determine which poke was the hotter. It is as hot as it was as the cold is only just as cold as it is. Huh?
A trip to Eldon is laid out for around 11:00. As in most places there are a lot of nice people there some of which pay their own way while some other nice people are less fortunate. Then too, there are those who are happy with their welfare checks and food stamps and look for no more. Even tho some have less teeth than their Halloween pumpkin, I have no doubt many are several times happier than the folks trying to pay their own way. It's a mad Alfred E. Newman world. "What me worry".
Anyway, to Eldon to the wrong side of where the tracks used to be where we'll attempt to see some of that happiness for ourselves as we pass down the local alleys there and roll in the gutters a few times. Yep, another Friday bowling day with the oldies.
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"Only those things are beautiful which are inspired by madness and written by reason."-André Gide
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