6/27/07

-Late afternoon; 4:38 p.m. — about the same time that “Sure Enough” was written. Which means like “Sure Enough” it wasn’t written (“fabricated”) in the morning to fill slow time. I had seen an insane-traffic-move that afternoon by an SUV bearing a Dubya-sticker, so I reported it.
I see plenty of insane-traffic-moves — usually about one per day. About 60% don’t have Dubya-stickers, but the remaining 40%, for whatever reason, do (I’m detecting a pattern here: like Dubya-supporters seem to think they’re immune to traffic-law, laws of physics; whatever).
The non Dubya-sticker insane-traffic-moves go unreported, but the Dubya-stickers get reported — because I know that’s what gets youz guys all-bent-outta-shape.

Boom-chicka-boom-chicka-boom-chicka-boom-chicka......
It was extremely hot today (Wednesday, June 27, 2007), so I left the windows slightly open on the Bucktooth-Bathtub in the parking-lot, since there’s no shade.
I had to patronize mighty Weggers after the YMCA, so I left the windows partly open going there, since it’s a short trip.
Attaining Weggers means driving down the main drag, and then left onto Eastern Blvd. at a huge seven-lane intersection.
I fell in with others at the intersection since we had been stopped by a traffic-light.
Windows partly open, I found myself surrounded by “Boom-chicka-boom-chicka-boom-chicka-boom-chicka......”
And the “Boom-chicka-boom-chicka-boom-chickas” were at different rates, so outta synch.
“Boom-chicka-boom-chicka-boom-chicka-boom-chicka......” to my left and “Ba-BOOM, Ba-BOOM, Ba-BOOM” to my right.
And above it all was a rap-singer (?????) loudly yammering the F-word.
I woulda missed all this, had I sealed up the windows.

Brain-injury.......
I asked an older man at the Canandaigua YMCA what his ailment was. He’s yammered at me before, and usually yammers at all-and-sundry, including the users.
He told me part of his brain had been removed, so I said “that lady and I are both stroke-survivors.”
“Yeah, well you’re doing better than she is — her whole left side is gone.”

My loudmouthed, macho brother-in-Boston is accusing me of “fabricating” Dubya-sticker reports to fill time in the morning when I don’t have anything to write about.

RE: “gets youz guys all-bent-outta-shape...” refers to my tub-thumping conservative siblings, who think George Dubya Bush is the greatest president of all time.

“Mighty Weggers” is Wegmans, a large supermarket-chain based in Rochester we often buy groceries at.

“The Bucktooth-Bathtub” is our 2005 Toyota Sienna minivan; called that because it’s white, and like sitting in a bathtub, and the grille appears to have a bucktooth.