This morning’s dream

This morning’s (Sunday, January 27, 2008) dream was not about bus-driving, but since it makes no sense, and doesn’t follow a logical order, I must report it SO THE BLUSTER-BOY WILL HAVE SOMETHING TO FOAM ABOUT.
It’s a variation on the old anti-smoking dream; except SuperTuesday is coming, and Linda gets to vote, whereas I can’t.
As Linda says: “I’m not a member of any organized political party. I’m a Democrat.” (It’s an old Will Rogers line.)
In other words. she’s registered as a Democrat, whereas I’m not registered as anything — not even Independent.
Yet if it comes down to Hillary-Dillery versus John McCain, she’ll vote for McCain; AS WILL I.
Chuck Norris, a shill for Huckleberry, suggested McCain was too old.
McCain had the perfect response, probably held for some time for just such a criticism, but perfect none-the-less.
“I guess I’m gonna hafta send my 95-year-old mother over to wash his mouth out with soap.”
So here we are, up in the West Bloomfield Town Hall to vote, although I can’t.
Carroll Shelby, founder of Cobra Cars, is trotted out as a leader of the anti-smoking lobby.
My wife puts down she doesn’t smoke.
“Surely you must smoke, Mr. Hughes,” a nurse says.
“Absolutely not! Never have. Never will. It costs too much, and ruins your health.”
Every time some health-provider asks me that, that’s the response they get.

RE: “Not about bus-driving.......” —For 16&1/2 years I drove transit bus for Regional Transit Service, the transit-bus operator in Rochester, N.Y.

“The bluster-boy” is my all-knowing, blowhard brother-in-Boston, who noisily badmouths everything I do or say.

“Linda” is my wife of 40 years.

“Hillary-Dillery” is Hillary Clinton; “Huckleberry” is Mike Huckabee.

We live in the town of “West Bloomfield,” N.Y.