Author: Dick

I’ve popped into the library for a few and the machine on which I am using has decided Blogger cannot allow me linkage, so therefore if you want to read anything I happen to mention here you will just have to look it up. Believe me, it won’t hurt a bit. I’ve spent a lifetime looking things up and still I have no better vocabulary than to call those items which I have looked up “things.” Pitiful, just pitiful.

After leaving work at noon I got into the spirit of potential Gustav victim and went shopping for hurricane supplies at Tar-jay and der Valmart. I might even be on some local TV news B-roll tonight as some station was aiming its camera right toward me. If you see me, I will be the shaven-headed old man looking confused at Target.

To be sure, a lot is available to occupy my mind right now: Gustav, GOP veep candidate Gov. Sarah Palin of Alaska (a former beauty queen and local TV news sports reporter)and the post-mortem of Barack, Lunch Pail Joe and the Denver convention. But I think I will just go home from now and watch “Monk” reruns if they happen to be playing. I will keep checking frequently this weekend on Gustav and Hanna (I mispelled her-its name yesterday. Sorry, I have this problem of being a little human.)Happy Labour Day Comrade!

Whether or not Hurricane Gustav will hit my little corner of the Upper Texas Coast or not at least the politicians are determined not to let the storm slip up on them, or so it would seem.

Texas Gov. Rick “Goodhair” Perry has issued a pre-emptive disaster declaration for more than 60 Texas counties while Gustav is still cruising around Jamaica (Mon!) And I understand Louisiana Gov. Mathatma “Bobby” Jindal has done something similar.

Meanwhile, who knows what havoc TS and possible Hurricane Hannah might pull if it arrives on the East Coast near the time of Gustav hitting the Gulf Coast. That’s a lot of wind. It’s kind of like all that wind coming from the presidential race.

TS Gustav’s Cone of Incertitude targets New Orleans for now, but what about later?

Since tropical storm systems have decided once again to target areas of the Gulf coast other than Florida, those of us who got by so many years without them have learned a few virtues. Patience comes to mind and it is a virtue I have long been lacking. But the truth is if you worry about what you are going to do or not going to do on Labor Day because you might or might not get clobbered by a hurricane your head might just turn into a big, old hunk of smoldering madness which might explode into a general messiness.

Tropical Storm and now depression or less, Fay, should be a great example of just never knowing what a tropical system may do. Fay might just stick around and decide to see parts unheard of for its kind such as North Dakota or Salt Lake City. A year from now, Fay might just come calling, knock on your door and ask to crash on the couch. “Whew, I just flew in from Omaha and boy are my arms tired!”

So once again we wait to see what the tropical system might be and then where it might be followed by how bad or how innocuous it might be. Might as well, too wet to plow.

Well, my professional acquaintance didn’t get the nod for vice presidential pick from Barack but this blog’s favorite fashion model did recently win the coveted title of Miss Teen USA.

Heath Waldrop of the Ashley News Observer in Crossett, Ark., e-mailed me the news on Aug. 17 and I just now got to open it because it was on the blog’s e-mail account (that’s a long story and I don’t have long.)

Yes, lovely 18-year-old Stevi Perry of Hamburg, Ark., whose highlights I have been keeping up with due to a nice e-mail her mother Kelli once wrote me won the honor recently at the pageant held in the Bahamas. I don’t exactly understand holding the Miss Teen USA pageant in the Bahamas, that would be kind of like holding the Miss Teen Bahamas in Beaumont, Texas, though not really at all.

But congratulations to Stevi, who says according to her Miss Teen USA bio that she will be attending film school in New York during her reign, tenure or whatever it is when one becomes Miss Teen USA. We hope she becomes a big star so we can say we (virtually) knew you way back when.

As Barack Obama gets his text message fingers ready to announce a Veep choice, there once again has surfaced a glimmer of hope for some sanity in a Democratic presidential ticket.

Some officials have indicated U.S. Rep. Chet Edwards, D-Texas, has made Obama’s short list for vice presidential nominee. Edwards’ name was first floated recently by House Speaker Nancy Pelosi. And as I have indicated before, since Chet is the only potential Veep candidate I know and I feel is a decent guy, I would welcome the news of his being tapped for No. 2 on the Dem ticket. Also, once in the Capitol basement, Chet once bought me a glass of iced tea in the cafeteria so he can’t be all bad.

Now I really wouldn’t support a candidate just because Edwards and I are professional acquaintances. I have tons of acquaintances, both personal and professionals, who are total s**theads. Rather, my knowledge of where Chet has excelled such as in veterans and military affairs are among the reasons I would most likely support an Obama-Edwards team. Otherwise, I’m not sure if I could support an Obama-Anybody team.

So, I won’t get my hopes up but will say ahead of time that it will be a genuine surprise and even delight if Obama picks Chet Edwards as his running mate. But, as I have also said before, doing the deed that makes sense usually is the last act one sees in a presidential campaign although stranger things have happened.