BOO! I can't believe that is has been one year since I have put myself through the pleasure of grousing about something in public. It isn't that I haven't thought of anything, it is that I have been working at some pretty intensive jobs over this time. Some of you may be reacting with smirks and fire-spitting eyes with the jealousy born of hearing me complain about about working when many of you wish that you were working instead of reading me. I guess you will just have to get over it. I am not going to quit because you are out of work. I can't quit. Who can quit and try to maintain a life style on Social Security? You know, that socialist benefit that old people are entitled to have because they and their employers have paid into the program forever...or so it seems. So, OK, I'll change the subject.
How about the dear friend who disappeared into thin air about six months ago? Now, that's a bummer. I don't know what got into her. One day we're "texting" away (not "sexting", smarty pants) and suddenly she fell off the end of the earth. Not a word in six months. No, it's not the economy, stupid. It can't be my B.O. at a distance of 100 miles! Imagine, the wonders of the twenty-first century ganging up on you and making your life miserable. If we didn't have cell phones, we would never imagine that friends could be right next to us while being physically so far away. Then, poof!, no more contact. This, by the way, was not one of those Facebook "friends". This was a real, live, honest to goodness breathing person, full of life, love and the pursuit of happiness. She is too young to die, but not too young to disappear. Boo Hoo!
Ah, yes! Facebook. How many times over the last year have I pushed the "delete" button on e-mail that said, "Francie Chrystafragellistic wants to be your friend." Huh? Friend? Who? Why? Cold Cock a poor guy with a proposal to be friends without ever having met face to face? Not even in "Pete's Hole Inn the Wall" bar on South Canal Street? Friend? Are you kidding me. Get "delete" lost!