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Today we celebrate the birthday of Bobby Pickett, born in 1938. He was a singer, best known for his silly little ditty Monster Mash which was originally intended as a parody of idiotic dance crazes and ended up being another idiotic dance craze. Yes, folks, some things are so crazy that a parody of them looks just like another one of them. Yesterday nothing happened. Well, perhaps a trip to the dump, and on the way back I decided to take New Town Road instead of the more direct H.G. Trueman road because I wanted to see how the electric company was coming along with installing the super-tall power poles everybody's complaining about. So, they were busily installing one of the new poles, and they were briefly stopping traffic. No problem, I'm in no hurry. The new poles are, indeed, moderately enormous, but they don't dominate the scene like everybody was afraid of, and they look lots more professional than the forest of claptrappy wooden poles they're replacing. No sign yet of work beginning on putting the Solomons Island Road electric wires underground. And no sign yet of beginning work on the new sidewalks they've been having us sign easements for. Today looks like it's gonna be another great day for doing as little as possible. Happy Doing As Little As Possible! OrneryPest |
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