It was 95 degrees today in Amherst, New Hampshire.  So said weather.com.  I got confirmation of the heat via email from a friend there.  I keep Amherst as one of my weather spots on my weather page.  The other three are Holly Ridge, North Carolina, Ramsey, Indiana, and Chicago.  I keep up with Amherst, Holly Ridge, and Ramsey because they are significant to both heart and skin.  Chicago is still there from the trip my dear wife, Carrie, and I made in February and I have not changed it.  I think a trip to Jackson, Mississippi is on the horizon in July….so perhaps I will put Jackson on there.

I am on the porch as I write these words.  It is very humid.  I just did 42 minutes on the elliptical a little while ago.  I was in the cool of an air conditioned basement.  It was nice.  I worked up a sweat in the basement and now I am sitting here sweating for no other reason than sitting here and moving my fingers.  I doubt it was this humid in New Hampshire.  I am sure it wasn’t.  I say that because I look forward to a trip there so I can breathe better.  I was not made to live in the Ohio Valley.  I live here anyway.   I enjoy trips to places where I can breathe better.  Colorado comes to mind.  I have said it before.  I will say it again.  In Colorado, the two times I have been there, my lungs felt air in places I didn’t know I had lungs.  It was amazing.  It was also weirdo.  The elevation can make a feller feel kind of funny.

When Carrie and I go to the Berkshires in June we stay a place that has nice air and plenty of great newspapers.  I drink too much coffee and read newspapers for a couple hours of the morning.  Boston Herald, Boston Globe, The Daily News, The New York Post, The New York Times, The Albany Union, The Berkshire Eagle…Carrie and I were in a photo in The Berkshire Eagle once while we were visiting the Norman Rockwell Museum in Stockbridge, Mass.

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Thirty-one years ago today I graduated from high school.  1986.  Seems like longer than that at times.  I was asked what I miss about high school.  I miss some of my teachers.  I had some great ones.  I miss seeing my cronies on a regular basis. It was great then.  Doubt it would be as great now.  I miss playing football with my pals.  I miss playing music in a cassette player.  I miss seeing The Moody Blues in concert for $14.50. I miss cheaper gas prices.  Check out the prices in 1986.  We was having us a gas war of some kind. I miss the days when we were at odds with the Russians instead of playing political footsie with them.  Don’t get me started.  I miss President Reagan.  Who in their right, sane, normal, nonsensical, separation of church and state mind would not?

Fortunately when I look at the younger set I see more wisdom from them than I do the group that has no business trying to lead.  They couldn’t get along in 60s and now it has just gotten worse as time has gone on.  We are victims of the residuals of the protesters on both sides from 50 years ago.   Let’s hope this nightmare doesn’t last long.  Have you heard and seen some of the kids in the 30-something set talk and act lately.  They have some sense about them.  They are subject to terrible examples and they want something better.  I hope I live long enough to celebrate with them on a grand scale.  What we are doing to this country now won’t work out nicely.  It does not take a orange peeler to figure that out.

Did I say don’t get me started?

Oh well.  Just one man trying to…

Speak the Rights.

Danny Johnson