On a portable speaker close to where I type these words, The Cars are singing the song “Drive”.  Never a great Cars fan, I enjoy listening to Benjamin Orr handling lead vocals much more that anything Ric Ocasek put forth.  Drive is far and away my favorite Cars song.  The Cars were inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame the same night The Moody Blues were.  I wish Benjamin Orr had lived long enough to see it.

I was reminded today that I have not written a post in a while.  Nice to know someone cares.

Where do we start?  Let’s get the bad stuff out of the way.

Indiana is a great place.  It really is, in spite of ourselves.  My dear wife, Carrie, and I were about to cross the street in Wilmington, North Carolina, when a guy spoke up when he saw Carrie’s sweatshirt that was advertising Indiana University.  Turned out the guy, a half a generation older than us, was an IU grad.  He told us he believed the nicest people he had come across in his travels were from Indiana and North Carolina.  Maybe.

Having travelled many Interstates, highways, and backroads in the Tar Heel State, I have yet to find a road that resembles a public landfill like that of my walking trail on St. Louis Road NW of the house.  It is unreal.  You would think there was sign along this road that says “DUMP YOUR TRASH HERE!”

I know every zip code has its share of hilljacks and idiots.  I just wish the ones in my zip code were not so close.

Case in point…I am convinced that Hansel and Bubba were on my walking trail recently and Hansel was not throwing popcorn out for Bubba to follow the trail.  Hansel was throwing Busch Light beer bottles.

Here’s one.

Here’s two.

There’s three.

And just in case Bubba needed an extra clue, Hansel threw out the six pack holder as well so Bubba was not to be confused again.

This was not an isolated incident.  Business is going well for Jimmy John’s Subs, McDonald’s, Burger King, Taco Bell, Lite Beer from Miller, and Subway.  At the very least, I encountered trash from these establishments on my semi-serene .85 mile walking trail.

Indiana.  We’re soooooooo proud of you!

I apologize.  I should throw the book at Harrison County, Indiana.  If you go to Dubois County, Indiana (not far from here) there is a whole different level of pride along the roadside.  God Bless them!

Let’s get the bad stuff out of the way.  I was taken aback when I saw this infomercial on TV when I obviously hit a button and found a Twilight Zone selling channel.  Make your  hair great again?  Dear Lord help us.  What is this?  Trump Hair Loss?  Is this the Trump Defense Fund at work?  How embarrassing.   This is just affirmation on why I sadly gave up on the Republican Party.  Lord how I hope liberals look like the foolish ones again some day.  We need you now, John Kasich.

On a GREAT note, I saw two Bald Eagles on Rothrock Mill Road a few days ago.  They were in a tree right along the road.  I thought I was going to faint.  You go half a century hoping to see Bald Eagles in your environ and now I can tell you I have seen more than I can sit and name for you.  It is a wonderful thing to behold.

Looking at my photo catalog, I found this picture we made light of at the time.

Me handing off a roll of toilet paper to my Mother last March.  Little did we know what was ahead and what it all meant.  How could we?  We still don’t know.  But I am a little more optimistic than I was six months ago.  I have received my compliment of Moderna vaccines.  We shall see, won’t we?

This old Outfield promo flat finally found its way to a wall in my home office.  My sister game me the frame.  It looks great.  If there are two songs that remind me of my senior year in high school it is The Outfield’s smash Your Love and The Moody Blues’ last Top Ten hit Your Wildest Dreams.  Yes, I know.  It was 35 years ago.  The Moodies have been on the wall for years.

I tip my cap to Brenda Eubank.  This is in the library at Paoli High School.  I have to think Brenda had a hand in putting it there.  I think it is awesome.  Thanks to Brenda and e.e. cummings.

The field behind the house.  I like the camera on my new phone.  I just wish it was not subject to trash on the side of my waking trail.

Speaking the rights.  And, know I pick Alabama to win the NCAA Men’s Basketball Championship.

Danny Johnson