Captain’s Log 4,408
Got this online note on one of the geocaches we hid for Historic Highway 80. Cracked me up.
“Got a great laugh when I opened a pill bottle I found near the cache thinking it might be the find. 2 joints inside. Left it there.”
When I had just started this sport, I went out to the coastal areas north of the city to hunt. I came upon a black bag hidden under a bench. I assumed it was the cache, but when I opened it, there was a hash pipe tucked inside. Probably not the geocache! LOL! In fact, the actual cache was about 20 feet away tucked into a fence post. The surprises found whilst geocaching are limitless. I once found a $20 tucked into the coin return of a pay phone at a truck stop in Gila Bend, Arizona. That was probably a drug deal that I ruined because I took the money and bought ice cream for my traveling companions.
Young men conduct drug deals on a daily basis in the parking lot in front of the museum. It starts about 2:30 when the guys show up to “play basketball.” The police do nothing about it because they go off shift at 3:00. They certainly don’t want to start something at 2:30 that might make them work a second over their shift time. They have even told me that when I complained. I actually came upon a car deal one morning as I drove in. I followed the buyer to the turn around area and rolled down my window. I kindly explained that his business transactions were interfering with my museum visitors and requested that he find a more clandestine area to make his purchases. I didn’t use the word “clandestine” because he looked rather dull-witted. But he moved on and we have not seen that particular buyer again.
I stopped at a light last night on my way home and watched a meth-head woman dance around with her cardboard sign. Her face was covered with sores and most of her teeth were missing. She weighed all of 100 pounds. There she was, listening to the music in her head hustling money for her next score. When I see something like that, I am glad I haven’t followed that road.
I’m not much of a user. I never touch anything that you smoke, swallow with water, inject, or inhale. My average alcohol consumption is maybe two drinks a month. I drink to be social for the most part. I am just as happy with a diet soda. I have been called square, boring, and uninteresting. All the insults that have been hurled at me for living simply have failed to change my mind. In fact, the more I am insulted told what to do or think, the more likely I am to resist those efforts even more.
This has been my anthem for a very long. Thank you, Leslie Gore.
And thank you, Bette, Diane, and Goldie for putting your spin on this one. Great stuff! I’m nice until I am pushed. Then it’s not so nice.
This is nice. I received this as a gift when we were in Iowa. Well, I was the only one with a coffee bean grinder, so I was the one who took it home.
This coffee is small-batch roasted in a sheltered workshop in Sioux City. Sales profits go to help support programs for people with special needs. It’s a great idea and I was blessed to receive this gift. They have an online store, and I plan to support their efforts more and more. What a fabulous idea! Go Jumpy Monkey!
It’s Friday! I’ve already put in enough hours to “qualify” for a stay-at-home day, but that’s not how it works.