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Lunedi Senza Parole #39

Indovina dove! Guess where!
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Friday The 13th

Friday the 13th has a different effect on different people. Some don’t believe in superstitions and go on their way without fear of catastrophe.  They are content and unphased by the calendar. Others stay at home and bar the windows, absolutely convinced that Friday the 13th will bring them misfortune. They mark their calendars in advance and stay completely clear of these dreaded days. Me? I’m in the middle of these two extremes. Let’s just say I go about my day but a keep an eye open over my shoulder. It’s not that I’m particularly superstitious; I’m just prudent.

For instance, I will not do certain things on Friday the 13th. Some examples include: Filing income taxes, going to the doctor, or flying on an airplane. Yeah, I guess that does make me more than a little superstitious but what the hell. It’s better to be safe than sorry, right? I would hate to crash in a plane with my 1040 in hand while seated next to my doctor. That makes sense, right? 🙄

So today, I am not going to file my income taxes; I’m going to wait. I have no doctor appointments and I’m sure as hell not boarding a plane, Corona Virus aside. Oh, but the list could go on forever and ever. Maybe I’ll just go fishing and hope that I don’t catch 13 trout. That would spell disaster for sure!🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟🐟

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Old Math – New Math – No Math

What a world!

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If you follow this blog regularly, you know that I am a semi-geezer who is chiseled from the stone of another era. I have a strong reverence for the 1950’s and 1960’s which polished my rough facets into a finished urban American.

I come from a time when the Three R’s were standard fare in public schools and I have benefited greatly from my education. While all three are woefully lacking in today’s education system, it is the third R – ‘rithmatic that seems to have been completely lost in its various manifestations over the years.

As you have probably guessed, I hail from a time when math was the old math: You know, the kind that made sense and was actually used on a daily basis. I was once a paperboy some six decades ago and I remember being able to make change for any dollar amount without employing…

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Lunedi Senza Parole #38

Indovina dove! Guess where!
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The Talking Toilet At Tret

Just thinking of home this evening… 🤣

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A flush always beats a straight but a flush can also beat your neighbor, or so I thought.

It was early in the morning and I slowly stumbled out of bed and into the bathroom. I was weary from the grappa onslaught of the night before and was trying to talk myself into beginning another day here in Northern Italy. The bathroom was warm from the wall heater and the pine toilet seat was also warm and comfortable. It is those little things in life that we learn to appreciate the most as we get older.

I sat down and readied myself slowly for one of life’s nominal tasks. After a few moments, there came a thunderous noise from beneath my ass. I thought it a good fart at first. But is sounded like someone blowing their nose; then something jabbered in Italian, the precise content of which I could…

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Mothballs

We have all been exposed to those delightful little orbs that are supposed to kill moths. The mere mention of them brings forth memories from our childhood. Remember grandma’s closet? I do!

Recently, I went looking for mothballs and found that the original item is in short supply. I needed a couple of boxes for the closets but also to repel vermin from under my deck. They are indeed hard to find these days. Perhaps little millennial dissidents have included them in their diet along with Tide Pods.

Undaunted, I checked several stores with no luck. Finally, I found some at the local Dollar Store. But wait a minute. They weren’t the same old mothballs I remember. A box contained a couple of plastic packets of the white gold but the total quantity was awesomely small. I had to buy about 10 boxes to satisfy my needs. Where had the huge box of white, crystalline stuff of yesteryear gone to?

As I transported my meager find homeward bound, I remembered with a smile all of those past years when I simply bought-up boxes of mothballs at will. It’s these small changes over the years that many of us geezers seem to remember the most. Mothballs seem to have gone the way of 19 cents-a-gallon gasoline, fresh milk at the door and thousands of other things from my youth.

Is it that there are fewer moths in the world? Has climate change wiped them out? I doubt it. It seems more like so many things in today’s world. Prevention is no longer an option; it has been supplanted by replacement. Why take the time to moth proof your woolens when you can just waddle down to the store and buy more? The same is true with cars. Why take care of your car if you’re going to lease a new one next year?

Being a child of the 1950’s I will go on searching for moth balls in my quest to vanquish both moths and vermin. Ah, but where to find them? That’s the rub. Were all the moth balls used-up killing Mothra in 1961?🙄

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A Neck The Size Of Juanita’s Hominy

A little Wednesday humor…

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Okay, I admit it’s a quirky title. But please stay with me a bit and read on.

My wife (with a lovely neck by the way) is an artist who makes all of her own jewelry. She has made everything from rings to bracelets to earrings, all of them exquisitely crafted. She has become a true expert. Recently, she was putting together a new creation, a necklace made of intricate wire. I watched as an eager spectator, wanting to learn her secrets. To approximate the circumference of the necklace, she elected to use a can of Juanita’s Hominy. She gently worked the wire around the can, added just a bit and came up with a stunning piece that fit her perfectly.

I am an artistic guy as well but grounded in Truman-like practicality. When I saw what she was doing, I immediately commented that she couldn’t possibly have a neck…

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Corona Virus Mask

The recent outbreak of the Corona Virus and the resulting world-wide hysteria has caused massive shortages of certain sanitary supplies. One item in particular has been wiped off the shelves of every drug store, market and even Walmart. What to do? Use your head and a little imagination.

Introducing the Corona Virus Coffee Filter Mask.

Items required:

One 8-12- cup coffee filter. These are readily available cheaply at any market.
Two small buttons
12″ of round elastic cord.

Fold the filter in half and make two small holes on each side just large enough for the cord to pass.

Pass the cord first through the folded filter and then through one button hole. Trim off extra cord. Repeat for the other side.

You now have an emergency mask that is probably no better but no worse than the ones you cannot buy at any price.

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Remember, masks are effective to help an infected person from spreading any virus to others. However, they are less effective in preventing the acquisition of a virus.

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Lunedi Senza Parole #37

Indovina dove! Guess where!
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Follow songwriter Al Sapetello as he takes you through the back streets of the 1970’s music business on his way to the top. Where will the road lead him?The 1970’s music industry is explored from the inside out, exposing both the beauty and the ugly underbelly of the business. Presented with authority by veteran songwriter Allen E. Rizzi, Hey, Mister Publisher will give you a new understanding of music and the people who make it.

Catch And Release

Ah, if the ice would just break…

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Fly fishing…. it’s been the backbone of my family for many generations. But unlike many fishermen who were reared in the 1950’s, I was taught from an early age the concept of catch and release. Simply put, it is fishing for sport and not for the meat.

That is not to say there’s anything inherently wrong with the catch and kill approach to fishing. There is certainly room for that aspect of fishing as well with some limitations. I’m pretty sure the Native-Americans of the 1700’s and 1800’s weren’t fishing just for sport. However, as the decades have passed, we have learned that nothing is forever and that includes healthy fish populations as well. Fish hatcheries alone can not reclaim healthy fisheries. We all need to do a little of our own share as well. It is largely a question of balance. When I lived in Oregon for example, I…

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