Suffocates in manure? Can it be?

I am back. Whoever is hacking into my site here, please, stop it! With that out of the way, I was struck by something in the news today. Some 19 year old dude died by suffocating in a large manure pile (pit?) when his tractor fell in. That is one of those workplace accidents that is just freaky. I can think of a million ways to go, but not once did I consider suffocating in shit. How does the family explain that one to others without the urge to snicker. They did lose a child and that is not funny. Yet, when adding "suffocating in manure/shit", the funny factor raises its inappropriate laughter head. Just ponder that scene.

The weekend was okay. We had the family of one of the lad's friends over for dinner. The boy, my son's friend, has tried to sleep over before, but he was not quite ready to do it, for what ever reason. It was not, nor is it, a big deal. Dinner was lovely, with my wife preparing and me doing the barbecue. We had shrimp, only it was a Costco jumbo bag of shrimp. We spent too long taking the shells off those ugly buggers and sticking them on the skewers. They were good but there were WAY too many. I guess I have barbecued shrimp for another dinner. There are worse things, like reading this banal shit.

Sorry for boring you with the boring details of my life. Hell, I lived it and it was boring. Thankfully there was alcohol to make it appear more exciting than it was. Either that, or it distorts my sense of time enough so that I do not realize how innane my life actually is. I would say "has become" but I do not think it has really changed in twenty years. I do not recall if it was Thoreau or Voltaire who wrote of men living lives of quiet desperation. It is true, though, given my trips to Mayfair, it may lives of stinking perspiration. The jury is still out on that one.

Fidel Castro is improving. It is good that the 80 year old dictator has some tyrant life left in him. Keep fighting the good fight, Fidel. We miss you. Your people miss you. They may be hungry but at least they have Florida type weather, so little need to worry about heating the shack in the winter.

I have noticed that you do not see enough children named Chester these days. Where are the Ethels, Berthas and Beulahs hiding? Just wondering. Ciao!