Funkytown is just a stop on the way to Crazytown

I am back. I did see something funny today. I saw a dude on one of those scooters. You know the type that people with difficulty walking are using (like George in Seinfeld while he was at Play It Again Sports after he tumbled down the stairs in the Summer of George after his trade from the Yankees to Tyson Chicken in Arkansas-the most long winded set up ever). The dude was "driving" on the road in an industrial area. The amazing thing is that he looked like Jerry Garcia.

I know it could not be Jerry because he has been dead since 1995. This guy was a dead ringer for him though. He did lack the tie dye shit and guitar. Can you see Jerry Garcia on stage with the Dead (I guess that is who he is playing with these days, reunited with all the keyboard players from the Dead that died before he) playing while rolling around with a scooter? Picture that one.

Well, it is almost weekend time. This one starts with a trip to the outlaws. I have to put on my game face before going to "Crazytown". It is the loop of sameness that strikes me and one that I find harder and harder to face. It is like watching reruns. It is good for children because they crave familiarity. Me, as much as I can handle familiarity, I find more fun in the new and unknown. There is none of that there. It is sad.

The wife and lad made their annual pilgramige to the Canadian National Exhibition, or as it is called here, "The Dirtiest Show on Earth". That is not the grounds but a combination of that and the people. It is one big infection as far as I am concerned. My father NEVER took us as kids, and I wanted to go. I did go down with friends as soon as I was old enough to go alone (11 or so). The funniest part is that I understand my father's aversion to that swine pit. My brother is the same way. They did have fun and even better, I did not have to be there.

I am done for this week. Have a great long weekend all of you! Ciao!