Welcome back my friends to another exciting edition of "What is Going on in Michael's Head?".
To start, I told you a couple of days ago that I would tell you about an opportunity to but some good, cheap land. USA Today has an article in their off-beat news section about an entire town that is for sale. The article is here. Evidently, White's City, New Mexico, all 366 acres, is being auctioned off! Now, since I have only made $3.54 on this blog, I cannot afford to buy the entire town...I wonder if they would sell me a road?
The story is quite interesting and worth a read, but it made me think about a story that my family tells about my dad. In the town where I grew up, there is a neighboring town called Orleans. As the story goes, my dad and his friends once had the grand idea that they were going to save enough money to buy the township of Orleans. Why? In there master scheme, the town would be renamed "New Orleans". That was their sole purpose for planning their purchase.
No one ever told me if their idea was born out of the ideals of British colonization, or it it was brewed deep in the heart of Milwaukee or St. Louis, perhaps near a brewery. In any event, the plan never came to fruition. The town is still Orleans, and it is still not for sale.
Switching gears, I am currently attending a conference for my job as a teacher. Teachers are generally poor learners. We sit and listen to the lecturer, constantly thinking about how we would do the job better and the people in attendance would learn much more. Regardless, thanks to a small event today, the conference just got a little bit better...
While reading a story called "Clay" by celebrated Irish author James Joyce, the instructor asked if anyone knew where the character Maria lives. A loud-mouthed woman sitting across the room shouted, "I know, she lived with a bunch of prostitutes." The teacher, with a smug little grin on her face replied, "Actually, she lived with Protestants, not prostitutes." Seizing the ultimate opportunity, I spoke up, saying, "What are we going to split hairs here? Prostitute, Protestant. Tomato, tomato." For some reason, that wasn't completely well received...
Finally, one more little anecdote...one of the guys that I am working with is named Bobby Bouchey. No joke. How can I not ask him about his momma???
A little bit of everything about a little bit of everything.
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3 comments:
two questions:
1) does your new friend bobby play fooseball?
2) why do heathen women of ill refute refuse to except responsibility for their own wanton existence? my advice to alls you godless jezebel tarts out there, and you know who you are, own it. be the atheist floozy slattern that god made you and be proud of it. don't make hecklers such as the notorious f.a.r. out to be the bad guy for simply pointing out the obvious.
thank you, and god bless.
opine.
baum.
I think we all would have said the same thing Michael - I know I would have. No blood, no foul.
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