Peace!

What's in a name? If yesterday's post title means anything, a lot of people around the world seem interested in possum grapes and persimmons. I had more hits on the blog yesterday than I've had in about two years for non-religious utterings. Actually there weren't that many--less than 40--but I am used to getting between five and twenty per day. None of it buys me love and happiness and I definitely do not feel like I should win a Pulitzer, but I will sign autographs for 50 cents each 'cause I feel a star growing on my belly.
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Obama wins Nobel Peace Prize. Not bad for a man presiding over two war fronts where innocent civilians are dying each day. I dunno ...

I was probably left off the list of possible recipients of the award because of my hawkish stand against the reckless act of deep-frying Moon Pies®; civilized people know they should be treated with respect by being fricasseed and served under roux. Red wine always; Mad Dog preferred.

I should win a lifetime achievement award just on suspicion I have done something good over the past 6.5 decades. Alas, peons are always the bridesmaids.
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I have big plans for today: I hope to have my hair cut and then go for my weekly fix of methotrexate. If time permits, I may hang out at the drugstore for a bit with other geezers while we await the filling of our many prescriptions. Last time I was there we spent an idle hour comparing our false teeth. I could even ease into The Cottage for LDL on a bun and a cold mug of the "Champagne of Bottled Beer".