Today's Tids Issue 3,412
Happy September morning everybody, where the sunrise is a little later, and the heat feels cooler. In olden days we’d be cutting mums to adorn beautiful dates at first football games. September arrives with a burst of energy that seems to lifts us all out of the doldrums of August. Kids traipse fields in pads and soccer shorts. or with pointy shaped inflated balls and curved field hockey sticks; black and white balls and a touch of yellow for penalty cards. Road side stands have more tomatoes but diminishing stacks of corn. It’s a enigmatic month where kids hate school but love going back to see friends, When a sense of quiet begins to reappear and towns in tourist areas become once again what they always were – beautiful, sensible places to live. It’s easy to be rapturous about September. I’d better stop now before my heart beats out of my chest.
For all of those who like the evening setting sun but never feel the beauty of the dawn: I’m standing with a friend at the top of a broad green lawn, watching the skitterish play of a mom and her fawn. It’s 10 minutes before the sun, you know when there is a special glow before the flickering bright. Two beautiful deer getting in some play, just before the light. And those rascally humans who may be a fright. The orange sun rises across the blue sea The ruminants disappear, we hear a chirp from a tree. And frantic burst of sound, calling us to turn around; to see their but 12 feet across the ground, regally unmoving stands a hawk, proud. Mighty and exposed, but not afraid of we two, my pal and I. Then we see it beneath that talon, his prey, his food to start the day. He doesn’t move or flutter a wing, but resolved, the beast stays. And the frantic chirps we had heard, grow aloud, and it is alarming. Suddenly we see a small bird fluttering, swarming, angry at the demon giant neath her nest, She attacks the predator, which doesn’t sway. Again and again she pecks away. Begone the fiend seems to say. But to no avwil we see. And neath that talon, a dying peep, it’s momma bird’s child in eternal sleep. Her anger mounts and she, this sadden mom attacks again, But the monster never moves, just looks away. And as we watch, our hearts are heavy with grief, for this saddened mom who lost a child this beautiful day. And it hurts, we agree, as we walk to begin our play.
Name five songs with the word “September in the Title”. Or about the month.
--Weak China Economic Date Has World Markets Lower, US Could Have Seriously Down Day; Exchange Invoked Rule 48 For Smoother Opening. Dow Down Over 370 By 10:00.
--Refugee Problems Growing Out Of Control; Merkle Says Huddled Masses Should Be Distributed Fairly Across Europe.
--Washington State Federal Judge Sides With Anti-Abortion Group Challenging Key Key Birth Control Provision Of O-Admin’s Healthcare Overhaul.
--O-Man Changes Tune, Now Vowing To Push For Police Safety; Law Enforcement Lives Matter.
--New Release of Hillary Emails Creates New Mysteries; State Department IT Department Says They Had No Knowledge Of her Email System.
--Deadly Protest Clashes Disrupt Kiev.
--Newt Gingrich Says Trump Is Electable.
From now on I’m making up my own news, Department:
I could conger up news in my head that would be more accurate than some of the reporting I see. Like last night when Scott Pelley reporting on the change of the name of Mount McKinley only said that a mountain only named by a propesctor from Ohio where McKinley had won the republican nomination. He never mentioned that McKinley was a very well respected President of the USA who easily, overwhlmingly own his second term. He was a progressive politician who changed politicos, and the power of the Presidency. He oversaw a robust economy and led America through the war with Spain. And then this President McKinley was assassinated by an anarchist’s bullet. And America wept, and hundreds of thousands of his citizens from all walks of life passed his casket and mourned his death. No, the word from the left on high must have been that he official story was that it was just a mountain that happened to be named by a prospected. Certainly not a memorial to a very good American President brought down by a mad man. –And then there as the woman who I generally look to for reasoned analysis of news events, Dana Perino. Last night she went on against Tom Brady, after opening her harangue saying she knew nothing about Brady or what he does, and little about deflated footballs; and then-after she said , “Well I guess I’m Denver Broncos fan,” she said “Nobody likes Brady, so he must be wrong.” God save us from people with opinions on TV.
The real sadness of the day is the closing of the Original The Palm restaurant on NYC’s 2nd Avenue. It had the best of great simple meals in the town maybe the country. Great steaks and spectacular hash browns were always plenty for me. The institution with the surly waiters in black vests and long white aprons was the inspiration of all of the current copy cat steak houses. It was the club of admen, writers, journalists and political scoundrels. It was of lunches that lasted til dinner, and checks that required visits to Fort Knox. It was just plain perfect and always a special treat for me, even if I could only afford it once every three years. 89 years, and it is gone. Just like that. Just like Mount McKinley
The top three Repubs in the Iowa Caucus Polls are non-politicians – Trump, Carson and Fiorina.
I see where President Obama is going to appear on the NBC show – “Running Wild”. That is certainly an apt name for the what appears to be the agenda for his remaining months. How much further can he divide a nation in a year? That is the question.
A couple of days ago we were awaiting friends to join us for breakfast at a dockside restaurant. We saw them and waved, They both came over smiling, and the husband looked towards me appearing generally happy to see me. I raised my hand to shake, but he moved past and behind me, to a dog. He was all abeam about a dog sitting in the chair behind me. Whatever happened to humans?
RI First woman Governor Gina Raimondo is looking exactly like another union hack. She is proving once again that there is absolutely no correlation between voting for first in gender, race or ethnicity getting good government for all.
Have you noticed over the years that the news media only reports on melting glaciers in the Summer?
Chris Christie could be the center of attraction during the next Repub debate as he is thinking of going nuclear against trump; What does he have to lose?
If somebody said to me, “Quick, give me two words to describe President Obama?” I would answer, “Useless” and “Divisive”.
The Parking Lot: Chapter 11 continues.
Nancy bent low now has she moved swiftly up the small levee like embankment that was hiding her small cabin. She had several perches along the ridge which allowed her to observe almost 360 degrees without being seen.
Her heart skipped the proverbial beat when she saw with the heavyweight duo her “date” from that dreadful night in the Parking lot. The good news was that were looking at the island with disinterested glances. Why were they out here in the first place she wondered? Did I not cover my tracks at the shoreline behind my home? Or was it just a guess by people who are good at finding prey. The motor rumbled on, while her eyes measured every movement. Finally, their heads tuned towards a larger island down the way, about a quarter mile from her. The boat sped up, and thankfully left her in its broad wake.
She wasn’t going back down to the cabin until she was sure they were off the broad lake. She moved to get a better view and put the sun more to her rear. She brought up binoculars, which she had not deemed safe earlier because of glints off the glass. She was searing the images of the three into her mind, when she felt the vibration of her phone. It was Beth again. “Be fast,” Nancy answered.
“Jared Old Guy walked in after we hung up. He says he has something you might like. Wants to meet.” Has something? Nancy felt a small smile, thought a minute, wondering when it would be safe to leave her secure place. In the predawn light, she could probably be make it to shore. But, going to her home would be a bad idea. What have I gotten into?
Of course there is the September Song. Then you have Earth, Wind and Fire’s September. There is September in the Rain, September Morn, See you in September, My September Love and It might as walk rain until September. And the thre is the lyrics – “It’s a long, long way from May to December, and the days grow short when you reach September.”
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