“…Leave your worries on the door step…”

Today's Tids Issue 3,649.

For Love:

The conventions create a sort of fictitious enthusiasm for candidates. The truth of voter affection will be known better around a month from now when the titillation ebbs and reality takes hold. So just hang in there and maybe a clear picture will arise from this morass

Maybe we should all just take a break from the heartbreaks of the world and the frustrations of the elections and think only of romance. Think of the beauty of making someone deliriously happy, holding hands while standing in a clear mountain stream. Looking into eyes that absorb your soul. Feeling tingles overwhelming your body. Flying above the clouds buoyed by love. Dive into your dreams. The world will still be spinning when you return.

According to some Democrats exulting in the Hillary nomination, it appears that I’m supposed to be really happy for NOW. Shoot me.

The Question:

Where do you go after you leave “your worries on the doorstep”? Bonus: Name a great song by Maureen McGovern. Her songs were sung in two well known disaster movies. Name them

The Headlines:

--Markets Up Barely Despite Plunge In Durable Goods Orders; Apple Soars On Services Business, Better Than Estimate IPhone Sales; Coke Profits Strong But Revenue Continues To Slide As Bloomberg Effect Takes Hold.

--Hillary Nominated As First Woman Presidential Candidate Of A Major Party; Clinton Also Named Subject Of New IRS Investigation Of Clinton Foundation.

--All Charges Against Officers In Freddie Grey Case Dropped.

--Blocs of Sanders Supporters Walk Out Of Convention.

--Massive IS Bomb Rocks Kurdish City Of Qamishli. At Least 54 Dead In Syrian Border City.

--Judge Says Reagan Shooter Hinckley Ok To Leave Hospital And Live In Washington.

Has Bill Clinton stopped talking yet?

Some people yesterday questioned my headline about the little red headed girl. If you read Peanuts you know that Charlie Brown’s hesitations about the girl he loves strikes at the heart of every man who as a kid fought the battle of finding enough courage to ask out the girl of his dreams. That’s why the Little Red Headed Girl segment of Charlie Brown is so poignant to so many.

After an exhaustive investigation it has been learned here that the Bernie fans were most upset by his Monday night speech because it ran into the Bachelorette. There goes the revolution.

For some reason when writing about Hillary I find myself typing Hilarious. That may stick.

A lot of people walking around town these days look to me as if they are wearing costumes.

The price of entertainment and sports events is way out of sight and you never hear of Dems complaining about that.

A sign at the entrance of Democrat Convention credentials room says, “be prepared to show your “Photo ID’s”. How will their illegal alien supporters get in?

Let’s see President Obama and the Governors rushed to judgment in the Ferguson and Baltimore shootings, and yet all the charges against police officers were never issued or dropped entirely. But, the cities burned as the leadership stood by.

Immigrants who sneak in illegally are basically un-American in this nation of laws.

I should have more love in my heart for people who break the law, but I just can’t find it.

BTW, I have been working on getting “The Parking Lot” going again. It’s at about 52,000 words now and should end at around 60K. Our heroine Nancy seems to be running out of allies. Will the ills of her past family’s actions against the Howland’s come back to haunt her? Or will the goodness sowed by her Hick’s family ancestors ride to the rescue.

The Answer:

Why of course you would grab your coat and grab your hat, leave your worries on the door step, just direct your feet on the sunny side of the street!  Bonus: I liked Maureen McGovern and always enjoyed The Morning After”, which she sang in The Poseidon Adventure. She also sang “We may never love like this again” in the Towering Inferno.

Have you noticed how conventions can insidiously infect your mind, and it’s never pretty. I have a lot of holes in my tongue from biting it so hard in this issue. I need an antibiotic. Oh yeah, love. It’s love! Beautiful, irrational, exhilarating love!