No, I haven’t lost my mind.\u00c2\u00a0 Yet.\u00c2\u00a0 I don’t mean prez of the U.S. of A.\u00c2\u00a0 I mean of the Byrd Park Civic League.\u00c2\u00a0 That’s where I’ve been lately.\u00c2\u00a0 In the Presidential Zone.\u00c2\u00a0 It all began last October when the former president resigned because he was going to move.\u00c2\u00a0 He still hasn’t moved, but that’s another story.\u00c2\u00a0 Mine was the only name in nomination.\u00c2\u00a0 Why?\u00c2\u00a0 Because I’ve been going to these meetings every other month for forever, and they all know me as the guy who reads the weird stories at the Holiday Potluck every December.\u00c2\u00a0 Who wouldn’t want a guy who writes stories about sadistic angels and genetically modified reindeer to be their president?<\/p>\n
I stumbled along more or less satisfactorily, given that this isn’t exactly saving the economy or keeping us out of war with Iran, when Spring shows up, the perennial Byrd Park cruising scene goes ballistic while we’re on a weekend camping trip, and my inbox is swamped in hysteria and outrage.\u00c2\u00a0 Two of my favorites.\u00c2\u00a0 Each year young people in tricked out cars with killer sound systems come from far and wide to gray the neighbors’ hair and create edgy gridlock.\u00c2\u00a0 The cops always act surprised, but eventually get their act together.<\/p>\n
For me, this meant lots of emails (oh joy!) and conversations with police.\u00c2\u00a0 My years of working in donut shops gave me a great deal of experience in the latter.\u00c2\u00a0 So this blog has been hanging out in the backseat of my life along with several other matters, waiting for a lull in the mayhem.\u00c2\u00a0 Yesterday was Easter, so there wasn’t much going on.\u00c2\u00a0 Even cruisers have mamas who want them in church come Easter, or at least not drinking in the park.\u00c2\u00a0 We’re about to do a little traveling and will miss the next two Sundays.\u00c2\u00a0 But isn’t that what presidents do when the shit hits the fan?\u00c2\u00a0 Do a little foreign travel?\u00c2\u00a0 Maybe I can find the president of some neighborhood association in Bologna and drink to the peaceful resolution of all our neighbors’ woes.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
No, I haven’t lost my mind.\u00c2\u00a0 Yet.\u00c2\u00a0 I don’t mean prez of the U.S. of A.\u00c2\u00a0 I mean of the Byrd Park Civic League.\u00c2\u00a0 That’s where I’ve been lately.\u00c2\u00a0 In the Presidential Zone.\u00c2\u00a0 It all began last October when the … Continue reading