Wednesday, 5 August
Spotty:
Here’s to science! A nifty experiment on your part vis the astrologers. If even one had survived we might be able to put some credence in their craft, but alas...
Mussolini’s hat... There was a young musical combo with that very name playing on the television several nights ago. They seemed to be very angry about something. Perhaps payments from their trust funds were being held up by jealous and meddling relatives. I know that always put me in a foul mood when I was their age. But I was not nearly so hairy as are they, at least in the parts that were showing.
Buster Newsome came a-calling today. We hugged at the door as is our custom but this time Buster held on a bit too long and I was forced to push him over backwards. He did a perfect reverse somerset and came up standing. He tipped his bowler and spit in my face. I turned a fire hose on him. (I have them running here and there about the place like giant snakes.) This sent him flying back a good twenty paces. His feet left the ground and he was carried backwards as if in some kind of theatrical harness. He vowed a swift and violent revenge. “Not if I get to you first, Buster!” I intoned. I doubt he’ll act on his threats but just in case I have Fibble on the roof with an MG-42 (or is it the 34?) ready to let spray at the first sight of the bothersome Buster Newsome.
I leave you now with this question: when did it all start to change?
Youthfully yours,
Junger
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