Lonely Dace


This partial government shutdown is now into its fourth week. We have not seen the worst of it. We see, read, and hear the stories about the government employees not working and those that are being forced to–without pay. They will eventually get paid, but in the meanwhile they’re not feeding the economy like they normally would. That’s three quarters of a million paychecks not being cashed. Then, there’s the trickle down affect. Put it all together and you get a problem. When it all finally has a noticeable affect on the economy, then we’ll really hear and see the stories.

I don’t want to talk about the shutdown right now. Well, maybe I do a little bit. Just the little bit that brings sadness to the Moapa Dace. I walked down to say hi this morning and wound up in the front of an inquisition–mine. Those little fellers were a bit upset. They grilled me like I’ve never been grilled. They even forced me to take a video of their demands. I don’t speak Dace (maybe you do), but body language alone says it all: Continue reading

On My Soapbox–Again

I’ve been debating whether I should even mention my recent experience with the medical profession. Before I do, though, check out this sunset. It will make what you read so much easier to digest.IMG_20180203_172102790_HDR_Fotor

I woke up this morning with the answer to my dilemma swimming around in that grey soup I call my brain. Hell yes, I’m going to tell you about my recent physical, and dental checkup/cleaning. It seems last year was just the tip of the iceberg. If you don’t remember, let me remind you about that the exorbitant fee the insurance company was charged for the basic blood test I donated a few vials Continue reading