A Week in February

Where to Begin?

My last blog opened with a photo of some Lads I picked up from Iceland frolicking in front of my TV. 

Today however I begin with a little statuette of Trump being abused with a Cheeto by a striped cat figurine in a bar at Burning Man.

It was funny at the time. Nobody there thought that he could win. 

​And yet.....

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Borders

Our Cheeto In Chief, campaigned about building a wall along the US southern border with Mexico. 

I have been along that border in many different places.
 
In California, at one of the more traversed entries, there is a wall and a fence and armed guards, dogs, night-vision and infrared detection,  helicopters, etc, etc. 

I have had my car searched on more than one occasion, looking less for drugs, untaxed imports, fruits and vegetables that might harbor pests that could destroy the agriculture economy of California but more for humans that might be stowed away in my trunk.

And I have seen plenty of "illegals" get through in spite of those measures.
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I have also been to the border in very remote regions in Texas; Big Bend National Park where there is no wall and there is no need for one because there are hundreds of miles of desolate desert on both sides that create a barrier far more imposing than what humans have been able to accomplish. 

Building a wall there would be expensive, fool-hardy and unnecessary, but a promise is a promise...

Why do I bring this up?

Let's just call it a PSA and move on....

Jon Danniells
February 9 at 5:55pm · Atlanta · Going through boxes; found W2's from 1990- Twin Peaks and the pilot for Beverly Hills Hill aka Beverly Hills 90210; talk about Throwback Thursday

The task of going through boxes continues as we attempt to put everything we have collected over the years into storage. 

Family
This blog is about me.

It helps me share what's going on in my life with family and friends. 

It helps me remember and keep track of my life.

I try to be respectful of  Cindy and Skye and not over-sharing as it were. 
So there will gaps as to where in the world I am because of that. 

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Playing with Records
Having said that; Cindy did have a birthday recently and I gave her a record player because she had a stack of records from her distant past that we ran across while "down-sizing"  that she was really wanting to listen to. 
​I went into a local record store, something I haven't done in years, except for on my recent trip to LA. The friend I was staying with is a record collector so I accompanied him on a couple of his hunting forays which probably contributed to my purchase. 

I spent a good hour in there
​Herding Hats
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