Day 1- Every Dog Has His Day

In less than twenty-four hours, we will have a new President.

Where will we go the day after that.


I finally went for my walk. Here I am just on the heels of a gang of youngfellas disgorged from an locovato Chevy, innocently swinging their poles on a walk to the old fishin' hole.

People aren't who you think they are. That was the reason behind this blog. Anybody remember?

I heard screeching and yelling sounds triangulated by the deep water port, and started to turn around and begin my hike in the opposite direction. Too late.

About five dudes from a Cambodian gang I recognized were squatting around watching a pitbull maul a fighting cock half to death. My sudden movement attracted the dog towards me.

The group of truant cholo fishermen up ahead made a circle around me. Without even pausing in their conversation. Without more than a quick glance towards me. Without me asking or thanking them.


"Here, Blackie" one of them laughed, and tossed a chunk of Velveeta to the slavering hound, who ran off like a yellow cur.

"Can I take your picture?" I asked.

"Yeah, take a picture of his ass, it looks better than his face", said the taller one.

So I did.


Another mysterious example of the power of instinctual brotherhood to counteract the bad apple effect. I can't link it here. Google 'This American Life/Bad Apples", you'll see what I mean.



Sometimes.....I love folks. I love the battle. Tides turn. Times change. Every dog has its day.


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Happy Inauguration Day