Get Set For A Non-Political Blog Piece

Dublin, Ohio will have attained the unenviable notoriety of being in the 90's every day the month of July minus one or two in the upper 80's for the entire month. Global warming alarmists are in a tizzy. They should be. It's July.

Something one doesn't hear much about anymore is global warming. I wonder why? Did Al Gore die? He seems to be off the radar.

In writing my piece yesterday I compared deaths of 1968 with those of 2020 when referring to the virus. The problem when writing is some are to be offended. There's always a situation that hits home. It's impossible to generalize. I went back to my piece and deleted deaths from 2020 because a friend, a very dear friend, lost one of his own a few weeks ago. It's more important to me to have fun doing this blog than it is hurting one's feelings. I don't get paid, anyway, so I did what should be done.

I'm always amazed people read these posts. People, you'd think, would have more important parts of their day to fill in that peruse this blog. It'd be very interesting to know the backgrounds of my readers. Everyone has a story, very good stories.


Do you dream? I do. I dream like no one has ever dreamed. Last nights was a pip. Actually, most of my dreams occur around an hour before I awaken. I think this is normal. In this morning's version I was a teacher. This is understandable since I was one for 20 years. For some reason I immediately segued into a situation where giant cobras were taking over. I had this special spray to knock 'em dead. Then rats came and I had to do the same. Sadly, I was told a dog was rabid so I did the same except the little guy wasn't. I did everything I could to flush the poison to no avail. The last time I saw it all it's fur had fallen out and it gave me the finger. ( I made that last statement up but it should have),

The colonoscopy of yesterday is over. I had three polyps. This concerns me, not so much because I believe I might have cancer but because I might have to go in again soon. Not so. The Doc said to give it three years. I'll be 77. My suggestion to the guy was "Let's forget it. We'll treat it like an 80 year old who has prostrate cancer. He'll be dead of other causes before the cancer gets him. He concurred.

Speaking of colonoscopies a very good friend of mine from Iowa related a true story to me. He's an avid Hawkeye fan; follows the football team to every away venue, expcept Rutgers and Maryland; not because they're so far from Iowa but due to the fact that their programs are like junior highs.

Regardless, He makes his travel and beer money by officiating high school and college basketball games; a lot of them. About ten years ago he related a true story to me. He was doing a high school basketball game. It was a rowdy affair. Three technical fouls were issued by him to players.

His colonoscopy was schedule two days after. As he was lying on the bed getting ready to be scoped his doctor walked in and said, "I remember you. You gave my son a technical two nights ago. Let's get started". Well, they have since become good friends.