Give my knees to the needy.

John Prine has a song where he says what he wants donate  all his body parts.  It ends with give my love to Rose.  This set Kadizzle to thinking about being more specific about what happens with his organs if he is suddenly killed.  The belly should go to some skinny guy.  Of course whoever gets the ambition gland will be in a lot of trouble.  Kadizzle has decided to specify a few parts that can only go to certain recipients.  Kadizzle's bung hole can only be given to Dick Cheney.  A human heart was wasted on that devil.  Should Kadizzle die in a car accident and Cheney get a bung hole transplant from Kadizzle, Kadizzle knows what will happen. There is no way a good Democratic bunghole will work on a nasty Republican full of hate and greed like Cheney.  Cheney will get what he deserves.

The sun is setting on Lake Roosevelt.  We just had our evening aperitif.  Kadizzle had a wine called Dead Bolt, an appropriate name considering his current condition with prostrate cancer.  The Commander had one of her specialty beers.  Today was our day off. We visited Max over where all the bums used to live.  Max has converted a little cargo trailer into his winter home.   In his eight by 15 cargo trailer he lives well. He put a refrigerator in and has every solar device imaginable.  All the campgrounds are so empty. It seems everyone is apprehensive about the new rates the Forest Service intends to implement.  The Commander is going to make some good spaghetti with special sausage tonight.  Tomorrow we have to attend a safety meeting. It will be a very strange situation for Kadizzle.  For twenty years he conducted safety meetings for coal companies and power companies.  Never in those twenty years did he attend a safety meeting. It should be interesting.