4:21 A. M.

Blasted cold has Kadizzle up in the middle of the night coughing.  Sat up on the veranda last night with Nephew Josh.  Have had a couple great conversations with him.  Josh is an insightful young guy. Josh is up on all the economic and political nonsense.  This brings us to oblivion.  So many are wandering around in the Trump delusion or some other fantasy without a clue about the world.  As research would have it monkeys throwing darts would outscore most college educated people on what the real condition of the world is.

Seeing the two little girls running around going crazy having so much fun, but what kind of world are we going to leave them? OK, Kadizzle is obsessed with the orange flamer that is destroying all decency.  Down here in Charleston, South Carolina in the heart of old slave country the ghost of slavery seems everywhere.  For another day we buzzed among the insane mansions down by the waterfront.  The cruel owners had no regard for human labor.  Exploiting people was a point of pride. Trump would have been a perfect plantation owner.  Trump would have convinced the slaves they were having a good time making America great again.

Like every American city the infrastructure is crumbling.  The rich don't live where the sidewalks are turning to dust, and that is just not their problem.

The majority of the gang got glued to football yesterday.  Who cares?  So many Americans have no good idea of what day it is, but they can tell you who threw the most completed passes.  Brain power is wasted just like everything else.  So maybe there is one more thing the grumpy old Kadizzle should rant about.  Those blasted noise dogs.  Yep the idiots who take so much pride in their thump, thump machines.  All of the people in our walking group are sure grandpa is nuts.   When grandpa hears a professional idiot go by on his loud motorcycle grandpa gives a loud screeching whistle at the simple minded fool. Grandpa hopes the fool will say why did you do that.  Grandpa will reply why do you go around annoying the world with your noise?  So if you see Grandpa lying in the gutter with a bullet in his head you will no the cause.

The diet is shot to hell, the pie, the turkey it all was good.