I haven't called you names, Michael Cleveland, but I have unfriended you, my first unfriending in about 2 years. You have bought the CinC of Liars' crap (not to be confused with carp, and DEFINITELY not crappie-- yummm) hook, line and sinker. We just don't have anything to talk about, though if we were neighbors we MIGHT talk about fishing. Fishing is a mellower of all interpersonal interactions, I've found.
You just make sure you think seriously and at length about why you play, since you haven't a clue what the blues actually is yet.
You know, in the Mother of All Ironies, on my first nationally released CD, in 2002 while I was still a truck driver, titled Big Shoes to Fill, I released a song titled "Take Off Your Masks." Of course, back then I was appealing to people to be real with each other when I used the metaphor, but today I am telling everyone to put ON your masks and keep them on while they are around me and every othe innocent person they may infect by not taking precautions.
And in another one of those synchronicities that Carl Jung and Colin Wilson told me a lot about, this article appears just as I am finishing the ordering of this politico-social reminiscence.
One of my very good friends, my exterminator for the last 10 years, has never claimed any allegiance with Trump. But though he always wears a proper cloth mask, he says that he does not intend to take a Covid vaccine, just out of general mistrust of them.
We agree that the politicization of mask-wearing is a bad thing. I am probably more at ease with George not getting a vaccine than with anyone else I personally know (I know one other), to say nothing of yahoo party-goers in Colorado, Sturgis, South Dakota, or any attendee of any Republican event.
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