22 Thousand Words in my Mind Today

On the way home tonight I heard "Gimme Shelter" by the Rolling Stones and for some reason it stirred something inside me to do some writing. Then I glanced at my stomach and noticed the penguin sticker that my 3-year-old niece put on my shirt. Looking up I noticed a few hot air ballons. For some reason at this time of year, in the area where I live there are always a few hot air balloons. And every time I see one, I think of the Slapper which led to my mind drifting to Dugs and the picture of Johnny Cash that he put on the last compilation CD that he made for me. Somehwere along they way I shifted to reality where I have to post a baseball article this weekend which will feature Ichiro Suzuki who is about to set the all-time single season hit record. The record is held by George Sisler who had 257 hits in 1920. At one point during lunch I thought my sister might have been having a baby today. I knew she was going to have a C-section on Thursday, but it turns out it will be next Thursday. Chick and I dined at a restaurant up the street where the chef always reminds me of the Swedish Chef from the muppets. The map is of Kauai. I think of Kauai every day. If you have been there, then you know why. Our waiter this evening mentioned the movie Chocolate, which I haven't seen but made me think of Johnny Depp and a woman pouring chocolate all over herself. But I'm not sure Johnny Depp was in that movie. The cowboy hat only represents my attire for the evening and the Dynamite cover was just something I came across when I Googled the word 'bullet'. I Googled that word because there was a woman at the bar who was very adamant about carrying a gun and using bullets. I was a bit disturbed, as she probably was as well, and that led to the picture I found. Strangley enough, the hostess of the bar/restaurant was a very young woman who kept flicking the side of here cheek, which created the sound similar to that made by the orange dude in Qbert every time he bounced. Later, the armed woman was screaming to her date about how great Stevie Ray Vaughn was. I concur totally - but I don't think he needed a gun to prove it. When we got home, Chick picked up a book on Buddhism that I had read recently. It's a wondeful anti-religion. And anytime I think of doing things that are crazy and unique I am reminded of Janis Joplin. She struggled mightily to fight the constraints of 'normal' society. I owe her a lot. With my mind wandering, I remebered a harsh conversation I had earlier in the day. My partner (The Big D) and I were stopped in the middle of town for well over 5 minutes because of a school bus unlaoding a passenger in a wheel chair. Sympathy aside, I don't think that a major road should be shut down during a busy time just so one person can get out of a bus. Anyway, in retrospect, that kid could be the next Stephen Hawking. Thinking farther back into the morning I remembered that my day started with a Butterscoth Mocha. Truly, if you aren't hooked on froo-froo coffee drinks then you don't know what you are missing. The strange picture of the guy with the goat mask is just the logo for my fantasy football team that I need to work on. And the Bud Light is just my poison of choice for the evening. I cannot tell you why I included a picture of Henry Aaron, but someday many of you may figure it out.