April 21, 2011

Reading this is almost like music to my ears. The only thing better would be research that says repeated dining on the chargrilled oysters at the Acme Oyster House reduces the risk of cancer by 80%!

Likewise, I don’t know about this, but I do know that the large bottles of Bolla Chianti and Bolla Pinot Grigio at the local Fry’s for $12.99 a bottle suit my taste buds just fine. I may be an 18-hole golf course snob, but I’m no wine snob, that’s for sure. For me, it just has to taste good, and when it comes to white wines they have to be light, cold, and wet.

(Hat tips on the links above: Instapundit)

And speaking of golf, pictures like this is why I cannot wait for the British Open. Beautiful rustic tracts the way the game was meant to be played, not these cockamamie “target golf” venues so much in vogue. I love the fact that the Open is played at odd hours so you’re watching golf on USA Network at, like, ten in the morning. The fact it takes place on Goodboys Invitational weekend makes it all that more special – it’s fun to show up at all the golf courses we play that weekend and see live golf being played and commented on by the assembled at the various bars. I can’t wait.

Wednesday or Thursday, it doesn’t matter to me, and it isn’t going to rock my religion one way or another.

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April 20, 2011

…been meaning to post this for a while but just hadn’t gotten around to it. I’ve had people from the mainstream dino-media and the cable network talking heads after me to post on what ever happened to the “bunny speed dating” exercise involving Geronimo and Butterscotch, last time in these parts seen co-existing (but not co-habitating) in a neutral area of the house – namely, my office/prayer room – back in January.

This being Easter week and all, what better time to tell y’all how it went?

When attempting to bond two rabbits there are two absolutes you have to understand and ultimately have faith in: 1) that they absolutely will hate each other at first, and 2) they will learn to tolerate, and even enjoy, each other’s company.

(I have to say that the first rule, while common, is not absolute – for example, my sister-in-law’s two male rabbits Sherman and Cookie (a.k.a. “the Beastie Boys”) fell in love immediately with Peanut, the bitchy part lion-head who calls our bedroom her home, and the feeling was somewhat mutual. They love being around her, and she’ll tolerate them (which is surprising, because she despises all the other rabbits in the house!). Alternatively, I know from my trips to The Bunny Basics that there are rabbits that just don’t hit it off, no matter how you try.)

At any rate, the bonding of Geronimo with Butterscotch did not begin without some significant planning. Following the guidelines of the House Rabbit Society Handbook, we chose a new neutral area that neither had ever been in before – my bathroom – and determined the following schedule of activities:

Day 1 – Bring the rabbits together for a supervised half hour, no more. Let them get used to each other’s company, and if they start fighting, break the session up and start again the next day.

Day 2 – Increase the supervised half hour to an hour.

Day 3 – Increase the time together to two hours, first hour supervised, the second hour supervised from outside the room.

Day 4 – Increase the time together to four hours, with only occasional outside monitoring.

Day 5 – Increase the time together to a whole day, keeping them apart only at night.

Day 6 – Increase the time together for a whole day, including the night hours. By this time they should be fairly well bonded.

Day 7 – Move the rabbits to their new quarters where they live together going forward.

So how did it go?

Day 1: The key to watch for right from the start is both rabbits finding their own space and nervously grooming themselves. If you can get to that point without any fighting, the chances are they’ll soon begin to groom each other as they try and figure out who will play the dominant role in the relationship. For Geronimo and Butterscotch, while there wasn’t any fighting, there was certainly growling on the part of Geronimo. They spent most of their half-hour on opposite ends of the bathroom, but five minutes before we were to call it a session, they actually moved closer together, and shortly after this picture was taken, Geronimo began to groom Butterscotch’s head just a little…. Success!


Day 2: While there was still a little growling, more of the same from Day 1, except Geronimo really wanted – and expected – Butterscotch to start grooming him. Which she obliged, but then he’d growl at her some more, so there were definite conflicting feelings there!

Day 3: A very good day, as Geronimo was growling less, and groomng Butterscotch more often. The positive thing was we introduced food into the mix and they didn’t fight over it. More importantly, they started spending some significant time next to each other. Although it wasn’t exactly bunny cheek-to-cheek, they did seem to be working towards that direction:


Day 4: Progress was being made so well that we kept them in the bathroom most of the day without incident. A couple of growl from Geronimo, but they appear to be tolerating each other well.


Day 5: We called the experiment a success – much easier than expected. The following day, we recreated the old Geronimo/Ginger space with a different comforter for a floor and new water dish, food dish, litter box, and bunny toys. The rabbits were put in, and seemed to be handling the their new digs well:


Since then they’ve been pretty much the best of buds. Geronimo rules the roost, and isn’t afraid to push Butterscotch aside at feeding time, but she doesn’t back down and will stick right by him and insist upon eating next to him. The following picture tells you just how smartly the two are getting along: Geronimo asleep, using Butterscotch as a pillow.


Pretty cute, huh?

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April 19, 2011

candle To the left of my work area is a table where I keep all my religious artifacts that don’t make the first cut for my prayer table (not seen, it’s to the left of the bookcase). The table itself is rickety and worn; I believe it goes back to Depression-era times or shortly thereafter when it belonged to my grandparents, and I was allowed to take it when I first moved out of my parents’ house – therefore, it has always had special meaning for me. On this table I keep whatever cross is not being used on my prayer table – currently, it’s the stained glass one I use during Christmastide, Epiphany, Eastertide, and the season after Pentecost; alternatively, I have a simple wooden cross for the seasons of Advent and Lent – plus some cards given to me after my reception into the Roman Catholic Church, a Byzantine Catholic Church litany for a house blessing, a cruet of holy water, and a candle I light ever Sunday.

The candle I light every week has come to have great meaning to me. I won’t lie to you – I’m not the most faithful Roman Catholic in the world and don’t attend Mass every week. But that doesn’t mean my heart and mind aren’t pursuing God and spirit in the manifestation of the earthly realm my soul inhabits – far from it. No, my candle is my prayer for the world at any given week in time. In a perfect world I would have been a monk, my calling being simply to pray for the world. Well, this candle in some small way allows me to do just that. I light a new one every Sunday, and it’s good for about six days. One week, the candle might be lit in prayer for a co-worker with health issues in her family; another week it might be for my grandparents or my godfather Milt. Still another week I might light it in prayer for friends or family members struggling through tough times; another week it might be for cats and rabbits we’ve loved who are no longer with us; still another week for the people of Japan.

This week, I lit my candle for all those in the Midwest and South who have lost loved ones, homes, or their livelihoods as a result of the severe weather last weekend. And in doing so, it also burns in a prayer for protection for those in good friend and frequent commenter Jana’s area of Louisville, Kentucky who appear to be under the gun this week.

I know that some might see this as a pointless gesture, something that, while making me feel good, does little else beside filling the room with a little extra warmth and light. But I believe God hears all prayers in all forms and answers them in His own way. C.S. Lewis once wrote that we pray to know we’re not alone. That’s as good an explanation as I’ve ever heard. I have incense to light as well if I wanted to, but the office area is a very small room and it doesn’t take much to turn the room into clouds of aromatic smoke, so there’s no need of going overboard!

If anyone who reads this blog would like my weekly candle to be lit and prayers offered up for someone they know, just drop me a line at richard0928@cox.net or drop me a comment. In the kind of world we live in, you can never have too much prayer – or candles.

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April 18, 2011

This is both disgraceful and disgusting, although not surprising. The Progressive left in this country (and I include the public unions and the SEIU among them) seems to be devolving into racist, hateful, and intolerant gangs of thugs right before our very eyes, but is anyone in the mainstream dino-media paying attention?

Most certainly Barack Obama’s White House and Department of Justice could care less; but what do you expect from a former “street organizer” who cut his teeth around social activists with a history of violence and violent rhetoric all their own? But I blame the entire Democratic Party leadership, who you’ll never hear condemn this kind of thing or the strong-arm tactics of the public service unions and their recent disgraceful behavior in Ohio last year and Wisconsin and Washington this year – Michelle Malkin has been all over this if you don’t believe me.

I guess that call for “civility” following the Arizona shootings only applies to Republicans and conservatives and not from Democrats both inside and outside the administration who really ought to know better? What a surprise there.

These public unions protesters are like juveniles throwing a tantrum because they can’t get their way anymore. If Glenn Beck’s rally last August or the Tea Party rallies throughout the last year were like this you would know about it – you can bet it would have been plastered across the media 24/7. But when Democrats or unions do it, not a peep.

Not that I would, of course, expect Obama, Nancy Pelosi, or Harry Reid to actually take a leadership role on this – they’re too busy leading the charge against Republicans who simply want to reduce the size of the federal government (like, you know, asking it to live within its means), reduce the size of the federal deficit, and put more of people’s hard-earned money back in their pockets. What a novel idea!

In the coming debate over the 2012 budget there will be plenty of opportunity for both sides – Republicans and Democrats – to put their respective plans forward and have a mature and honest debate about the merits of each approach. And that debate should be held openly and honestly in front of the American people. What there should not be is room for, and tolerance of, is thuggery, intimidation, violence, and demogoguery. And that goes for both sides of the debate. Will it happen? I doubt it.

At any rate, Paul Ryan hits this interview with CBS’s Bob Schieffer on the screws. Both Ryan and Kentucky senator Rand Paul are the ones who have my ear on this Tax Day 2011.

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April 17, 2011

holyweek “Christianity will go. It will vanish and shrink. … I don’t know what will go first—Rock and Roll or Christianity. We’re more popular than Jesus now. Jesus was all right but his disciples were thick and ordinary. It’s them twisting it that ruins it for me.” — John Lennon, Maureen Cleve interview, 1966

I know what you’re thinking: what is this quoting John Lennon to begin a post about Holy Week, the holiest time in the Christian Year? Well, it’s just that, since my “conversion experience” back in 1994 I’ve come to know how to, and better appreciate, I guess, the differences between Jesus’ teachings and the way his teachings have been both promoted and corrupted by “the Church” in all of its manifestations.

Don’t get me wrong: throughout my years I’ve come in contact with some very holy people that I would say live Jesus’ teachings in a way that makes them shine above others. Just being around them makes you a better person, and you can feel the Christ-likeness in them and how they share Christ’s love with others. Unfortunately, few of these people are ordained leaders in the Christian Church. In fact, I would say off the top of my hand I can think of only a handful of priests – and only one of them bishops – that I’ve seen as living out their calling in a way that is anything close to Christ-like. In fact (and this goes for the Episcopal Church, as I’ve met no bishops of any other faith), most of the bishops and priests I’ve come to know, sadly, are either total assholes, egomanical control freaks, or dimwits. And I use these words charitably.

The fact is, if you rely on the actions of any church (small “c” or big “C”), or ordained leader of the Church as a means to your own faith or as a way to judge the teachings of Christianity you really need to seriously reconsider your faith and belief systems entirely. We all fall short of our potential as God’s created, and just because people become ordained doesn’t mean they’re without sin or have the capability to live their lives that way. There’s no “magic pill” the ordained take to innoculate them from temptation or actions that make them, well, human.

I guess what I’m trying to say here is that Paul was right when he said we all have to work out our own salvations with fear and trembling (Philippians 2:12-13). No book, or Church, or church building can provide the road to salvation; for Christians it is only Jesus Christ. Christianity, to me, is a beautful religion with very simple teachings that can oftentimes be difficult to live out day in and day out. Personally, I became a Roman Catholic because of John 6 and Jesus’ own teachings about His Body and Blood. Were I were to find out Tuesday that somehow it was all made up, it wouldn’t change the way I live my life one bit. But that’s only me, and I’ve long given up the idea of thinking everyone ought to think like I do or practice Christianity like I do. I still believe Christianity is the most sure way to eternal salvation, but I know plenty of other good people who have chosen a different road, and far be it from me to tell them otherwise.

Well, that’s really all I have to say. Let me close with this: for those who feel a spiritual emptiness and longing for something bigger than the rodent treadmill of working, playing, paying bills and accumulating goods and wealth, consider making some time this week for a trip to whatever church or synagogue or quiet place you’ve ever considered just poking your head into but perhaps hesitated and chickened out at the last moment. Find a way this week to create an open space between you and God where you can just let go of the things of this earth for a short period of time.

As a Anglo-Catholic, I’d say you couldn’t do better than Saturday night at the local Roman Catholic or Episcopal (or Lutheran, for that matter) church for the Great Vigil of Easter (if you live anywhere near Boston, the Church of the Advent does it better than anyone, bar none. The important thing is to just do it, as a present to you. Go in with no pre-conceived notions or expectations, just play the role of interested bystander and don’t worry about all the dogma and the rules and what people tell you should or shouldn’t do – I doubt God cares all that much about that stuff anyways.

What I do know is that God is most certainly interested in speaking to you in that dark and quiet (and perhaps neglected?) recess in your soul where He resides alone, and where, no matter who you are or what you are or what you’ve ever done or haven’t done in your life to this point, you are loved far beyond the imagination of human understanding.

A blessed Holy Week to you all.

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April 16, 2011

Let it be said that at 5:17 PM AZ time pool season began. The air temp was 97, the pool temp 72, and The Great White Shank (and I mean that in every sense of the word, see Monday’s post!) was 98.7. I took a nice long swim – a bit of a bracer at first, but my body got used to it quickly; after all, any New Englander who has ever gone to the beaches at Salisbury, MA north to New Hampshire and Maine in July or August is well equipped to handle water temperatures that won’t see 70 until late August or early September at best.

Song for the day goes to the popular 70s funk/pop group War. Enjoy!

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As I head out to Superstition Springs today to hit some balls at the range today you can sure I’ll be trying to avoid having swing thoughts similar to those that unglued Kevin Na on the ninth hole at Thursday’s opening round of the Valero Texas Open rolling around in my head:

Want to feel a little better about your golf game? Please, read on. Playing in the Valero Texas Open, Na was cruising along at 1-under for his round when he approached the ninth tee box. It was at this point that things took a horrible turn for the worse.

After blowing his tee shot into the woods and finding his ball hidden in a patch of brush, thorns and limbs, Na and his caddie, Kenny Harms, decided it wasn’t worth blasting it out. So they went back to the tee, where Na proceeded to knock his second shot well right again, back into the woods.

Reload time. After hitting a provisional, Na and his caddie found his second ball. But feeling the pressure, he decided to hit from the woods. Bad idea. Na’s next shot hit a tree, ricocheted off his leg and went behind him. That’s a penalty stroke.

But from where his ball was resting, he couldn’t hit his next shot, so he took an unplayable. And that’s where Na came unglued, proceeding to hit the ball deeper into the woods with every shot, at one point almost hitting while his caddie was in front of him. I wish I was kidding.

Finally, after 12 shots, Na got out of the woods. It took him another four shots before he carded his 16 and went from 1-under to a 11-over on the scorecard. At least Na can rest easy knowing he didn’t come close to the worst one hole score in golf history, which the PGA Tour noted is a 26 from Tommy Armour in 1927.

Watching the video, while I feel for the guy I have to say I’ve been there before – and many times. Difference is, you don’t expect professionals to become so unhinged that they resort to stupid shot attempts – especially when they have a caddy with them offering their own advice to help them think rationally. I especially liked the whiff (I think it was Na’s 10th attempt) – that was pretty special.

Like many a Goodboy past I’ve been there, done that. Too bad Na couldn’t take advantage of Goodboys rules (no, not the one where you’re encouraged to bring alcohol with you onto the course, but that might have helped!). If Na was playing at a Goodboys Invitational, the highest score he could take would be double par – an 8. Also, with our Goodboys equivalent to the Marquis de Queensbury rules in effect, if you hit your ball into the woods you can just retrieve your ball, assess yourself a one-stroke penalty, and take a drop where you went in as long as your lie isn’t improved.

That’s where our dear, departed Goodboy friend “Doc” Frechette used to excel – he’d hit the ball deep into the woods and give himself a drop of, say, thirty yards or so ahead of where his ball went in. Or he’d take his drop and ever-so-casually give the ball a kick with his foot or nudge with his club a few yards forward to make sure he had a perfect lie. Great memories.

UPDATE:Na followed up his (+8) 80 round on Thursday with an uninspiring (+5) 77 round on Friday, restating that old golf adage that you can’t win a tournament on Thursday, but you can sure lose it. To one who is known as one of the slowest players on the Tour I can only say, better luck next time, Kevin, and pick it up a little, will ya?

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April 15, 2011

Must viewing for today – short and sweet:

Just what the movie industry in the U.S. is depriving moviegoers: 3D porn. I’ll never think of popcorn the same way again.

Following up on yesterday’s post, this is all you need to know.

This oughta scare the bejeezus out of everyone, but, unsurprisingly, you’re not hearing a lot about it in the mainstream dino-media.

Speaking of which, I think the Wall Street Journal’s editorial on President Obama’s speech yesterday is spot on.

Dolphin and cat playing together? Believe it! Very cute.

What if Moses had Facebook? Sent by frequent commenter Jana. Hysterical.

Happy Tax Day, everyone. Hope you feel like you’re getting your money’s worth. I know I do. 😉

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April 14, 2011

Last week, Wisconsin representative Paul Ryan released his 2012 budget proposal called “The Path To Prosperity”, his proposal to gradually pay down and eliminate the federal deficit by 2050. The response from Democrats was, as one might expect, both predictable and breathtakingly juvenile. “This plan would literally be a death trap for seniors,” shrieked congresswoman Rep. Debbie Wasserman-Schultz (D., Fla.). “A call for waging war on American workers,” was how Rep. Xavier Becerra (D., Calif.) put it.

(To which, BTW, Ryan responded with this.)

Today, President Barack Obama gave a speech envisioning his own ideas for reducing the federal deficit, but, as has been the case from the very start of his presidency, it was long on rhetoric and maddeningly short (actually, nil) on specifics:

Essentially tossing aside the budget he submitted just two months ago, Mr. Obama called for much deeper defense and domestic spending cuts and said while he will not trim benefit payment from Social Security, Medicare or Medicaid, more money can be squeezed out of the latter two programs in other ways.

The president also called for undoing the Bush tax cuts for upper-income taxpayers, and for canceling other tax cuts many of them receive such as the mortgage interest deduction — which he called “spending reductions in the tax code.”

“Spending reductions in the tax code”? Why not just come out and call for tax increases? Oh, that’s right, we’re just two days away from April 15. Heh.

What we basically have here are two entirely different visions for America and the great threat the budget deficit, if left unchecked, poses for our economic future. One, Ryan’s, looks at the situation and sees a spending problem. The other, Obama’s, sees it more as a problem in revenue generation. The problem with the latter is that, unless you confront entitlement program spending square on, you can comfiscate 100% of all income made in the United States and still not completely pay off the deficit, as American Thinker’s Steve McCann writes:

…the left’s argument turns to having the wealthy pay more income taxes every year as a major means of reducing the annual deficit and minimizing the amount of spending cuts necessary to balance the budget.

As a starting point lets us stipulate that the projected budget deficit for the current fiscal year is $1,665.0 Billion. Per the Obama Budget it will be $1,100.0 Billion next year.

The tax year of 2008 was the last to date that the IRS has done this kind of analysis. In 2008 the highest marginal tax rate of 35% was applied to all AGI above $357,700.00. In that year the total amount of AGI subject to the highest rate was $662.8 Billion. The government collected in taxes $218.0 Billion (35%).

Assuming no change in behavior and a general eagerness to pay more, and if Obama and the left convince the Congress to raise taxes on the so-called rich, then the potential increase in revenue would be as follows. If the highest rate of 35% were raised by a factor of 29% to 42%, the additional revenue would be $43.5 Billion, not much of a dent in the $1,665 Billion deficit. If the rate was raised by a factor of 50% to 52.5%, the additional revenue would be $108.9 Billion. Still nowhere near enough, so let’s just tax it at a rate of 100% thus bringing in an additional $404.8 Billion. Unfortunately, the country is still $1,260.0 Billion in the hole for the year.

As you can see, what we have here is exactly what Paul Ryan has laid in his “Path To Prosperity”: the deficit is a spending problem, and no amount of taxes Barack Obama and his Democrat cronies attempt to increase on anyone – let alone the so-called “millionaires and billionaires” the President decries as not sharing their wealth fairly enough – will solve the deficit issue if entitlement program spending is not addressed. You can’t just keep kicking the can down the road – sooner or later, you either run out of road or the can disintegrates.

Given that both House and Senate Republicans have given President Obama their guarantee that if he were to join them in reforming – and ultimately saving – Medicare and Social Security they would provide him political cover, I am disappointed at President Obama’s speech today, as was Ryan:

Exploiting people’s emotions of fear, envy, and anxiety is not hope; it’s not change. It’s partisanship. We don’t need partisanship. We don’t need demagoguery. We need solutions. And we don’t need to keep punting to other people to make tough decisions. If we don’t make tough decisions today, our children will have to make much, much tougher decisions tomorrow.

So I am sincerely disappointed that the President had a moment when we were putting ideas on the table, trying to engage in a thoughtful dialogue to fix this country’s economic and fiscal problems, decides to pour on the campaign rhetoric, launch his re-election, and pass partisan broadsides against us, making it that much harder for the two parties to come together with mutual respect of one another to get things done.

In my view, the President would have virtually guaranteed his re-election if he were to have embraced such a bold and bi-partisan approach. Unfortunately, he chose to play the tired, old, and worn out politics of the past, which is too bad – for everyone.

Genuine leadership is what is needed right now, not pure politics. Representative Ryan’s “Path To Prosperity” is an excellent and mature proposal that deserves careful examination and debate by adults. Ideally, that would mean no seats at the table for the likes of Nancy “Elections shouldn’t matter as much as they do” Pelosi, Harry Reid, and Wasserman-Shultz – all of whom long ago lost whatever shred of credibility whatsoever – but that, my friends, is your Democratic leadership these days.

So, a long, drawn-out struggle is soon to be played out across the mainstream dino-media and the cable network talking heads: Republicans trying to break through the media fog to convince the electorate that this country has a serious deficit problem resolved only when we confront the “third rail” issue of entitlement program spending, and Democrats accusing Republicans of protecting the rich, wanting to kill women (by defunding Planned Parenthood), feed the elderly cat food, and close every public school and toss children (they’re our future, you know!) out on the streets.

Our nation’s very economic future and our way of life depends on who wins this battle of words.

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April 13, 2011

mutant1 Y’know, The Geat White Shank’s daily existence is not an easy one: dangerous work, and long, lonely hours spent without a whole lot of respect from the community I serve. But every now and then I win one, and today was just one of those days when everything seemed to go right. First, I closed a good-sized deal with a resistent client for 900 hours of report developer time between the end of April and the end of of August; then, I was able to get my dysfunctional pool filter working by pumping water directly into the pump to generate enough pressure to avoid a $100+ service call.

And then, finally, after a good seven months, I was finally able to complete the patio of my dreams, adding wireless sound capability that enables me to play music from the computer in our home office out onto the patio nearly forty feet away without any wires and having to leave doors open when it’s 110 degrees outside. Pretty sweet, eh?

When I was doing my patio over, I knew I wanted to have the capability of playing music outside from an inside source, but had no clue how possible it was (or expensive it was) without having to run wires. In addition, because I have “dog ears” when it comes to music, I had to have a quality product when it came to speakers – no tinny car radio sound for this dude! So I did my homework and spent more than a few hours checking out Amazon.com and other online electronics vendors to see what was out there for solutions that would offer good quality at a decent price.

And that’s how I found the Mutant MIG-MS2-S Media Block Deluxe Weather-Resistant Wireless Outdoor Stereo Speaker System. That’s them in the pic above, just under the multi-colored frog (his name is Marley). Say what you will, but when it comes to product reviews I trust women a hell of a lot more than men, and one of the reviews from a woman in Pennsylvania sold me on this particular product.

It couldn’t have been easier to set up. I opened the box, plugged the wireless transmitter in and connected it to my home PC through the microphone jack (there is no software involved), plugged the speakers into my patio outlet, started up Windows Media Player for some Sandals tunes, and viola! I have tunes on the patio. And it’s not just tunes for the sake of tunes – the sound quality is excellent. There appears to be a little occasional interference whenever the wind seems to be blowing, but not enough to detract from the experience of music played outside when it’s just you, your cocktail, the tiki bar, the palm trees, and the pool, all relaxing under a summer moon or watching a broiling sun disappear into the west behind the house next door.

I can’t wait for the experience I’ll soon know (within weeks) of doing my nightly 1 1/2 mile brisk walk, then plopping into the pool for a cool down, then enjoying a Johnny Walker Red nitecap while soft Caribbean or surf music plays in the background in a darkened patio under a bright summer moon. To me, this is all I ask of life. It’s called living the high life, and it makes for one contented Great White Shank.

Sure beats watching the damned Red Sox. Now 2-9? They suck. I’m counting the days until Terry Francona is fired.

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