May I introduce Jackie and Dunlap?

They’re from Tennessee.

They run a site called Red State Update.

If you feel that this Obama / Clinton thing has cost us all our sense of humor then check them out:

You’ll get it back in no time:

RED STATE UPDATE

Years ago I heard a story about a woman who checked into a somewhat upscale hotel without any luggage. She didn’t even have her purse or any I.D- somehow it had been left behind.

This was back in the early 1950’s and I’m guessing they let her do this because people were more trusting back then- that and from all accounts the woman was well dressed, well spoken and by appearances seemed like a  real lady.

At any rate, it was on it’s way she told the Hotel Clerk- in fact it was going to be showing up any minute so could she just check into her room- it had been a long day.

The Clerk let her check in and the next morning when the maid went into the room they found the woman dead, sitting in a chair facing the window.

They authorities would only ever learn one thing about the woman- she was dead from cyanide poisoning- an odd thing to use to kill yourself,  but that was the cause of death and that’s what was reflected on the death certificate.

The woman’s luggage never did show up, and no one ever came forward to I.D Jane Doe- and somewhere in Seattle under a little grey stone with numbers on it- probably overgrown with grass now is a woman who according to some never existed.

So I wonder.

Can a person who never existed-

Truly Ever Die?

I sent this to my Mom.

She called and said:

” Oh…I forgot I had two daughters- I haven’t heard from you for so long. I remember though- you’re my not funny girl”

ahem.

 

Um.

Gads…what can I say?

 

This morning someone I know showed up on my loading dock, he was sort of nervous and making idle chit chat when he finally told me he had set a trap in his yard to catch cats.

And he caught one.

He was going to take it to the Animal Shelter.

So why tell me this I wondered.

I went out and the cat in the trap was clean and well fed- it doesn’t look like a stray, it’s friendly and not feral.

He caught someones pet.

That’s what he did.

And he knows it.

He did this because cats are digging up the flowers in his yard.

My Cat, Wolfie,  left me last fall.

But I know where Wolfie is…he’s buried under his favorite tree in his herb garden- he died from Kidney Failure at age 17 just before Halloween.

I will know where my wonderful Wolfgang is for the rest of my life until the day I die.

Someone out there will never know that their wonderful sweet black cat that is clean and well fed and and has been loved

Is going home with me.

It’s not fair.

Is it?

a.m.

“Obama Descending the Staircase” (Oil on Canvas, Caravaggio, 1609) (Doug Mills, NY Times)

Story:: HERE

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