Eli & Zen. Eli started sleeping under my desk when he was a puppy. He's 85 pounds now so its cramped down there for my feet and him. But he won't be moved.

 

Meanwhile....in Shepherdstown West Virginia ...

 

Remember this coward?

 

Remember this coward?  His name is Dylan Petrohilos. A few years back, when Tucker Carlson was out of town, this punk terrorized Carlson’s wife and kids at their home because he didn’t like the things Carlson said on TV.

What kind of man does that? Goes to a guy's home, at night, and screams at his family?

At last reports, he was working at Maxed Out Solar in DC.

I fucking bullies.

 

 

Meanwhile, in Minneapolis...

 For those of us old enough to have enjoyed The Mary Taylor Moore Show, here's the house where Mary lived. It's in a wonderful suburb called Edina.

Eli &Zen

Eli and Zen are brothers, we bought them from a Breeder down on the Virginia coast. Every once in a while, she'll get the owners and the dogs together for a day out. About 50-60 dogs were there for the event below, which was held at a rented pool. I laughed for hours....think about it, 60 labs in a pool.

 

 That's Eli at the far right. All the other dogs were called to form a line and sit. Not Eli. For him, direct commands are suggestions.

There are actually people this dumb running around free.....

Texas drug suspects called cops after somebody stole their weed, police say.

By Samuel Chamberlain | Fox News
Who do you call when someone steals the marijuana you're trying to sell?
According to authorities in Texas, a pair of teenage would-be drug dealers opted to call the police.
Investigators say 18-year-old Reed Henry and 17-year-old Jeremy Galladora contacted the Harris County Precinct 4 Constable's Office to report a robbery. When deputies arrived, the pair said they had met up with a group of men to sell an item they had listed online, only to have the men assault them and make off with the item. However, after an investigation, deputies realized Henry and Galladora were actually trying to sell pot.
Constable Mark Herman said that Henry was arrested and booked into the Harris County Jail on a charge of making a false report to a peace officer. His bond was set at $500.
Galladora was charged with the same offense and a warrant was issued for his arrest

 

Meanwhile, in West Virginia....

 

This is the Mecklenburg Chapel (AKA The Old English/ Episcopal church and cemetery.) in the town I live in West Virginia The adjoining cemetery, which they say has its own ghost, contains the graves of several revolutionary war soldiers. The building has housed all sorts of enterprises over the many decades. The stone church replaced a wooden building that stood here in the 1740s. The stone building was completed in 1769 as a chapel, then a full church. It housed the African Episcopal Church, it was a hospital building during and after the battle of Antietam, then it was a courthouse, a Freemen school and the home of the African Methodist Church. For a while, the building was the studio for the short-lived TV series “The Ghosts of Shepherdstown” (Or something like that)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Two Mafia hitmen are walking

 

Two Mafia hitmen are walking in a desolate and abandoned area in the middle of the night.

One of them says, "I gotta admit I'm scared out here"

The other replies, "You're scared?....I gotta walk back alone"

If you are motivated, you can be all the things you think, dream, and wish to be as a writer.

 

If you are motivated, you can be all the things you think, dream, and wish to be as a writer.  We are already all the things we wish to become.

Just remember, you will never always be motivated (Nor should you be) so be disciplined. Write something every day. Edited or add to one of your projects every day. Research and learn something new every day.  Being a great writer is a cumulative practice.    

Mean while in West Virginia

 

One of my favorite pastimes is to take long meandering Sunday afternoon rides someplace, anyplace really. Me, my dogs, and my camera. On the day I took these pictures it was one of those wonderful winter afternoons when the fading sun was struggling to break its way through the low clouds. It was cold and gray, the way I like it.  I was blessed to find a series of narrow, deserted country roads. I blasted classical music through the wide-open windows where the dogs were draped out on the doors, and there was no one around to hear to complain or ask for more cowbell. Every few miles I pulled over to the side of the road, turned off the music, and listened to the countryside.