Sponsor Ed told me it was time for a haircut. "You got a hair on your nose and you didn't comb today George. Now you know you are handsome, but how the gals going to find out. With all of that hair they just can't see your face!"
"Well, I will be back. Ron's is up the street. He will fix it."
For those who don't know about Ron's Carlsbad Barber Shop, they can look at my previous blogs. Ron's shop is what America used to be about. It is a piece of apple pie, and chocolate ice cream to boot. Only patron was ahead of me, while Ron was removing the others bib. He left and the other got aboard.
"Dam those Angeles. Can't their bull pen hold a lead?...Going to Vegas again this weekend. Got comps...Can you break this?...I need the change."
You guessed it. Like myself, Ron had become his shrink. Too bad his wife never let him speak, so he took it out on Ron. Now it was my turn in the hot seat. I took a look at my head and remarked, "Gee, as I get older, I see hair growing in the wrong places."
A partly bald gentleman looked up and put away his cell phone. He eyed me and spoke. "Well, sir, I am a bit younger than you, but would sure like to have some of your hair. What did you do to keep it so long?"
"Well I could tell you my Dad's name was Harry. But I think genetics has a lot to do with me reaching seventy five. Also, most of my time I spend laughing. I guess laughter eases my mind and relaxes the top of my head.
Ron was just about finished with me. "Take a little more off, just in case I forget to comb it again...And can you take a picture of me in the chair...Thanks Ron."
I returned to Colonel Edward at the Carlsbad Library up the street. I felt woozy from a spider bite at my 'Y' Hotel. "You look a lot better now George. You should always look at your head before you leave you hotel."
"Well Ed, I really don't need to market myself like you, since those who like me care about my insides."
With that Ed began laughing. I always make him laugh, guess that I am always funny. I had him take my picture since Facebook requested it and I also took his.
I returned to the Encinitas Senior Center and to my dismay, saw Lady Barbara sitting on a parking lot curb. It was undignified for her fragile bone to sit in the cold wind Her escort, Ron, came up to me and told me her "lift had forgotten her...Also, Pam inside the office told me the taxi company will not pick up."
"Just wait about fifteen minutes. I will be happy to take her if they don't show up."
Not to bore my readers, they didn't and I had no help from the office. I drove a happier Barbara back to her home off of Saxony Blvd, in back of the Mobile Station. I met her good neighbor and also her dog Caleb. She lived in a spacious back yard setting. Inside her downstairs room she had a large living room with a grand piano. She had copies of books written by Patrick Henry and also George Washington.
I always knew Lady Barbara was a true patriot. But I had to return to finish this blog. I returned the way I came and down Saxony St. I looked across the road and again cried. Why did some idiot in Encinitas allow a In-and-Out Burger joint just below a church and Catholic school. The Anglo Saxons would have taken off their heads.
No longer in the mood to write, drove to the Encinitas Parking lot but found it full with Padre fans. They had a day game today. I returned to the Tip Top for lamb chops to boost my spirits and finally back to the Commuter Station at five O'clock.
Again I felt miserable with my infected spider bite. But what bit into my head the most was that dam In-and-Out almost finished. Why that Anglo Saxons would never have heard of it. And by and by, the Dodgers beat the Padres 3-2. Got-to-go now. The computers work so slow everyone has left to the library down below.
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