An Obituary

Link of the Day
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Saying for the Day:

Politics is the art of looking for trouble, finding it whether it exists or not, diagnosing it incorrectly, and applying the wrong remedy. ~Ernest Benn

Picture of the Day:

I Was Born2Cree8's Bridges

The Days Wrap UP

The first bridge is the book end bridge not to be confused with the Brooklyn Bridge. It was created because my poor dragons were upset they hadn't gotten in any pictures this week. The bridge is a Lionel model railroad bridge from forty years ago. The next bridge is over a river that runs through Neenah. The last two pictures are of an old railroad bridge that is no longer used over the same river with still another bridge in the background.
Spent the day with the grandsons. Went to lunch at Perkins. Then Pennie, Betty, the boys and I went to the Houdini musem. The boys enjoyed it but I expected more than what they had. Then we went to Toys are Us to shop for Elijah's birthday. Coming home we played canasta. Betty and I against Patrick and Alex. Patrick and Alex won. Now I need a breathing treatment. Will visit linkls in the morning.
GBYA

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An Obituary

I am heartbroken to report the death of an agent of change.
For a brief moment in time he lived upon the American political stage.
He promised only that the government would do what it was supposed to do.
He would be a man of compromise that could bring the nation together.
I am sad to report that Obama died on the campaign trail.
In his place has arisen the political Obama.
Proof of the death and replacement came in the recent Obama commercial.
The old Obama was against tax cuts. The political Obama promises bigger tax cuts than McCane.
Further where McCane sprays his tax cuts out and across the board the new Obama in a politically wise move targets the middle class. ( There are far more of them than the rich).
In the same commercial the new Obama promises limited offshore drilling. The old Obama had other ways to handle the oil crisis.
Because he really wants to be President Obama has surrendered and died. The new Obama may very well get more votes.
He promises more than McCane.
We Americans like our tax cuts.
But still I feel sad at the passing of one for whom truth and reality were more important than winning.

News from Pigeon Falls

The little town in my basement where the trains still run, dragons fly, and life is back to normal.
Nancy is now trying to decide if she should share the information she has with Tommy UK. Mrs. Trumble could be Mary Maxim but why? There is no answer to that question. Why give up fame and fortune and come and live in Pigeon Falls?
.Yesterday Jon Bergall did his Liar’s Club story and here it is:
How many of you remember the story of Aladdin and the Magic Lamp. You know the one where he rubs the lamp and there is a puff of smoke and out comes a genie . I bet you all thought that was just a fairy story for children. Well I’m here to tell you today that it was more than a children’s story. Like many fairy tales it was based on a long lost truth.
You see there really was a magic lamp. But it wasn’t magic. No it was made out of a very rare material . Now when you rub this material it begins to get warm and when it is warm enough it opens a door to another dimension . Sometimes things come through that door and they have powers that nobody in our world has. That’s where the idea of magic carpets and genies came from.
You are perhaps wondering how I know this. Well my great Uncle Waldo Bergall, the archeologist, found such a lamp– in an ancient tomb. It did not take him long to discover that the lamp was a portal. I wish I had the time to tell you about his adventures with the portal but that’s a story for next year.
He might never have known that it was not the lamp but the metal that opened the portal but he broke the spout off the lamp. He was polishing it getting it ready to glue back on when the portal opened and he realized it was the metal not the lamp.
My great uncle then had belt buckles made for all the men in the family including my father. In the middle of each buckle he placed just a small piece of the metal so one could open the portal by rubbing the buckle.
My father decided a few years ago that he was too old to go running around in other dimensions and so he gave the belt to me.
As you can see I’m wearing it today. If you look closely at the buckle you can see in the center a little magic lantern.
(At this point Jon began to rub the buckle. Tiny wisps of smoke ot fog began to emerge. But then he stopped. )
It is too dangerous too open the portal with all of you people here. You can never tell what might come through. But you know it is true because you saw it start to open.
Jon got a 9.6.
This leaves the poor Liar’s club with a four way tie.
Is Mary Maxim really Mrs. Trumble? Should Nancy share the information? Who will win the Liar’s Club contest? How will they decide? Can you keep Nancy from sharing information> and of course is Tommy UK really the undertaker’s kid?