News of the Millennium!

Jesus has returned, in the flesh! I mean, not like He said He would, descending from the sky or anything, but this time as a Puerto Rican former heroin addict! Jose Luis de Jesus Miranda is our guy. For real. I saw him on ABC last night; he's on his second marriage, has four kids, wears a nice Rolex and has the number '666' embroidered on his vest and hats. He also says that Satan doesn't exist anymore and that God doesn't care if Christians sin. Wow, so glad I turned on the TV at 8.30 or I might have missed out on the news. The only thing that didn't seem quite right to me was that he travels with a group of bodyguards...I guess the reincarnation version of his body isn't as tough as the first one.

In other, obviously less important news, I have returned to a pocket radio. Or will, once it arrives. My new job is great because we don't have to listen to the store CD, which is not the best mix of music, in my humble though discriminating opinion. However, the boom box that takes our mind off the cold and the early hour is set to a local pop station. The unfortunate thing about that is the syndicated show, Kidd Kraddick in the Morning (right, he couldn't come up with a better show name than that), that I am then forced to listen to. No kidding, a few days ago, the trio of personalities spent about 15 minutes trying to compose a 20- word text message to Justin Timberlake to invite him to play golf with Kidd. It was painful; have they nothing better to do with on-air time? I think I have actually lost brain cells by being subjected to their drivel.

Also, the show has a soundtrack (much like the store's) that consists of about 8 songs, most of which are not cool. For example, I have heard the song 'Riding Dirty' before sunrise at least 5 times now. The song 'Lips of an Angel,' by the band Hinder, also gets more than it's fair share of air time. I am a bit wary of Mr. Hinder, or Mr. Howe, or whoever wants to claim credit for such a song, as it describes a phone call from an ex-girlfriend. The gentleman singing tells her, 'My girl's in the next room; sometimes I wish it was you. You make it hard to be faithful.' If any woman is in even slightly involved in any romantic way with this band, heads up! They don't sound trustworthy to me. Or very bright for that matter; airing one's inmost desires or dissatisfaction with a girl- or boyfriend on Top Ten radio is not a very good way of keeping a lid on them.


This weekend, Greg, Greg's boss Charlie, Charlie's wife Linda, and I all went to Memphis. We took Charlie's truck, pictured above, to the tune of 11.3 mpg on the way down. As we passed Macks and Peterbuilts, we looked at the drivers. At eye-level. Before we left, Charlie requested that we drop by the bank so he could make the house payment in person. This is the scene.


It would seem that Charlie's truck is too big to fit through the drive-thru. Notice how no cars pull up behind Charlie. To see more fun photos from our weekend trip, as well as more from this engaging series, go here.