It’s a few minutes after noon and I forgot a B52 or something was going to fly over the neighborhood at 11:00. If it did then Stan Getz drowned it out and it mustn’t have been very impressive. Maybe the fog grounded it. Whatever. Hm. I don’t get the significance of flyovers. If there were a banner trailing saying “This is how we spend your money” it might be nice and friendly like, but those planes aren’t meant to be friendly.
I posted the list of Arms Dealers yesterday thinking it was Memorial Day, but it wasn’t. Today isn’t either, but the banks and post office are closed, so it’s the Designated Memorial Day. All of this stuff is crazy made-up anyway, don’t you think?
As soon as I can figure out how to do it I’m creating a page for the folks who make their living by manufacturing things geared to end another’s living. Lots of anothers. It will be titled “Arms Dealers” and you can open it up and click on the various names that link to the addresses of the companies in case you’re inclined to send a fruit basket or something.