friend.
I am certainly glad to see that I am back on the Billy Net.
About that crate thing; if one is shoved in front of me, I'll jump up on it and speak.
I have become a snarky bastard since turning 62. My phone is red hot with what to turn over next in my IRAs and 401Ks. They are pitifully small but the advice is myriad.
I have put off the Social Security thing so as to maximize that eventual outcome. My right ankle and leg structural integrity have reached a point of constant pain. I can not, however, in good conscience bring myself to tap VA.
It was a scene of utter irony this week to find the Prez'dent sitting down with that brilliant Nancy Pelosi. There was further irony to be found in the scene of "Mommy" and that Austrian fellow, Ahnold entering the Rebup debates. I was completely blind sided by the participation of Mike Gravel. I had completely forgotten about him.
I don't know about the intricacies of your city and county tax and financial structure, but it appears that the merde is going to be much deeper in that area for the immediate future. The cities and county staff reductions here are being made in the worker bee section of those programs. the administrators are staying with bonuses. I had high hopes for our new governor, Charlie Crist, but he has now started the doo-doo rolling down hill again.
Meanwhile: our beach tourist industry is gutted by the loss of a thousand or so rooms for visitors from all over the world. The condos that were to replace them are standing empty and unfinished. The county won a new penny of sales tax and then started closing services that maintain the parks and facilities that went before. There are now clandestine activities going on to sweep clean preserve land that is the last of the natural in our county and building "ball fields" on them.
On the plus side, my garage is unloaded enough to get around in it and do some work with my tools. My yard is now up to specs with the rest of the neighbors. My good friends Jim and Wilma are moving along with their plans to leave the hurricane zone for the tornado zone. My daughter and her boy friend have an apartment in a rual setting. They are the human security for a small horse related supply business, beyond where the sidewalks end. Schlepping them around to school and back to their "accommodation" is a small price to pay. My relief will be complete when they clear "My" spare bedrooms of their stuff.
This response has become so good that I am posting it to my blogs with names changed to protect the . . . aggrieved
Happy Cinco d'Mayo. It is as much a celebration for el Norte as it is for Atzlan. Google it and find out why.
LB