A Walk Home

So I got the before mentioned fender replaced at B & B Collision yesterday.  I endorse them heartily even though I wish we weren't such good friends.  It was 100 bucks cheaper than estimated which was a bonus.  I decided to walk home rather than accepting a ride from the shop.  I like the adventure of slowly passing by the stores and businesses to see what is done or sold there or what service is rendered. These are a couple of shots I took along the way with my IPhone.  The blue door could be the cover of a book called Whats Behind the Blue Door, (I know, silly).

I saw menus and exercise equipment and parking warnings and a few people.  The distance back to the apartment was not too bad, about 2 1/2 miles and I got in most of my steps of the day.  The temps only rose toward the end of my journey.  Once across Woodward a memory of a friend darted into my mind as I looked at the neat brick postwar bungalows on my right.  We had a wonderful, brilliant friend Ron Guzi that grew up in one of those houses.  Sadly, due to well hidden depression, he took his own life a number of years back.  We were all shocked because he seemed so happy.  He would have made a wonderful grandfather.

We have been watching "The Chair" on Netflix over the past couple of days. The lead character is Sandra Oh, whom I have had a crush on for a long time.  It is about the floundering English department at an eastern college;  There are. many flawed characters which I love, especially Holland Taylor and Bob Balaban included in a batch of other curmudgeons. I love it when the secondary characters have stories that are included in the plot. At times their's are better.

The media is continuing to beat on Joe for the withdrawal from Afghanistan.  There was never going to be a good or even adequate answer to when to depart this country.  Why do all. politicians have to make speeches pitching their accomplishments?  As a career public servant, our president falls into this category.

But he may be the Harry Truman of this century as the buck stops at his desk and he is willing to carry the load.

The elevators are still working only intermittently at the old folks home.  One of my buddies, Calvin had to climb to the 8th floor, up the back stairs, cane and all.  Judy and I were stuck in it yesterday on our floor and the maintenance man had to force open the door.  The car died a foot above floor level and we had to jump out to land on the floor.  We are pretty able bodied but someone in a walker would not have been so fortunate.  All possible agencies have been advised with no resolution in sight.  Multifloored Senior faciliites must have functional elevators at a minimum.  A new paint job or new carpet isn't enough. But enough bitching.

all for now

stay safe