Maybe She Reads It . . .

We had a very heavy thunderstorm come through early this morning that really rocked things. But besides a few limbs down on the road, all I saw locally was a porta-potty blown over at a nearby home construction site.

But our daughter Brandi did lose one of their backyard palm trees.

Brandi Palm Tree Down

These have really shallow roots so it doesn’t take a lot to dislodge one of them. But they may just be able to have it replanted. Luckily the fence it hit was already in the process of being replaced anyway, so no problem.

And when I checked our new Rubbermaid storage room this morning, it was also nice and dry inside.

On the humor side of the work from home situation, Will Reeve (son of Superman actor Christopher Reeve), a reporter for ABC’s Good Morning America got caught going a little too casual, at least below the waist, while on the air from his home,

No Pants

Oops!

On a personal note, back in the day I did a lot of TV Broadcasting, both local and some network. And I can you tell that if the news anchor never leaves the security of the desk it’s more than likely he/she is just wearing blue jeans or shorts. And sometimes even less than that.

I’ve seen female anchors who have a dozen or so suit tops in different colors, with the blouses built in. They come into the studio in shorts and a t-shirt, put the jacket/blouse combo on and sit behind the desk. When they’re done they just unbutton the jacket, hand it to a floor person and walk out the door. And sometimes it’s even more casual than that.

As I’ve mentioned before, I was with NASA when the STS-3 Space Shuttle landed at the White Sands Northrup Strip backup landing site in March 1982. And since it was only the 3rd Shuttle flight, the news media mobbed the landing site.

The anchor desks were placed on top of semi-trailers so that the scene behind the desk looked out over the landing strip. One female network reporter, who’s name you would recognize, that is, if I could remember it, had a reclined chaise lounge right behind her desk.

When she was done with her segment, she would stand up, remove her jacket/blouse combo and leave it on the desk. Then she would slather the sun-screen onto her very curvy, very skimpily bikini-clad body, and then catch some more rays behind her desk until her next report. So you can never tell what they’re really wearing behind there.

So maybe Laura reads my blog?

I caught the beginning of Laura Ingraham’s Fox New show last night, and her opening segment was all about what happened to this year’s regular flu.

In Monday night’s blog, I talked about how, pre-WuFlu, we were on track for a particularly bad seasonal flu season, 65,000 – 70,000 deaths. But now it’s just disappeared off the map.

So if was gratifying to hear her go over many of the same points that I covered, wondering whether if seasonal flu patients were being classified as WuFlu for the extra cash involved, or if the state’s were trying to jack up the numbers themselves. Or maybe the WuFlu is now sickening many of the people that would have succumbed to the regular flu.

Or some of all of the above. But remember, you heard it here first.

But, just in case, ‘Hi Laura!’

So when is a crowd not a crowd?

Don’t know if you’ve seen any of those photos that show how people are all crowding together on the beaches, ignoring ‘social distancing’ guidelines. But then you see an aerial photo that shows plenty of spacing between groups. Well, here’s how it’s done.

The photo on the left was taken with a wide-angle lens, which compresses the depth of the photo. The photo on the left is of the same group, just taken from the side.

When Is A Crowd Not A Crowd

Don’t know where this came from. But it’s been hiding somewhere since we moved from Alabama out here to Texas in December 1978.

It’s my beautiful Sweetie, back when she was 29. Really hasn’t changed since then.

Jan Driver's License 1976
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Thought For The Day:

There is a big difference between a QUIET woman and a SILENT woman.

The first one is a miracle. The second one is a time bomb.

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