Too busy moving to my new place in Amherst to write anything today, but I did want to pause to share with you this bit of political memorabilia I found at the bottom of a filing cabinet.
It is a campaign item from one of Frankie Keough's two State Senate runs. His first was against Ray Jordan and the second against Brian Lees. Lucky for the taxpayers, he lost both times. Today Keough doesn't need a ruler, he needs a clock, to watch each tiresome hour pass as he measures how much time he still has to spend in the mind-bending boredom of prison.
Here's a quick joke someone sent me:
A couple made a deal that whoever died first would come back and inform the other of the afterlife.
Their biggest fear was that there was no afterlife.
After a long life, the husband was the first to go and true to his word, he made contact.
"Is that you, Fred?"
"Yes, I've come back like we agreed."
"What's it like?"
"Well, I get up in the morning, I have sex, I have breakfast, off to the golf course, I have sex, I bathe in the sun, and then I have sex twice.
I have lunch, another romp around the golf course, then sex pretty much all afternoon. After supper, golf course again.
Then have sex until late at night. The next day it starts again."
"Oh, Fred you surely must be in heaven."
"Not exactly. I'm a rabbit in Arizona."