T-Bone

The last debate is tonight. I hope everyone that cares about this country will listen to Obama and keep an open mind. The Republicans have ruined our economy, made us the most hated nation in the world, and attacked nations that have committed no aggression against us while ignoring those who did (21 hijackers on 9/11 were Saudi). The Clintons left us after 8 years of peace and prosperity, then came W.

Ask yourselves these questions before we make the same mistake again: Are we better off now? Are we safer now? Can McCain’s belief in de-regulation work with all of these greedy people in control? What would have happened if the Republicans had their way and Social Security had been privatized when the stock market crashed? Can our country survive 4 more years of the same policies?

My daughter’s best friend is a very religious born again Christian. She gives me hope as she is supporting Obama because, for the first time she has decided to vote based on what is best for the country rather than her beliefs on choice. Don’t let the “hot button” issues and rhetoric drive your decision.

We are going to watch the debate and have a drinking game. We will do a shot every time McCain says “Fight or MY Friends”.

Our neighborhood on the prehistoric side is quite interesting. We have a T-bone bachelor’s row going on here. To our right is a Brit named Roy, Alias Nigel in the book Leisureville. Roy gets quite puffed up when someone recognizes him as the character in the book as he is referred to as “having the good looks of an aging film star”. Several houses down lives a single guy that we refer to as “Chemical Ricky”. He is an experienced golf course maintenance person and always trying to help us save our shabby lawns, and trees with some secret chemical treatment (its best I know nothing about the contents of his spray bottle).

Next door is my best friend Rich. We have been best friends for over 20 years. He was my Journeyman into the Model Making trade at Delphi, and the rest, as they say, is history. He had a conversation with a guy when we first got down here and when the guy found out that he was a single guy in living the Villages he started calling him T-bone. Finally Rich asked him what was up with the T-bone stuff.

The guy told him that he knew many ladies that cruised the hot spots in the villages looking for their “T-bone dinner”. They would pick out a guy and tag him as theirs, get him interested in dating, then ask him to move in. The girls liked nice dinners, cruises etc. They didn’t want T-bone’s money but would suggest he sell his house and put the proceeds into a joint bank account. When the inevitable happened, well let’s just say these ladies could turn a T-bone about every 5 years. At 60, Rich is probably a little young to be a true T-bone, but the concept still makes us chuckle.