A.G.E's Joint

There was a bar I was a regular at called Good Ol' Days, so much so the waitresses would have the pitcher (and however many glasses we needed) by the time My friends and I would sit down. And like any good bar, there are bar stories, one's you wonder how it happened.  The best one happened right after I got married. It was a pretty fall day and my wife and I sat outside watching the butterflies play on the patio railing as we watched the sunset across the road.  Since this was kind of a "date", she insisted I dress up a little. I had on a white sport coat with an open collar shirt. I was working out a bit then making me look a little like a bouncer. A couple friends stopped by our table and we waxed loquacious about jobs, relationships, and who would be the next spouse to get knocked up.  A =band was butchering a cover of "You Spin Me Around (like a record)", making it sound like "My Big Ten Inch (Record). The crowd was lubricated enough to substitute

Excuse me a moment while I drop this lime in my gin and tonic. I was going to recycle a story, but on my way home from the doctor, I picked up a nail in my tire. Then after I put on the spare, I pulled out the one I was going to work on and realized I had recently done that one. Well, back to the drawing board. There is always another way to go. If you have been dealing with computers and stuff as long as I have, you understand Change is the same old story . I have nothing to offer anyone but my own confusion. A few months ago, I decided to take Zuckerberg’s bait and upgrade my Sheep Tag account to whatever number this version is. It seems to work a bit faster on my phone and I’m sure it is more effective at tracking my movements and habits as the old one. But it did away with several features I have learned to live with over the years...like Notes. I found out there IS something new out there: the collaborative document. L Douglas St Ours has been using it to do new updates on his

Lucious Beezlebub and Marty Mammon are having an impromptu status meeting in the Executive Conference Room at Devil’s Quill Communications. Arlington VA “Marty?” “Yes, Mr. Beezlebub?” “I was looking at the latest reports from the ‘Lucky 13’ plague deployment…” “They call it Covid topside.”  “Yes, Covid... it looks like the script has called up some older pain routines from times gone by.” “Yes, sir. But those are features, not bugs. An incognito plant in the Zuckerman organization suggested it for extra confusion and chaos.” “Doesn’t he know those programs result in prayers and petitions to Maker?” “Frankly, most mortals I’ve run into don’t care. It’s like they don’t believe either of us exists.” “What about Zuckerberg himself? Does he believe? “Our source says he hedges his bets like a good demon.” “Good. That’s what I like to hear. Now, what about this Frump fellow?” “That’s Trump, Sir.” “Whatever. Was that Nixon’s idea?” “Yes, Sir. He was chosen because he is an incompetent fool e