superdave

Gown the stretch they come...

Ok. We're pretty much down to the wire, now. Most polls have the surfer dude from the North Shore of Oahu, ahead of the Gelded Grey Navel Academy graduate by enough of a margin to assume that the election is a fore gone conclusion. We know better, don't we? Those numbers do not suggest a distain for McCain as much as they reflect a backlash against the titular head of the Republican party, George W. Bush. A man so reviled, at this point in history, that...

Maybe you are right, maybe having relationships with those that would, very much, like to bring our Country to it's knees, is a bad thing. The last guy pretty much proved that.

As a young man I visited those same places as Obama, Karachi, Calcutta, Bombay, the Persian Gulf, Southeast Asia and Shiraz, Iran among others. In late '78, before the Shaw fell, Shiraz was one of the most westernized cities in the Middle East. It had a large American population dating to the 50's. Most were...

Massive Craziness
Some a ya may have heard that I have embarked on one of the crazier fantasy football journeys of the season. Or any season, for that matter. In a moment of (actually, about 4 weeks of) absolute madness, I somehow accumulated a total of 67 fantasy football teams. That's right, sixty-seven. It started out innocently enough after pretty much taking last year off from all football related activities, I decided to get back into the swing of things by volunteering as commissioner...

Some a yins know me...summa ya don't. Some of y'all think you know me...some of you do. Like a pesky rabbit in yer well tended garden...I turnip from time to time. Love me, hate me, ignore me...'cept a course if you are female between the ages of...heck, age don't matter if ya got legs that go from here to my bedroom...then please do love me. Otherwise, it don't matter what ya think of me. Well...it does matter...just not as much as you think it does. I used to spend quite a bit of time here...over...

Southern Hostiltality


Sunset. The eastern shore of Lake Norman. Pink and azure and fire and rain and tall pines. Just like the full bodied ambrosia of gulfshore sunsets in Southwest Florida, these are their own blend of cloud bent and infused light and shadow. Red and blue and yellow and green. Sea Rays and Sea Planes and pony tailed slender blonds with tan legs that go all the way to here...and back again. The marina bar is starting to fill with crispy fried lake loungers...