Gratitude:
I thank the powers that be for
all the good food my wife has been feeding my this week, and the fact
that I have determined two things this week. (Find out below)
Acknowledgment:
I am a sour and bitter sort,
even though I know damn well I shouldn't be. But what the hay! I
still can laugh in my own way at my own jokes. Ha ha I type as I
slap my knees at the same time.
Requests: 1)I
hope that all goes well for my Aunt Dzridza in Winnipeg and my Uncle
Maigonis in Minneapolis – my mother's and my father's eldest
siblings respectively are apparently not doing so well. I was able
to see them both last year, and it was nice of Maigonis to attend my
father's funeral. We didn't think that he could make the long trip
from Minneapolis to Manitoba, but he did. 2)Send emails to my new
address: andiskaulins@qq.com.
An
AKIC Glossary
Gratitude:
will always be the first word of the AKIC weekly blog entry -- it is
the key to happiness.
Acknowledgment and
Request: For me Acknowledgment means confession; and
Request means request. GAR [Gratitude, Acknowledgment,
Request] are the simple stages of a prayer which I came upon
following the Jewish World Review site. I used the GAR format
when I delivered the eulogy at my father's funeral last year.
Jenny is
my wife. She is a Jiangsu woman.
J: I
will sometimes refer to her that way.
Tony is
my son.
T: I
will sometimes refer to Tony this way.
TKIC: Tony
Kaulins in China. I may be referring to the TKIC blogs or to
Tony when I use TKIC. I am sure you can figure out which
way I am using it from the context.
AKIC: Andis
Kaulins in China. The same applies to AKIC as applies to TKIC.
That is, I may be referring to the AKIC blogs or to myself. AKIC
aspires to be China's leading forum of Gómez-Dávilism and
reactionary intransigence.
My
School is HyLite English located on Zhongshan Road in Wuxi,
China.
Casa
Kaulins is what I call the apartment I (really my wife)
owns.
California
Villa: The English name of the apartment complex the Kaulins
family resides. In Chinese pinyin, it is called Jia Zhou Yang
Fang.
Train-spotting.
There is a high speed train track running near Casa K. Tony
& I, when we have a chance, love to go there to watch the trains
go by.
Wuxi:
The city where Jenny, Tony & I live. I sometimes call
it the Wux.
Hui
Shan: The district of Wuxi in which we live. Not to be confused with
the Hui Shan Mountain that is in Xihui Park.
The
Square: The Hui Shan People's Square is nearby Casa
Kaulins.
Central
Park: Hui Shan Central Park is the park closest to Casa Kaulins. It
has a playground area and a small lake with beach. The park is
nothing special. The water in the lake is unbelievably foul. The
playground's fixtures are following apart. The park is big enough
that its narrow paths, that I would have thought were meant for
pedestrians, have cars being driven on them. The sight of these cars
honking at pedestrians to get out their way disgusts me as much as
the park's lake water. Chinese people don't know how to drive and
exhibit extreme selfishness when they get behind the steering wheel.
Yanqiao:
a town of Hui Shan District -- not too far from Casa Kaulins.
Jiangyin:
A city or district next to Wuxi.
Meicun: A
suburb of Wuxi city that is far from the downtown.
Shuo
Feng: Ditto!
Ditto! Agrees
with what has been previously said.
FB:
A pervert (or seducer) I happened to know, but don't see much
anymore, thank God.
LECTOR: I
got the idea for Lector, a fictional sparring partner for my blog,
from a Hillaire Belloc book I had read recently.
School
Laptop: I like to make note of where I make my notes for my
weekly blog entry. One of the four places is my school laptop.
The other three are: my home laptop, my Ipad Mini, and my Ipod
Touch.
Python:
Some kind of script-writing computer program I am learning to use.
Brandon,
Manitoba, Canada is where my mother Aina lives.
Winnipeg,
Manitoba is where my brother Ron lives.
Minneapolis,
Minnesota, USA is where some of my father's relatives live.
The
AKIC Week in Brief: It is hard
to make each week seem distinctive from the other. There are rarely
deviations in my weekly routine which sees me take the bus to work
and then the bus home. So. Let's face it! I lead a dull life. Not
that there is anything wrong with that. World War Two was an
interesting time and I am glad to have just heard about it. A life
where we get all we want is not interesting to others anyway... it
is all about how you feel about it. So... What happened in AKIC
land this week? I took the bus to get to school and back. At
school, I had lots of spare time so I studied Chinese and Python
computer programming – I only left my office to teach classes. I
also did a lot of reading, and I got two things from it. First, I
know what I am going to put on my gravestone (If there is any money
for such a thing. My funeral will be on the cheap like my father's
was.). Second, I think I have a purpose for this blog. I first
thought, six years ago, that this blog would be the authoritative
record of Wuxi Expatdom. That quickly fell by the wayside because
that meant me rising to the level of a social animal. I have spent
too much of my life as a loner, stuck on the margin, being a sour and
bitter observer of human affairs. This leopard can't change his
spots. It is not in my nature to say things are sunshine and
lollipops when they aren't. My blog entries got a lot of people
annoyed at me. So my blog couldn't be the authoritative guide to
Wuxi Expat living – I fell out of the loop. It had to be something
else...
About
Me (Andis):
I
in in China! 我
听说 张艺谋 有 很多 儿子。我 问 一个学生。你 是
张艺谋的儿子吗？
Politically
I am Conservative!
There was more proof this
past week that Obama sucks as a president. I take no joy from
it however. The electorate in the U.S. should have been made
aware much earlier. And I am stuck on a planet where far too many
people think highly of Obama however terrible he is.
I
am Canadian!
I wonder what happened to
the Leafs in game seven against Boston.
I
teach English! When I can.
I
like to Read! Here is what I
am reading this week:
Don
Colacho's Aphorisms: There are 2,988 of them in this book
that I compiled myself. I read ten aphorisms at a time. I
cut and paste the better ones -- they are all profound actually --
and I put them in my weekly blog entry. (See below) This week, I
learned, was his birthday
Ulysses
by James Joyce:
I am following along with Frank
Delaney as
he slowly guides podcast listeners through Joyce's hard-to-read
novel. Delaney figures he will have done his last ReJoyce
Podcast in about 22 years. Now that I have caught up to
Delaney's podcast (he completed episode #153 this week), I am getting
ahead him as far as reading the book. I will be finished
reading it, I figure, in a year.
The
Holy Bible King James Version: I am reading a
chapter a day of the greatest book of all-time. I am now reading the
Acts of the Apostles.
University
Economics: Elements of Inquiry Third Edition by Armen A.
Alchian and William R. Allen: A great Economics
textbook.
The
Hobbit by JR Tolkien. I
hadn't read this book before. I have seen parts of the recent
movie based on the book. But it was reading Father
Schall's praising of Tolkien that
really inspired me to read the Hobbit. Tolkien, says Schall, is
more than just the creator of the genre of Fantasy fiction.
I
like to take photos
I
publish them in the following blogs: AKIC
wordpress , TKIC
blogspot,
and TKIC
wordpress.
I
like to make videos
Here
is my
Youtube Channel and my
Youku Channel.
I
like to cut and paste quotations:
In
honor of Don Colacho's Birthday, I will publish more of his quotes
than normal:
2155 Sins
that appear “splendid” from afar are from close up nothing more
than small sordid episodes.
2157 The
politician, in a democracy becomes the jester of the sovereign
people. [Joe Biden is not the first clown to achieve high office,
and he won't be the last.]
2160 Whoever
appeals to any science in order to justify his basic convictions
inspires distrust of his honesty or his intelligence. [People who
do talk about science, or say they are scientists, seem to think they
think they have halos around their head.]
2162 When
nothing in society deserves respect, we should fashion for ourselves
in solitude new silent loyalties. [That is what I am doing with
my life these days.]
2168 The
left is a collection of those who blame society for nature’s shabby
treatment of them. [Since I stopped being a left-winger, I
realize that most of the shabby treatment I have received in my life
has been deserved. I have also realized that a lot of shabby
treatment isn't really so shabby after all.]
2174 Profound
convictions are transmitted in silence. [Best to shut up and let
the other guy talk and make a fool of himself.]
2202
Our denouncing the imbecile does not mean that we wish to get rid
of him. We want diversity at any price. But the charm of
variety should not prevent us from judging correctly. [I
don't want rid of them either, but at the same time I don't want
anything to do with them and I rue having to set sight on them.]
2207
He who does not know how to condemn without fear does not know how
to appreciate without apprehension. [That is what is wrong with
trying to be cool.]
2215
Believe in God, trust in Christ, look with suspicion. [I want
to put those words on my gravestone.]
2227
Humanity longs to free itself from poverty, from toil, from
war—from everything which few escape without degrading themselves.
[Walking around Ikea, looking at the Chinese acting like middle class
consumers, I think this quote was kind apt for what I saw.]
I
like to keep a journal of my daily activities and any
thoughts that occur to me.
Monday
[May 13]
[Home
Laptop]
I
didn't work today.
With
summer-like weather having come to Wuxi ,
I had to rearrange my closets, putting my summer clothes towards the
front, and my winter clothes in the back. I also bought suntan
lotion at the supermarket. (I had gotten sunburned on my arms
and legs over the weekend).
I
spent the day farting around on the computer. In the morning, I
published my
weekly blog entry. (At this time, 28 have viewed the entry.)
I then loaded four more books on the Ipad (Three by John Ruskin and
the other by Richard Epstein) The rest of the day, I wrote code
so I could play one twenty-team league of my tournament. That is, I
now can play a
tournament with a round-robin round followed by a playoff round
that determines the league champion. But I would like the
results to look prettier and be able to save the scores and standings
of the tournament.
I
took Tony out for a bit of train-spotting. When he came home
from school, he asked me to take him. We went to our newest
train-spotting site which is on the Jiangyin side of the
Wuxi-Jiangyin Bridge.
There, we saw structures
whose purpose I could not determine, a
pond teeming with fish that Tony
could throw rocks and bricks into,
and fast
trains closeup.
Tuesday
[May 14]
[Home
Laptop]
I
work 1300-2100 today. Ah! What fresh horrors await?
I
do like the 1300 kickoffs. It allows me to take my time as I
get ready to go to work. Of course, I don't take the morning
too easily. I try to get some of my daily requirements done at
home, so as to be able to check them off on my to-do list at school.
Things I like to have done everyday: Chinese flashcard
study, Chinese textbook study, Chinese pinyin to character typing
practice, python computer language study, GAR, e-book readings, and
other projects I have set for myself.
The
government is going to inspect Tony's school today. J tells me
that the teachers have to hide the fact that they are teaching the
students letters, numbers and English -- apparently it is against the
law. As well, the teachers instructed the parents to keep their
childrens' backpacks at home -- it is necessary to clean up the
school for the government people.
As
I type this, there are two game sevens in the NHL playoffs: the
Leafs are playing the Bruins and the Rangers are playing the
Capitals.
What
would I do if Toronto and Ottawa both play in the quarterfinals.
Like the Iran-Iraq war, I would have to hope both lose.
Does
Loneliness kill? It
is not a good thing but it is but one of the many unpleasant things
one can experience in life, and it can be bad for us and our health
like many other bad things. I think of the question: Does a man
drink because he is lonely or is he lonely because he drinks? The
point being of course, that studied in isolation loneliness can seem
fatal to us as drinking can, when studied in isolation. Anyway,
I have these reactions to the article that was published in the New
Republic about the science of loneliness. I only got halfway
through the article when I saw that it was left-wing, self-pitying,
I-should-feel-sorry-for-myself pseudo-scientific claptrap. I
stopped reading the article at this passage: "Evolutionary
theory, which has a story for everything, has a story to illustrate
how the human species might benefit from wide variations in
temperament. A group that included different personality types would
be more likely to survive a radical change in social conditions than
a group in which everyone was exactly alike." Evolution
explains everything? Does Evolution have laws? I hear
talk of the laws of Economics and Physics that one can't violate.
What about laws of Evolution? Are there such things?
[School
Laptop]
It
was hot on the way to work.
I
see I don't have to worry about both the Senators and Leafs playing
in the second round of the NHL playoffs.
It
is all fun and games till someone gets offended.
It
is all fun and games till someone takes excessive precaution against
the remote possibility that someone might lose an eye.
The
heat is getting to me already. This summer is going to be
tortuous. I can barely stay awake for the heat that's going on.
Wednesday
[May 15th]
[Home
Laptop]
I
am up. I have sent Tony off to school. I have showered.
I have ironed my clothes for work. I don't go to work for
another hour or so, yet. So! What do I do?
[School
Laptop]
Well
here is what I did. I looked at about 300 flashcards on my home
laptop. I would have looked at more flashcards but my wife was
doing housework and I was feeling guilty doing my study on the
computer so I shut it down, and left the apartment early so I could
resume my study at school.
I
work 1300 to 2100 today.
It
has cooled down from yesterday. Thank God!
When
not preparing for classes, teaching classes, and studying Chinese, I
am occupying myself with Python. I am trying to figure out how
to save the results of my tournament programs to text files. [LECTOR:
Who cares!]
Thursday
[May 16th]
[School
Laptop]
I
work 1000-2100 today. It is my long day.
It
has been wet the past two days which I suppose is to be expected
after the three days of very hot weather we had.
Yesterday,
it started cool but became muggy as the day went on. One could
feel that it was building up to a deluge of rain. I hoped it
would come and finish before nine pm. As it was, it came about
seven and I had to suffer through it on the way back home from school
-- at least it wasn't that heavy.
My
last class of the evening was with an older student with whom I can
talk politics. We discussed the news and China in general. He
worried, he told me, that the corruption in China would result in
chaos and a breakup of the country. This breakup would, he said
[and I am paraphrasing], make the things that happened in Russia and
Eastern Europe in 1989 look like picnics. He had heard, like
me, the news that one of Chairman Mao's granddaughters was a mega
multimillionaire. Granddaughter Mao used the relationship with
the Chairman to her advantage, the student told me The student
also told me of party officials who have been forced to not flaunt
their wealth. Apparently, one official got in trouble because
he was shown in different photographs to wearing different expensive
watches. I also learned from the student that Yao Ming's child,
who was born in America, has been made an American citizen. The
student and I then talked about the food scandal involving the rat,
fox and mink meat being made to look like lamb. He said the
government is going to have to punish these cases very severely if
they ever hope to stop them from happening. [At this point, I
mentioned how the government can't seem to monitor the schools very
well as the schools are openly flaunting their educational policies.]
Still, with all these problems, the student said he still
supported the Communist Party and their one party rule because the
alternatives seem worst. As I told him, many Chinese with their
middle class lifestyles and cars don't want the kind of chaos that
would make their lives uncomfortable.
Last
night, as I walked home, I saw a car parked on the street. I
first thought the car was stopped because it was in a driving lane of
the roadway and not off to the side. But as I got closer and I
saw the lights weren't on (many Chinese drivers don't put their
headlights on at night), I had to look and see if anyone was sitting
in the car. There wasn't, and the engine was definitely not idling.
It was a mystery more ponderous that the shoe on the road. [And
if it was broken down, why didn't the driver put on his four ways?]
If
the Chairman had been a monkey, Monkey's uncles would be very rich in
China these days.
Yesterday
afternoon, I did an English Corner. I do one a week these days.
The topic yesterday was "Two." I asked
questions and taught some expressions using the number two. One
question I asked the students was what were two things they avoided.
I said I avoided the taxman and the undertaker. The truth
is, I try to avoid a certain type of person and stop-and-chats.
I
achieved a goal of sorts with the Python programming language. I
can now stage one of my "tournaments" and have the program
print the results to a file.
The
local government has told the local media to not report on the Zhang
Yimou scandal, I learned from a student who is a local journalist.
The government has imposed the ban because it makes Wuxi look
bad. However, other parts of China are reporting the story and
everyone in Wuxi is talking about it.
I
was surprised and saddened to hear that Quentin Tarantino’s Civil
war movie is playing in Wuxi cinemas.
It
is about 500 pm and it is raining like a son-of-a-bitch outside. It
is one of those Asian monsoonish heavy rains that I hope subsides by
1700.
Friday
[May 17th]
[School
Laptop]
I
work 1100 to 2100. I arrive at school at 945 am. I get
here early so I can do my Chinese and Python study.
In
Python, I am now in the chapter in my textbook dealing with GUI's --
that be Graphic User Interfaces. It is not so easy to deal with
because there are apparently so many GUI modules for Python. Each
textbook I have uses a different one for demonstration. Some of
these GUI modules have already come with the Python software I have
already downloaded. However, some have to be downloaded and
then added on, and being in China, some of the sites from which I can
download GUI modules don't have a solid connection to China. The
module that I have found on my version of Python is not used in the
textbooks I have. I will have to look for documentation about
it on the Internet.
I
had breakfast at McDonalds. They put a coupon flier on my tray
on which I saw the following: 妈妈的标准。我们的标准。
I
knew enough of the characters that I thought I would take a stab at
figuring out what it meant. So I brought out my Ipod, went to the
notes app, and turned on the simplified mandarin keyboard. I
figured out that the pinyin for the two sentences was mamade
biaozhun. womende biaozhun. The
first words in the two sentences were Mamma's and Ours
respectively. The question was what did biaozhun mean?
Going to work, I immediately consulted my Berlitz Chinese
English Dictionary and learned that it meant standard. So Mom's
standards are McDonald's.
I
don't know if all the noise I am hearing from America about Benghazi,
the IRS and the Tea Party, and the Justice Department doing some kind
of harassing action on Media groups will amount to much in the long
run. For me it just shows what I have known all along: that
Obama and his ilk are incompetents and dirty political operators
whose airs of righteous indignation would be laughable if they
weren't in such positions of authority. The question is the
ultimate political fallout from it. I suspect that the people
of my political ilk will talk about these things forever while the
low information voter who doesn't pay attention won't care and think
highly of Obama because he looks cool.
I
listened, this morning, to some podcasts where the subject was the
Leafs loss to the Bruins in Game Seven of their recent playoff
series. The Leafs lost in disconcerting fashion, having had a
three goal lead late in the game, only to lose the lead and then the
game in overtime. I had to send my brother, who is a Leafs fan,
an email about it. I almost felt sorry for the Leafs. If
forced to choose between them and the Senators -- I would choose the
Leafs.
Going
home last night, I double-bagged my Ipad. That is, I put it in
two plastic bags before putting it in my backpack. It was
raining that heavily.
I
had to leave two of my three USB sticks at home. Tony wanted to
watched the Shaun the Sheep and Fireman Sam episodes that were on
them:
Tony
likes Shaun the Sheep
Tony
likes Shaun the Sheep
And
if he unable to watch, he will fall into a heap
He
loves Shaun the Sheep
He
loves Shaun the Sheep
Oh!
Tony really likes Shaun the Sheep
Having
composed the following song, I went back to my Python programming and
learned a few things about those GUI's. I was able to create a
GUI with three buttons. The first button was a quit button, the
second button was a one-game button, and the third was a tournament
button. Press the first button and the program quits. Press
the second button and you can play one tossing game. Press the
third button and you can play an entire tournament with twenty teams.
To get this to work, I had to refer to the modules chapter in
one my Python textbooks. I figured out to get the
program to call up another program I had previously written -- only
three lines of code were needed to do this.
Two
braying donkeys came into school but then they, thankfully, left.
Student:
"Only me?" Andis: "No! I will be
there with you!"
Student
#1: "I want to take my wife and son to a desert island with me."
Student #2 "I agree with him [student #1]" Andis:
[to student #2] What?!? You want to take his wife and son to a
desert island with you?!?"
What's
with the old people here in Wuxi? When you board a bus, some of
them will shove you or will bud in front of you in a
very aggressive manner. [Since I am getting old, I will be
able to get away with shoving these seniors out of my senior way.]
Saturday
[May 18th]
[Computer
Laptop]
I
work 1000-1800 today. It is my fast and busy day. That
is, I have a lot of classes and not enough spare time to do what I
really want to do: study Chinese and Python.
Lunchtime
in downtown Wuxi on a Saturday is not a good time to go to a
restaurant. They are all too crowded. So, not having
brought a lunch, I went to a nearby convenience store and
bought some snacks.
This
Saturday presents even less inviting prospects for eating because it
is raining.
Every
time I do a salon class about celebrities, the students will always
try to tell me that Chairman Mao is a celebrity. He isn't
because he is dead and he was a political leader. So, Xi Jing
Ping is not a celebrity, but his wife is.
[Ipad]
I
will celebrate his birthday modestly by drinking a pineapple beer.
Colacho is the greatest thinker I have ever come across. No
other thinker has so accurately described the Modern Age.
But
at the same time, I feel a tinge of sadness as I realize what an
intellectual wasteland I am in. Colacho, Jenny & Tony are
all that sustain me these days. There isn't much else for me to
draw on. I live in a corrupt place where I can't trust anybody.
David
Warren, who I have linked to above, wants his site to be "Canada’s
leading forum of Gómez-Dávilism, & all-round reactionary
intransigence." Similarly I hope I can make AKIC China's leading
forum of Gómez-Dávilism.
[Home
Laptop]
After
work, we went to Ikea. I first step 35 minutes waiting for the
Ikea bus and then rode the bus for thirty minutes. Upon arrival
at Ikea, I went straight to the cafeteria and had Swedish Meatballs
and Mashed Potatoes. I spend a brief time looking around the
place while thinking it was pointless because our apartment was too
small for any more stuff as it was. We then waited about 20
minutes for the bus that was to take us downtown. In the latter
interim, Tony annoyed me because he was playing with a new umbrella
we had just purchased. When He almost stabbed J in the eye with
the end of the umbrella, I lost it and slapped him hard on the wrist.
I made him apologize to J but he then wanted me to give him
back the umbrella so he could play with it again. [LECTOR: You
child abuser!. Apparently you hit him so hard, you left a
bruise on his wrist. ANDIS: He has to learn to behave and
listen to his father.]
Sunday
[May 19]
[Home
Laptop]
I
don't work today, so I linger in bed. It is nice to be in a warm bed
with two other bodies.
The
weather outside in a stage between sunny and rainy. I would classify
it as blustery.
I
took Tony out in the afternoon so he could play with his water gun
toy. He broke it before we had even got anywhere near a pool or body
of water. The toy consists of a long tube in which there is a
plunger. Pull the plunger of the toy when the bottom end is in water
and water will be sucked into the tube. Pushing the plunger will
cause the water in the tube to fly out in an impressive jet. Tony
broke the toy by pulling the shaft of the plunger out of the tube so
that the plunger shaft and the plunger end, which makes a seal in the
tube, became separated. It had been glued together so what I did was
go to a store and buy some glue. Four attempts to glue the plunger
shaft to the end didn't work. The glue would only hold for about ten
minutes.
Not
being able to fix the toy gun was one of several factors that made my
afternoon outing with Tony seem grim. For whatever reason, chemical
imbalance in the brain perhaps, I was in a foul mood. I would have
been content if Tony had played with his water gun at an isolated
spot where there weren't other people about, but Tony insisted on
going to the park and the square where the sights only fed my
misanthropy. I would have been willing to overlook the squalor of
the area in which we but Tony was being peevish and petulant as well.
He cried when I told him that he was going to have to wait for the
glue to dry before he could use the water gun. He also got annoyed
at me when I insisted that we get away from a certain area because I
had seen the rotting corpse of a dog. The dead dog, like the hang
dog or whatever it was that was said to have fouled Churchill's mood,
disgusted me, and I became fixated on the thought I had before that
China is a bunch of buildings and apartments constructed within a
garbage dump, or rather I should briefly say China is a garbage dump
with buildings. The area I choose to spend some time while Tony
played with his toy gun was dirty beyond belief. It was supposed to
be a park area, but after being built, the park had gone to seed.
The walkways had weeds appearing amidst the cracks. The water in the
canal, that the park was beside, was dirty and stagnant like a swamp
next to a dump. (Here
is a photo of the scene.) Unbelievably, still to me even after
eight years of living here, someone up the canal was stripped down
to his underwear and was about to go for a swim in the canal. Going
past the pool where I saw the dead dog, a man had parked his car, and
was using a bucket to take water from that pool to wash his car.
Tony insisted that we go to the nearby central park. I gave him ten
minutes. We had an argument where we argued about whether the park
was dirty or not. Tony insisted that it wasn't and I disagreed. It
saddened me to think how Tony is a little too Chinese for my liking.
After escaping the central park,
I placated Tony one more time and took him to the nearby public
square. There was a stage set up there, and I saw a show was being
performed under the auspices of the nearby Hui Shan Wanda Plaza.
[The plaza is going to open on June 21st] I didn't watch
the show. I took Tony to the pools behind the stage so he could play
with his water gun. I listened to him whine as his water gun toy
kept falling apart, and then briefly to the overly-familiar wailing
of a speaker playing the song “Gangnam Style.” I had to go home
and ignore Tony's pleas to be taken to a playground he had seen. “I
see a playground!” said Tony. “I don't!” I replied. “I see
a playground!” whined Tony in response. I continued on my way home
and Tony found something else to whine about.
Thinking
about the squalor of the park gone to seed, I am reminded of the
swamp that Frodo and Sam had to make their way through in order to
Mount Doom.
For
Dinner, Jenny made meatballs and hot dogs.
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