Slowish Saturday

Not a lot to catch up on. 

As I get older my toenails somehow get farther and farther away, not to mention uglier and uglier.  They are so thick you could use a chainsaw.

I decided to take remedial measures yesterday and had a pedicure.

No gel.

Nice.

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Lena got this cool gift at her office holiday party last night, Snoop on a stoop.

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Terry DeWald sends a cool link.

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Millard sent this - Farmer turns cornfield into Trump's mugshot.

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Loughlin sends a pic of a coyote lounging on the 11th hole of the Olympic Club.

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The great basketball player George McGinnis has passed on to the fullcourt in the sky.

One of the greatest physical specimens I ever saw on the court.

I was lucky enough to see him play many times.

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Barry shared a cute holiday story with me the other day.

When he was a young boy in Cleveland his grandfather took it upon himself to teach him about sex one day.

"Barry, when your grandmother and I lay down at night, what do you think we do?"

Young Barry was befuddled.

"Well, let me tell you, we don't lay there like latkes."

End of story.

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Chargers just imploded. Again. Fired the coach and G.M.

Once my football team, I have no love remaining and don't see any way to right their ship without changing the ownership and maybe finding a way to play in Snapdragon Stadium.

Fire the owner.

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AI depictions of people in every state.