I spent the weekend with my son again.

I swore (to myself) that I would not discuss this subject again.

But it will not go away; no matter how I try.

So here goes:

First, I see Seany early on Sunday and we go walk and he catches a beer whilst I drink a cola at the local bar (there are only seven of them in this area!) and then we walk a hundred miles (with a pedometer that would translate to four miles?).

We walked to the old downtown of Virginia like we have scores of times over the last 8 years and we finally settled on one of the old Japanese houses of cuisine because the other is closed on Sundays.

(My daughter-in-law later confirms that good Asian Cuisine is closed on Mondays and why in the hell do I recall going to the only food service available to my taste is closed on Sunday.....?

Anyway, we have a good supper because because I have not had any good Cuisine (that I had not gathered per the local grocery) that I recall from Japan or China in several, several years.

To make a long story short, which is not my forte as it were, I finally got him to watch several movies with me and one of them was Death Wish III. If you are twisted enough, this is one of the funniest movies I have ever viewed and my son agrees.

Charles Bronson began on this series of horrible cheap rotten movies decades before he died because he claimed he could not find any other roles.

It is all based upon this poor fellow in NYC who actually was accosted on a subway by degenerates and he decided that he was NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS TYPE OF ABUSE ANYMORE!

So the 'real' character would take the subway and shoot whoever accosted him on that subway.

Sometimes the worse cinema available to us must be viewed so that we might get a handle upon the better cinema available. Hahahahahahahah

THIS IS ONE OF THE WORST FILMS I HAVE EVER SEEN IN MY LIFE AND YET, I HAVE SEEN IT 'THROUGH' AT LEAST TEN TIMES. HAHAHAHAHAHHA

Marty Balsam appears in this epic, of all people.

Other actors who became actors of note appeared in this debacle. Hahahahahahha

Early Clint Eastwood pictures make this debacle look very bad and some of Clint's racist appearances were very very bad, although PC began to handle some of the fall out. hahahah

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Okay, enough of that.

Because of scheduling, I saw my son on Sunday (I always wondered about that; I mean Son and Sun and the Sabboth and...., oh who cares)

He had the Monday off and we had brunch with his pregnant bride (who has about 4 weeks and it's all over); and so we had brunch with mama and Precious.

For a little background, my granddaughter is so damn afraid of me, and (apparently) no one else that she always looks at me 'estranged.

And basically, I am estranged or strange or old or...

It bothers me, but it really does not.

I mean this little creature smells something, not just tobacco but most probably death.

It is all more complicated than this but as Daddy would take my Precious to the potty at the restaurant I had several questions of the daughter-in-law.

What is it like to pretend you are a mother and then find out, after all the 9 months of wondering and following the pain of child birth; what have you found in terms of reality?

SHE IS WITH US!

It took all of my strength (like I have any strength) to keep from crying; being pregnant and having an angel as your ward is like having a great idea and then getting the patent. Hahahhah

This woman is so wondrous to me......

Anyhow, following both parents several attempts at getting the angel to toilet train, I told a story.

Which is the purpose of this silly blog. hahhahaha

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THE PURPOSE

I discussed freedom in my early years, many times over the last few years.

I discussed the fact that my first recollection of 'now' occurred on a train going from Kansas City, MO to Minneapolis when I was 27 months. (I worked this memory out long ago and I aint got fifty pages to discuss right now. Hahahah)

Now go forward to when I was between the years of four and five.

My father had rented some old farmhouse in what now is Edina in 1953? and by four years old, I am finding myself (and by that time I really came to find some 'consciousness') free.

Of all the times of my life, I have never been as free as when I was four.

It sounds nuts but Mamma had to take care of two of my younger siblings and basically Mamma was nuts.

I mean, we lived on a couple of acres and I could do whatever the hell I wished to do.

I would wander outside and the only contact I would have with Mama was to award her a bird I found on the ground (alive) and then, damn Mama would tell me to take the damn thing back outside.

Just imagine today?

I swear to Almighty God (whom I adore as much as Maher) that I wandered, all the time without any worry or without any governmental or parental observation.

I discovered wildlife and I discovered great pear orchards and I discovered 'streets' beyond the fields.

Anyway, Edina became a great developmental center for white folks with 'restrictive covenants' contained in their deeds.

Anyhow, as a four year old, I found some new streets and there was this wonderful house.

And somehow, I found this new house and this young girl, one year older than me took a liking to me.

And 'Mary' (I have no idea what her name is today, as they say) took a liking to me and we became friends.

Now later on, whatever the hell that means, I ended up 'auditing' her Kindergarten class within a short time. Really, in those olden days without 'Daycare' and with only incompetent  'baby-sitters) going to pre-Kindergarten was weird?

My parents must have okayed my auditing of a Kindergarten Class in Edina.

(Remember, I have blogged before about my wonder in First Grade about not being able to read or write or numerate or anything!

So, I told my Son and his bride about my relationship with this wondrous little girl and how she took me or lead me or whatever to the side the garage so that she could demand that I take off my pants.

WHAT?

I shall show you mine if you show me yours!

I do not know what that means, I replied.

Don't worry about it.

Just take down your pants.

Okay.

So I did and this little girl examined my junk and then she dropped her pants and I was not impressed.

(what the hell is there there anyway? I mean there is nothing there?)

I recall saying:

Thank you.

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I narrated this old memory to my son and his wife and my daughter-in-law just laughed and told me that that experience was nothing compared to Seany's experience when he was seven!

WHAT?

WAIT A MINUTE.

I DO NOT WISH TO HEAR ANYTHING MORE REGARDING THIS SUBJECT.

I could not stop laughing but.....

WHAT THE HELL DID I MISS AS A PARENT?

Okay.

That is the end of that.

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My 'Precious' is doing just fine and my 'Precious' is being taken care of by forces beyond my control and My 'Precious' is doing just fine without my prying. Hahhahahah

I have no idea what this all has to do with anything.

But I love these hard working people.

I love them to death.

I their progeny to death.

I JUST LOVE THESE PEOPLE.

Actually I hate this song. hahahahaha

I just had a nice day.

And I love my Precious and my son and his wife. hahahahahah

THAT'S ALL I REALLY GOT!

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