Mild Rants

 A digitally restored Charlie Chaplin silent film reminded one of the calamitous state of USA politics.  The scene was three guys stuck together in cabin located in Alaska Gold Rush Era. Two of the guys fighting over a gun managed to continuously point the rifle at the other guy. Three guesses on the higher up who symbolizes the gun pointing.  I am certain Scottish female Suzanne Kelly would be able to produce copious Trump bashing metaphors after viewing the silent comedy/drama.  Baltimore newspaper man Richard E. Vatz tries to remain neutral and objective, but finds that is impossible after enumerating multiple instances of our chief executives deranged mindset. I believe Richard soundly refutes the fools who believe COVID deaths are COMPLETELY our beloved leader's fault. 

Still trying to figure out how NDMA Zantac(Heartburn drug) negligence network advertisement interrupted this nostalgic Western involving an Italian Tailor played by Danny Thomas and a loose canon trail rider played by James Coburn.  Danny Thomas versus James Coburn in duel. Grape picker tailor  trail riders hands driver  son became a trail hand . Two bullets. Bronson cowered in duel with Thomas. Seth Robson lawyer. Trail riders disrupting until another cattle drive. Cards gambling saloon. Gino Pelleti wins the duel with cowering character played by "tough guy" Coburn cowers in the dirt begging for his life. Trail riders destroy fabric Fire tear provoke a duel Son fights trail riders bobcat  father concerned loss of honor/respect from his son. Trail riders rob drunks  for cash and then gamble away their winnings in Saloon. Tailor make a Black suit for his own funeral, but town lawyer Robson creates rules where each guy has only two bullets in his gun. 

How many of you grew up in Odessa Texas back in 60?. Yep Mojo Land, the meteor crater which 5% of the oilfield worker population is aware of, AND Manuel's Mexican food over on 2nd street with the cliff ocean view of giant Marlin jumping out of the ocean water with a diver half way down plummeting toward the water surface. When dad was home from work early and Mom didn't feel like cooking, that is where our family dined! Friendly and attractive waitresses who did not mind my weak attempts at speaking Spanish thanks to Nimitz Junior School teacher named Hawkins. She was a good bowler that we would see at Busby bowling lanes occasionally. I wanted bus boy Bill Cameron to know I remember him. He seemed like a grown man to me at the time, but he probably was a High School kid earning some extra money to spend in college where he said he was going to study engineering. Me and my little brother liked him because he was respectful and did not treat us like kids. Yes Mr Cameron, tho...