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| Happy Birthday, DJ from Grandma Huggs |
Hey gang!
First off, Happy Birthday to all
my Leos! This for the ones in the family…
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Grandma – July 30th
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My nephew, Danny, Jr. aka DJ – Aug. 1st
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My younger stepbrother, Clovis aka Coco – Aug.2nd
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My wife, Savadra and Brother , Danny, Sr. – Aug.
19th
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My nephew, Elijah – Aug. 20th
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My cousin, Qiana aka Q – Aug.21st
If you’re a regular, you know
that I was in my homeland of Connecticut to see my oldest graduate from the University
of Connecticut (UConn). When I got back I got a traffic ticket! Today was the
day for me to “pay the piper” (read: court date).
What an adventure!
I had to take a bus ($5) to a
train ($11) to a trolley ($5) to another bus ($5.50) to the tune of $26.50 total. I bought all day passes in each
case for the convenience and cost effectiveness (read: cheaper) and no one even checked to see if I paid for the tickets on the train and the trolley! Not only that, but I missed work ($, does that matter?) due to this.
Plus the traffic ticket cost me $600, which they want in 30 days!
Crime don’t Pay!
I’m riding on of the buses and
some “mentally challenged” guy is reading the newspaper aloud. No problem there.
Here are the problems, though:
1. Anytime
he messes up on a word, he repeats the whole sentence over
2. He’s
reading aloud
3. He’s
doing two voices to differentiate
between who’s asking the questions and who’s answering the questions in the interview
4. He’s
reading aloud
5. When
he did get to a different article,
he sounded like a robot
6. He’s
reading aloud
7. I
have to pay a $600 ticket in 30 days
8. My
phone battery is almost dead, so I had it off. I just put new music in it, to
listen to, the night before
I see an Asian family and they had their little boy , about
6 years young, wearing some DAMN CROCS! Really? Why are those shoes legal? I
had to laugh at that. In this case, you’re welcome to call me judgmental. I don’t
care.
After getting off that bus, I had to wait for the trolley.
At the station, there’s some women screaming her head off. From what I saw, she
would get into the back seat of this one particular car that looked like her
ride but when she would get in the car she would just SCREAM…then she would get
out of the car…get herself together..get back in…scream..repeat. I paid
attention to this for about 3 minutes. My trolley came by this time.
On the trolley there is an older white man sitting with a
younger, by maybe 10 years, black man. No problem there. They look like they’re
business colleagues. The old man is on a cell phone yelling into it. He’s
complaining about the phone, to whoever is on it, aloud. Here’s the kicker. The
phone is up to his ear and he has the volume loud as hell on SPEAKERPHONE!
Meanwhile, the black man is instructing him on how to use the phone the whole
time this is going on. He just wouldn’t
listen.
Damn!
To me, I always look for a silver
lining when a string of “bad” things happen. There’s always a balance if you’re
willing to look for, and accept, that there is one. What was mine? I met two
clowns. “Clowns?” you ask. Yep! I literally met two women dressed as clowns
waiting for the train back.
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| Fargo and Grandma Huggs |
It’s National Clown Week (August
1st - 7th) and these women were on their way to perform for the
local elderly. I took pictures and sat and talked with them on the train. I’m
sure it was a sight to see. Imagine seeing a black man with a “hoody”
sweatshirt having a serious conversation with a couple of clowns. I know if it WASN’T me I would be looking at the
situation.
You can learn a lot from a clown.
True story.
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I learned that there are clown courses at a local
college. The course teaches Make Up, Theory, History and Juggling to name a
few.
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Their names were Grandma Huggs and Fargo
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Fargo is going to be 89 years young and JUST got her first ticket of ANY kind last week!
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Fargo has more clown aliases
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Grandma Huggs sits on a Board of Directors for a
local foundation dealing with Lupus
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Volunteering is VERY rewarding
Here are a few shots from the first train:
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