This is what other people are doing this weekend while I am at home spraying for ants in the kitchen:
1. In Wilkes Barre, old Mr. Peanut met up with new Mr. Peanut at the unveiling of a historical marker that marked his birthplace. You remembered that, didn't you? I have no idea where they might have put a plaque because there is even less of the building left than when I took these pictures a year ago. News delivered courtesy off Mr. I Remember Everything, who helped me visualize my own long-lost plastic Mr. Peanut whistle, given to my by the actual Mr. Peanut himself (the old one) as he strolled around Public Square passing out little bags of hot peanuts for free.
2. In San Diego, my son went to the Red Bull Air race. Who even knew there was such a thing? I didn't quite get it when he was describing it to me or when he said that the planes were 100 feet right over his head. The thing that impressed him the most was a close up view of contrails forming at the wing tips of those little super-souped up propeller planes from the high speeds. Now that I've looked at a few YouTubes about it, I have to say that sure beats sitting on the deck waiting for an Airbus A320 to come into view. Also, a barrel-rolling, back-flipping helicopter warmed up the crowd for the main event.
3. Back to Wilkes-Barre, where Mr. Sami has dragooned our daughter, the only physically fit family member in this time zone, into service to help him install carpeting in the old house. It's the last task left to be done there and then the re-hab will be complete.
4. Hillary Clinton is making the rounds of the Sunday talk shows this week. I have to say that her tactic of wearing matching earrings and necklaces of a flashy nature is working on me and I might take her seriously if she promises to continue doing so when she is in office. She'll really do what she promises, right? Better to buy that one than the feculence that is her universal health care plan. She is on Meet the Press right now and appears to have a herpes outbreak, unless that is her mustache. No wonder she's taken to the Wilma Flintstone jewelry to draw attention away from that - universal electrolysis for every American.