Mr. Popularity

For the life of me, I can’t explain it. But in the past few days, my Twitter account has grown from 4500 followers to over 5000.

Most of the new followers are in other language: Arabic. I can’t keep track of them all and follow them all back, because I don’t know what they’re saying without Google Translate. 

I also should note that once you cross 4545 followers, Twitter allows you to follow more than 5000 accounts, equal to 110 percent of the followers you have. For example, if you have 5000 followers, you’re allowed to follow 5500 accounts. 

Please don’t get me wrong. I appreciate the following. I just hope it’s the right kind of following. 

London, Again

Another week, another act of terror.

But this time, the script is a little different. This time, it was Muslims who were victimized. As of the time I write this on Monday morning, who perpetrated the deed t Finsbury Park is unclear, and has even yet to be released to the media. (Monday afternoon, local police finally get around to that: the accused is Darren Osborne, 47, from Cardiff, Wales.)

Was this an attack on Muslims by some other religion, or by a Caucasian extremist? (It turned out to be a white man with four kids, the accused and afore mentioned Mr. Osborne.) And how will that change things, if anything?

Not much we can do but watch things unfold. I personally condemn ALL forms of terrorism, no matter who does what to who. This has got to stop.

General Stonewall Sessions


(NOTE: I originally wrote this before the attack that took place in Alexandria, Va. Wednesday morning. With the exception of changing dating, I’ve left this article as it is.)

A week ago, I had mentioned that I didn’t think James Comey proved his case against President Trump. On this past Tuesday, and with much network ballyhoo, Attorney General Jeff Sessions testified before the same Senate committee.

Whatever momentum the Trump presidency gained might have been lost, as I didn’t think Mr. Sessions did all that well.

What irked me was this use of “confidentiality” of conversations between President Trump and his charges, like Sessions. The way I understand executive privilege, you either have to use it, or you don’t use it. Several Trump employees (Sessions, Dan Coats, Mike Rogers) have attempted this claim of confidentiality as a way to reserve the right of the President to use executive privilege later on.

Isn’t that contempt of Congress?

I’m surprised the Democrats made no efforts to compel Sessions to answer the questions they posed, but with a Republican majority, they probably thought the efforts would be fruitless.

As for Trump, it seems to me that they want this “cloud” over their heads, and merely act like they don’t. It’ll be up to all of us to figure out why.

Flashback: “Popcorn” by Herb Alpert And The Tijuana Brass

Whoever the person who picks out the music for Better Call Saul is, ask for a raise.

Popcorn is an instrumental that’s been covered scores of times, including the most famous version performed by Hot Butter in 1972, reaching #9 on the Billboard charts.

But the Herb Alpert version has a bit going for it, too. Surprised it wasn’t a hit.


I was going to critique the Jeff Sessions hearing from Tuesday today. Events that took place yesterday changed that, I’ll get back to that Monday.

I’m sure by now most of you know the details of the shooting at a baseball field in Virginia. I first heard about it reading Facebook a little after 8am. When these things happen, if you have time, you turn the news on, and you get the updated info as it comes in. 

Remember I said last year that because of the high charged political atmosphere? I was afraid of a incident political in its nature. Sure enough, it happens. 

Kudos to the police detail that acted so quickly. If not for them, it may have been a much more of a disastrous incident. 

Does the ordinary Joe need an AK-47? I don’t think so. Hopefully, yesterday will serve as a wake up call that before we are Democratic and Republicans, we are Americans. Somehow, we forgot that somewhere on the way to here. 

Let’s See Three

I can remember the day I did this, only because I heard someone threw a no-hitter (Matt Young) and lost: April 12, 1992. On that day, I went to see three Florida State League games in one day.

Before we had the Devil Rays, and later the Rays, if you wanted to see baseball in the Tampa Bay area, you went to see minor league games. Several cities in my area had teams back then: Clearwater, Dunedin, St. Petersburg, Tampa, Lakeland, and Sarasota. St. Petersburg would lose their team when the Devil Rays came to be, but all of the other teams are still around, hoping you can catch some FSL ball.

I drove from my home in Largo to catch a 2pm Clearwater Phillies game, as they played the Osceola Astros. From there, I drove down US 19 (long before it became the highway without traffic lights it is now down to Pinellas Park), hung a left on Central Avenue and entered Al Lang Field to watch a St. Pete Cardinals doubleheader with the Charlotte Rangers that began at 5pm, making it there about 5:30pm.

In minor league baseball, doubleheader games only go seven innings. The first Rangers-Cards game goes the distance, but the second game would go on and on into the night, tied after inning after inning, but I stayed and watch the game to it’s finish.

In the FSL, they used the designated hitter the American League uses, so pitchers don’t usually hit. But, the DH can go into the field and play a position, but in doing so, a team loses the “privilege” of having a designated hitter and the pitcher has to bat. This would happen to the Cardinals as the attrition of an extra-inning game takes its toll around the 14th or 15th inning or so.

The game would go 16 innings before the Cards finally won it. For hanging in there and watching the game conclude, the Cardinals handed me tickets to an upcoming game. Work would keep me from going to that game, so I gave the tickets to my mother who worked at Largo Medical Center. I’d figure she’d give the tickets to someone deserving of them.

By the time I made it home, it was almost 1am in the morning. Needless to say, I never tried to go see three games again.