Good afternoon Stroock's Books commune.
We had literally nothing to say this morning, so we thought we'd wait until we did have something to say. We still don't, not really. But while many find blogging a chore, we find blogging a hard habit to break. Will we really stop blogging at post 5000? That's just 72 posts from now. Who can say? It is beyond even our ability to predict. And we are indeed wise. But we can say that we are a writer, and writers write. That's just how we do.
[When he starts talking like he's an extra in The Wire, you're in for a bad show, reader(s) Ed]
Really? I always thought the bad show was coming when I get that flippant, undergrad tone, like the paragraph above.
Forty billion. They came up with forty billion quid for Ukraine like that [snaps fingers]. Remember how hard it was for Mitch to get money for a border wall? The GOP elite hates you. Remember that. Where does the 'U' in NATO go?
We assure Stroock's Books reader(s), this News 12NJ poll on 'paid menstrual leave' is no joke. We have a proposal of our own, paid masturbatory leave for men. That would come with a company subsidy, folks. Why not? These people think they should be able to vote. Astounding.
We find ourselves now daily toying with the idea of leaving New Jersey for points....south and west. We're particularly fond of the idea of returning to our ancestral home, Livermore, Kentucky. Our maternal grandparents are buried there. Google Earth it. It's a small southern town 15 minutes south of Owensboro*, where nothing much has ever happened.
In all honesty we can't leave the Garden State. We have roots here. Family. There's the Berkshires lake house. And we just secured a second week on LBI this year. Which is nice. Still....
On the writing front...We've got US NAVY PBRs creeping through the Okefenokee swamp searching for swamp dwelling separatists.
A merchant convoy will definitely be one of the plots in World War 1990: Battle of the GIUK Gap. How to get the 'Roll Convoy' feel? Operation Red Ball? We'd probably bring back USS Stirling. Remember her? And another piece of the puzzle falls into place.
*Pronounced Owensbura. And I know how to say 'Louisville', though not as a native. One must needs be born to it.
I invite u down to Tennessee no state income tax as for the convoy you a Smokey and Bandit theme going on
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