Downtown today instead of the Mall. Have to balance out my visits to economically blasted districts. But I went to Home Depot later in the day, and I had trouble finding a parking spot. On a Tuesday afternoon.

Needed to get some weed killer, because I have spurge galore. This time I noticed that they’ve new plexiglass barriers up at the cashiers stands, so everything looks like is a crime-ridden convenience store. But the fellow standing at the self-checkout area directing traffic - no mask!!!! - doesn’t disinfect it between customers. So I just walked out right there.

Kidding. I used it, then disinfected my hands from the vial of Life-Sustaining Ichor I carry around at all times.

There is a difference between believing that you think everyone has it, and acting as if everyone might. The second allows for a reasonable degree of freedom and peace of mind; the second keeps you at home making your own bleach-wipes out of old socks, so you can scrub the mailbox.

Eighty-one percent of Minnesota Wuhan Virus deaths have been in nursing homes.

That's why I do not scrub the mailbox.

By the way:

Despite the devastating death toll, Minnesota nursing homes are still being allowed by state regulators to admit coronavirus patients who have been discharged from hospitals.

Early in the pandemic, the Minnesota Department of Health turned to nursing homes and other long-term care facilities to relieve the burden on hospitals that were at risk of being overwhelmed by COVID-19 patients. Minnesota hospitals have since discharged dozens of infected patients to nursing homes, including facilities that have undergone large and deadly outbreaks of the disease, state records show.

What I want to know is whether the hospitals were overwhelmed. I don't believe so. If that's the case, then they put them there in case there was future overwhelmage.

I think this will be regarded with astonishment in the future accounts of this episode.

Anyway. (Well, not anyway, since there's more of this below, but also clippings and 1930s cigarette ads!) A day with a morose start that got better and happier. Best part: Daughter's relearning how to drive,so we took a long spin. She does very well and likes it.

It's freedom. She has literally been living in her parents' basement, as the cliche goes, and to take the wheel, head out, navigate the roundabouts, gain skills and confidence? No better way to end a day in May.











I hate to keep bringing other people's tweets to your attention, but if we're going to have the entire media plugged into this playform 24/7, banging out dire shrieks and bilious bleats of despair and anger, it pays to see what's being said.

Nearly all the famous people who use the platform have been a disappointment. The people I've never met who seem calm and empirical and evidence-based and hesitant to make sweeping statements are the most interesting reads, along with the bubble-prickers and grade-A flamethrowers, if they have wit.

Anyway, let's see what got screencapped and stored on my phone this week.


It’s time to play “spot the false premise.”

I heart our friend Claire (whose birthday is today!) but this isn’t the most honest way to describe the split. The latter group is not worried about dying because the economy has been unplugged for a decade.

They are worried that they’ll be poor and their community will be poor and there will be no jobs and few stores and a handful of restaurants, and everything will be markedly worse for everyone - except a handful who sailed through without a scratch.


This is a legitimate fear. You can say that she’s exaggerating both positions for effect - fine. That means that the two camps are those who are concerned about Wuhan Virus and those who are concerned about the economy.

The problem is the group whose concerned about the Wuhan Virus - I’m sorry, COVID-19, we have to be scientifically accurate, because if I went off about the Wet Market Fungoo or the Wuhan Fluhan no one would know what the hell I was talking about.

Maybe we should call it Product 19, since it was a product of the lab, right?

Anyway, the concerned group, the strongly-don’t-want-to-die group, tends toward absolutism and catastrophism: going out is literally death. It’s like saying the latter group believes that restricting business hours by 90 minutes a day unquestionably leads to a Great Depression.

Therefore no, we are not effed, and it is not a good sign to wallow in the conviction that we are.


Someone made the mistake of endorsing someone else leaving the house.

Going fishing spreads Product-19.

  A Michigan drive-in opened, and the comments were full of people furious that they were allowing people to sit in their cars in an open field. One twitterer didn’t buy the owners’ insistence that they needed to “make money.”

He is no doubt well aware of their financial particulars. Do you get the idea that if this person had the power, he would forbid people from sitting in their cars in an open field? When one person challenged the restrictions, someone spat back with the accusation that they’d spread it when they went to use the bathroom.

So going to the drive-in spreads Product-19.


Can you believe it? This is New York, not Methville NC!

I agree with the sentiment, but you get the feeling that in New York "right wing" and "backwater" is redundant.



I was on a a Reddit thread about Elk River - a distant exurb - opening up sooner than Karenism would permit. Someone asked why it was fair to let the Big Box stores open, but not the smaller stores. Replies:

The overall argument is that it's "not fair" sounds like a child that can't leave the table until they finish their broccoli. Maybe the adults in the room will remind the children that sometimes we have to do things that are good for us, even if we don't like them. Eat your broccoli, Elk River.

Punishment must be levied:

The main issue which these dipshits don't understand is that it's not that they "don't care if they get sick" it's the fact that they will spread it to others. But their ultra-conservative "non city" ways prevent that forethought because they're too selfish and worried about themselves and "muh freedoms”.

Reminder that you can safely ignore anyone who uses "muh" to disparage anything someone else believes. Continuing on:

So, now, they'll get sick, overwhelm the hospitals, using up all the supplies to help them survive, all while not taking preventive measures such as wearing a mask to communal places like grocery stores where we all NEED to go and infect everyone else. The people who weren't fucking idiots like them and stayed home or took precautions will be left with nothing to help save us or our loved ones because those shitblasters became nothing more than disease dispersal devices.

These fucking dipshits need to be remembered. Their actions can not go unpunished.

The satisfaction these people have in being absolutely correct is, alas, tempered by their inability to start the punishment now, or at least for God's sake start talking about how and when we're going to do it.


  It’s amazing how issues, once settled by the smart and proper people, aren’t accepted by the hoi polloi.

I’ll take that one, Champ. Given that many folks wiould probably label Free Speech "propaganda" if they didn’t agree with it, I’m going to go with Freedom of Speech.

In fact I’ll always go with that.

BTW: Tim Wu is an American attorney, professor at Columbia Law School, and contributing opinion writer for The New York Times, according to wiki.

The tweet above seems to be deleted - maybe he was making a point and we misunderstood him! But this one remains.

  It’s amazing how issues, once settled by the smart and proper people, aren’t accepted by the hoi polloi.

But still they persist! I mean, there it is, Plessy v Ferguson. Settled! And still people felt they had to fight the issue some more. Crackpots!





It's 1963.

What a boxy, ugly page:

"Why would we need more pictures? What good would that do?"


“A little later, he said jets” - that’s how you get people to read the jump. I’ll quote:

“They started attacking a nearby hill. They strafed and dropped napalm bombs.

"At first I thought it was an interesting show and I enjoyed it,” the soldier told newsmen.

He started to worry when the shells got rather close. He got really worried when tanks showed up and started firing at him.

Wonder what became of him.

  Yeah, about that. Now that the unpleasantness of the Bay of Pigs and Missile Crisis was behind us, why not chat? He said he could offer payment for the things he’d expropriated, which of course he didn’t. Sen. Hubert “H” Humphrey responded to the interview by saying forget it, pal, as long as you got Rooskies on your island.


Her mentions online seem to be entirely about this, with little details.

The church is still there. The church is always still there, 99 times out of 100.

“Genial Ed Sullivan.” Not the same one.

Columns like these are harder than they look. You have come up with yards of stuff, every day.

George Cerutti, according to this book on jazz in the Bay Area in the 60s, played accordion and pianos and did the Jack LaLanne show. So he was probably heard nationwide. That gig brought him the widest audience of his life, perhaps.

The era of clubs for Grownups.

The Trident appears to be the only one still around. I wonder how many people who visit know who played there. The Peanuts Music Guy!

That’s quite a snapshot of the times, eh?

Something more than a farmer, although there’s nothing wrong with being a farmer, period.

Roswell "Bob" Garst (June 13, 1898 – November 4, 1977) was an American farmer and seed company executive. He developed hybrid corn seed in 1930 that allowed greater crop yields than open-pollinated corn. He was perhaps most well known for hosting Nikita Khrushchev on his farm in Coon Rapids, Iowa, on September 23, 1959. He sold hybrid seed to the Soviet Union beginning in 1955 and played a role in improving US-Soviet communication.

Frisco gotta Frisc:


Hit by a car at the age of 90. Interesting article.

The club has its own wikipedia page.


Some things never change.

The Kroegers? The Kroegers.

Iva Kroeger was a housewife with dreams of owning her own business, and took over her friend Mildred Arneson's motel in Santa Rosa, California. Iva murdered Mildred and buried the body in her basement, then claimed Mildred moved to Brazil and left her the motel. Shortly afterward, she also murdered Mildred's husband, Jay. Iva and her husband Ralph, whose role in the murders is unknown, were both convicted of first degree murder. Ralph died in prison, and Iva was released after serving 13 years.

A line in the original indictment:

The Kroegers, like Mr. Arneson, were Rosicrucians.

Oh yes, any day now, the USSR will be forced to change.




“Almost everybody has a secret hankering to lead an orchestra.”


I remember Cappy Dick! It ran in the Sunday paper.

The artist, Rick Yager, was also known for a little thing called “Buck Rogers.”


That'll do! See you around.



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