And oh yes, this bike will be mine. Sooner or later.

First need to work out her sleeping quarters with the landlord. I mean, who would make a 865cc Triumph Bonneville Black languish in the elements? That’s just straight up hating.

Left for work this morning and discovered a For Sale sign on the front lawn. The following thoughts flashed through my mind:

1) Denial: There is no sign. I’m still drunk from the night before.

2) Anger: Damn landlord! He mentioned nothing of bailing the last time we spoke.

3) Bargaining: Maybe the new owner won’t raise the rent or boot me.

4) Sorrow: After living here for seven years, I’ll miss the apartment.

5) Acceptance: Oh well, maybe it’s time to move into another place anyway. It was a good run, but now it’s over.

Shortly after step five, I left a message for the landlord, inquiring about the sign. He called back two hours later.

The place is not for sale. Some kids removed the sign from another house and planted it in the yard as a joke.

Oh, the humanity.

When a pup’s birth mother said no, this cat said, “yes!”

Full story at: ap.com

Like a lot of NJ residents, revelations of government waste and corruption are second hand news to me. Every other day there’s some agency spending money it doesn’t have. Today’s piece on foxnews.com is typical:

“CAMDEN, N.J.  —  Talk about lying down on the job!

A recent audit of cash-strapped Camden, N.J. school district’s finances found it was paying an employee $130,000 annually — and he’s been dead for more than three decades.”

Well, mom always said, finish your education, because you never know when it might pay off. I guess in many states citizens might rail at this sort of abuse of public monies. In New Jersey, we ask ourselves, how can we get that gig?

Incidentally, Camden is also where three children disappeared a few years ago, only to be found by police three days later dead in a locked car trunk in their own backyard.

Just can’t make this stuff up.