Thursday is golf day, as readers know. We were out early this morning. In addition to the usual suspects, Aiden came along. The weather was hot and really humid. We've had rain the past few evenings and heat and wet grass make an uncomfortable combination. Aiden was a trooper though. We called his dad on the 16th hole to give a progress report and his dad asked if he was getting tired of golf yet? The kid said, and I am not making this up, "I was tired of it a long time ago." And yet, when we were done, he asked if we could play some more. We had lunch with the Seafood King and Some Guy Named Bob and then came home and watched the movie The Sandlot. One of us tried to take a nap on the couch and the other kept saying, "Grandpa, wake up." A fun time was had by all, though. While were having a bite to eat tonight, I was noticing the large number of people at the bus stop in front of the restaurant. It was raining. Public transportation in Hooterville is not like the places you all live. People who ride the bus in Hooterville do it as a last resort. Poor people ride the bus and that is about it. I'm always amazed by the general public's grumbling about operating the bus system. For the people who ride the bus here, it is a life-saver. Our civic duty is to provide a minimal level of support to everyone and the bus is a part of that. Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong, sometimes just full of it, but always judgmental and cranky