Okay, a few days ago I WROTE a little post about heading back into The Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse . . . and I sort of got on my old theme of HOW I CANNOT STAND THAT MAN (JB) and then I clicked on a news page and saw that his mother had died at 92. I felt bad – not tacky and insensitive because I really didn’t know about her death, but groany kind of bad anyway. So, I still can’t stand that man, but I do regret the timing. Especially since I was going to write about going into the PBC&R and finding they had rented the place out for a Joe Biden Townhall Meeting sort of thing – I don’t know, something about needing to rev up the place since I had left them in the lurch. That would have been tacky. Elmer tried to help by suggesting we put black bunting around the I Can’t Stand Joe Biden poster, but I didn’t think that would cut it. Oops, did I fall a bit into my little scenario of Joe Biden and the cafe? I just sort of tripped a little, okay.
I suppose I need a moratorium. Thirty days?
fifteen. Thirty is just asking to much of a person.