Six degrees of John Boehner

So the guy at the country club wanted to poison John Boehner because the voices in his head told him to do so.

John Boehner is from West Chester, Ohio, a northern suburb of Cincinnati. We lived there a number of years and I was at one of his first neighborhood fundraising meetings when he started his campaign for Congress. That may be my only brush with fame, unless I hear voices that tell me to do something REALLY bad and I guess that brush would be more of infamy.

Enough of that. No wait. This business about voices in people’s heads: Why has no one had voices that say “Send AmeliaJake all of your cookies? or a portion of your fortune?

Now, enough. We had a day in the high 20’s – and maybe it reached 30 degrees, and now it is -2, which is warmer than it was the past mornings. This cold stuff is a problem because it is a tricky thing, sort of the reverse of of Icarus. “Oh, it’s not that cold; I can go out and grab this or that.” I mean maybe in the first seconds it even feels refreshing. And then there you are with your jeans frozen to your legs.