... they keep coming back.

Amazon.com
Bing.com
Duckduckgo.com
Ebay.com

I delete them from my toolbars & pluggins section

and the next day, there they are again.

It's like my own personal game of hide and seek between my computer and me.

I'll figure out how to get rid of them for good someday.

For now, they remain a pain in my rear end.

What do 2 Red Sox starters & me have in common?

All three of us were born on the same date.

Even if I am old enough to be their father.

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I watched a movie last night starring Halle Berry.

She is beautiful and talented.

The shocker for me is finding out she is 55.

Really?

She doesn't look a day over 30.

I think I'll be putting some more of her movies in my queue.

For, um, future admiration.

Passion is a funny thing.

It's normal to look at someone attractive and wonder what it would be like to have sex with them.

But

what isn't easy to explain is the ones that creep into your head.

The ones you have no real interest in.

The ones that one day, for some unexplained reason, suddenly turn you on.

And no matter how you try to convince yourself otherwise make their way into your fantasies.

Example:

A cute blonde where I work.

She is definitely not my type:

Blonde, skinny, bossy.

I kept imagining bending her over her desk and drilling her hard.

Well, she started working from home during the pandemic and I found out she's moved on to another job.

Great, right?

No.

I got a friend request from her on Facebook.

When I looked at her profile, when I saw that pretty face again, I got really turned on.

So now I'm wondering...

should I pursue this?

Is someone the exact opposite of what I want really what I need?

Boy, the mind can be your own worst enemy sometimes.

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At age 20, when this song came out, this young romantic thought the lyrics were so true: How can one possibly live without the one you love?

48 years later and a score of broken hearts endured, I've learned that, sadly, you can.


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I've been talking to dead people lately...

in my dreams.

I don't know if that's trying to tell me something or not.

I also keep dreaming about small towns around me that are empty of people.

Am I, in my late years becoming a psychic?

As always, I'm left wondering what it all means,

if anything.

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The Green Monster in left field at Fenway Park in Boston is a hitter's delight.

A player who consistently hits that wall is called a 'Wallbanger'.

If the Red Sox ever get a player with the first or last name of Harvey who can do the trick,

He will be fondly called a 'Harvey Wallbanger'.

A side plus would be the revival of the 1960s, '70s drink.

It is 10:00pm. I just woke up.

My vertigo has been kicking my ass, so I suppose my body needed to recharge.

I once slept for two days straight when I had a bad case of the flu, so this is nothing.

If you pay attention, your body will tell you what it needs.

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I got mine, how 'bout you?

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I bought a pocket knife last week and decided it was too big.

I bought a smaller one (by 1 1/2" and it is perfect for my pocket.

I know I sound like a fussy beauty queen with her consorts,

but this one is just right.

I should also apologize to 'Goldilocks & the Three Bears'.

Sometimes an analogy just fits, that's all.

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