Bob’s Burgers


Insurrection, impeachment, inauguration and always on a Wednesday. In the last few weeks, we’ve passed through fire, taken out the trash and restored good governance. Hump day has really been the focus of attention so far this year. I wonder what next Wednesday will bring. Yesterday, after the inauguration, we went for a walk. It was supposed to be warm, well, at least it wasn’t too cold. We walked in Forest Park. We parked by Post-Dispatch Lake. Then following the park’s circuitous waterways, clinging to their riparian corridor, we eventually made it to Steinberg rink. Where I fashioned a snowball from its Zamboni scrapings, threw it at Anne, missed her and being the good person that she is did not reciprocate. Then we followed the course of the “new” inner bike loop back to the car. Part of it is new, the part that replaces the part of the loop that use to go through the middle of the golf course. The new part of this loop goes by the central ballfields. Then it joins the remains of the old inner loop that courses by the Jewel Box, upper Muny lot and then drops down to the Boathouse, Post-Dispatch Lake and our car. The inner loop goes on from there, but we didn’t. Not many birds, but enough. Anne filled her quota of species. She likes to count.

Today our dance card is full. Lunch with Bob, followed by Zoom meeting with Corwin, et. al. Aren’t we quite the social butterflies? Bob was in town for business. We met him for burgers. Not Whataburger fare, they are no longer in town, but great shot from the archives, if I do say so myself. Instead, we opted for our go to pandemic fast food purveyor, Barrio, in the De Mun neighborhood. In this serialized portrayal of life, I’ll tell you about it tomorrow. Anyway, the Zoom meeting with the king of cuteness isn’t scheduled until after this post goes to press, so tune in tomorrow for more news of the world. Hear all about it!

On Monday, the county expanded its vaccination program. Later this week, our physicians announced that they would alert us through their My Chart app, when it will be our turn to get the vaccine. They are beginning with patients 75 and older. They also announced that they are now seeing sick patients again. They halted doing this at the start of the pandemic. Like who would want to go to the doctor when your sick? I assume that they feel confident enough to do this, because they have already been vaccinated. We’ll just sit back and wait our turn.


Million MAGAts March – House Fly Variety

OK, Mister President, just pull the lever. There you go. Orange-Orange-Lemon. Oh, you were so close there. You really could have won your whole reelection roulette. Maybe, if you had tried a little harder. Do you have another quarter? It’s like the slots at one of your casinos, everyone’s a winner, except you. How could you the House manage to go bankrupt twice, running a casino? I guess that the odds were against you. This begs the question of how could you lose your reelection? You really are the biggest loser. Yesterday, when your phone call was leaked and we all heard you doing your mafia crime bossing shticks, I had to wonder how many other phone calls have you made like this. I mean even with your rudimentary grasp of reality, you had to realize that only flipping Georgia would not do the whole job for you. Where are the rest of the tapes?

The above photo of fly larvae is courtesy of the zoo. Can you image going to college, getting your degree in zoology and then landing your dream job at the Saint Louis Zoo. Then on your first day on the job, you learn that instead of giraffes, zebras or lions, you will be raising maggots?

I like to drink my coffee as I have always carried my heart, black and bitter. A new scientific study found that people who take their coffee black are more likely to exhibit psychopathic traits though. And people ahead of them in line at Starbucks, who order a quad-shot, non-fat, vanilla soy, extra foam, light whip with caramel drizzle are more likely to be their victims.

Anne watched Elizabeth is Missing on PBS last night and wrote this paragraph. Glenda Jackson plays the role of Maude, who suffers from dementia, and is a handful for her family and friends. Maude’s portrayal by Ms. Jackson was stunning. It was hard for me (Anne) to watch, since there were many similarities between Maude and my mother. Although, I must say that Maude was both more mobile and more advanced in her dementia than my mom. The movie revolves around two mysteries that Maude is trying to figure out with the help of assorted notes and scraps of paper. One is her friend Elizabeth, who goes missing in the present. The other is her older sister, who went missing when Maude was a teen-ager. Since they are mysteries, I won’t reveal any more. When the movie was over, PBS did their usual discussion of how the show was made. An interviewer asked Ms. Jackson, “was it fun getting back on the set after 25 years?” “FUN? Are you kidding me? It is work, just as it always has been!” The look she gave the interviewer was priceless. Now, do I want to read the book?


A Walk in the Park

A Sunday on La Grande Jatte, George Seurat, 1884

Jugglers on hover boards, couples and tweens, these are a few of things that I have seen. We heard dogs bark and birds sing and children feeling sad. I simply remember to think that my life is a walk in the park and then I don’t feel so bad. So many stories, all on display, on a sunny, if not Sunday, afternoon in the park.

The day was breathless and I had brought the drone along with the intent to fly it, even in Forest Park, where regulations and park rangers (sometimes) prohibit this. These so called Regs are listed on the Forest Park Forever website, a charity dedicated to the preservation and maintenance of the park. Even though it is only a nonprofit, I’m sure that it has the full force of the law behind it, except when it doesn’t. Other prohibited activities include running electric scooters on the bike paths. Yeah, right! No swimming in the park. Yeah, Yeah. And no hanging hammocks from the trees in the park. I have seen all these other rules routinely violated, so why not drone flying? Don’t even get me started on cycling laws.

We spent an inordinate amount of time searching for Charles, the Great Horned owl. By now a venerable bird, he is still kicking and a Facebook friend who still tracks him had recently posted pics. His habit is to find a single tree every year, always an evergreen and roost there routinely day-after-day. We never did find Charles, but we did find two Great Blue Herons, who roosted in its vicinity and had chosen to hang with a known predator, rather than the throng of humans who had invaded the park below. At times the park felt as packed as Seurat’s painting. That was Saturday, today Sunday looks to be even finer, but I’ll schedule this to post, before we go out today. So, stay tuned for more to come.