I should go to bed early tonight, which means before two a.m., but here I have had a very special friend helping me to get this Blog business all straightened out, so I am going to write a few lines and see what happens. Henry thinks (and I hope he is wrong, wrong, wrong...) that I am getting forgetful and must have registed a Domain Name with Enon. Wow. I sat in deep thought for fifteen and a half minutes the other night and still could not recall any outfit with that name. GoDaddy yes, but Enon, NO NO NO.
Good night, Henry. Let me post this to the old Site and see what happens, as that is all that is listed here, isn't it?
Okay, I can see that I am now at www.yeoldecodger.blogspot.com.
However, I don't know how I got changed around to that or when. It must have been when I pout that cockroach up. Just for the hell of it, I am going to put it back and see if my address moves at all. Hey, cockroach, come back here!
Wow. As they say in Italian, "Dat'sa nice!. There's that cocka-roach. Dat castro fella, he'sa bigga cocka-roach." We had a lot of Italian immigrants in our neighborhood when I was a kid, and we even had one heck of a strong kid who was in Mussolini's youth corps.
I'll tell you this, in New Jersey in the 30s, we never met anyone from Mexico, and the only one I ever heard about was the one who painted a mural for Rockefeller in New York, Diego Rivera, and they covered it over because he loaded it with Communist figures.
If that roach, not the puffing kind, is still up on Monday, I am going to send a hug through the ethernet to Henry Gomez.
Wait until you all see the next cockroach.