CUSTOMER SERVICE

Wow! I'm blown away by the excellent customer service that I received this afternoon. After many years of interacting with indifferent workers at various stores, I finally found a place where I was greeted by a happy employee who was knowledgeable and enthusiastic about their products. It went something like this:

Employee: Good afternoon and welcome!

Me: Thank you.

Employee: How may I help you?

Me: I'm looking for a birthday present for a buddy of mine. He's a big fan of your store.

Employee: Wonderful! I probably know him. What's his name?

Me: John Smith*.

* Not his real name.

Employee: Yes, I know John real well and I know just what he would like. Here are a few things that would be perfect for his birthday.

Me: Wow! You really know your products and customers.

Employee: I do my best.

Me: Help me out. Which of these would you recommend?

Employee: This one for sure! Plus, it's 25% off today.

Before I left the store, this amazing employee took the time to ask me my name and where I lived.

All in all, it was refreshing to interact with someone so friendly and courteous who not only knew their products but was enthusiastic about them. Strangely enough, I left happier than when I arrived.

So, if you are looking for a pleasant, friendly shopping experience, do what I did - shop at a marijuana store.

Readers, enjoy your day.

HALLMARK CHRISTMAS MOVIES

Hallmark Christmas Movies are a lot like re-runs of Mister Ed - incredibly schlocky but people watch them anyway. The plots are all basically the same. Boy/girl has girl/boy friend; said boy/girl friend is o.k. but is not "the one". Along comes "the one" - a cousin/brother/co-worker, etc. of the girl/boy friend and things happen, and voila! a Christmas romance with, of course, "the one".

Awwwwwwww. Pass the tissues.

Take a guess at how many Hallmark Christmas movies have been filmed?

According to IMDb - 174. Do you realize that that's slightly more than all the "Rocky" and "Rambo" films combined?

In perusing the list of Hallmark Christmas movies there are an extensive number that fall into the "A ________ for Christmas" genre. These include*:

A Boyfriend for Christmas
A Wish for Christmas
A Crown for Christmas
A Bride for Christmas
A Family for Christmas
A Grandpa for Christmas
A Song for Christmas

* This is an actual list.

Beyond these movie titles we should also take note of the characters in the Hallmark Christmas Movies. The men are handsome but never overly sexy (and they have good jobs) and the women are all pretty and generally blonde but not blonde enough to be hampered by blonde stereotypes (and they have good jobs).

The interesting part is "good jobs". I suppose that it creates greater audience appeal among viewers who also have good jobs...

...and can afford a $7.50 Hallmark Christmas card.

Readers, enjoy your holidays.

HUGHES RUDD

Both of my readers may have never heard of Hughes Rudd. Here is a brief bio from Wikipedia:

Hughes Day Rudd was a television journalist and CBS News correspondent. Rudd was known for his folksy style, gravelly voice, and unimposing sense of humor, often ending his newscasts with human interest stories that sometimes made him break into a chuckle on camera.

I always enjoyed his home spun wisdom and style of reporting the news. On occasion he would tell a joke, one of which I have never forgotten. The timing of the joke during mid-term elections seems appropriate.

The joke goes something like this:

A U.S. politician running for office takes some time to visit a Native American reservation in the Southwest U.S. He talks to the chief and asks permission to speak to the whole tribe. The chief agrees and assembles the tribe. The politician stands in front of the tribe and begins his election pitch:

"If elected I will insure that all Native Americans receive free college tuition."

The tribe responds with excited chants of "ooom-galla-galla, ooom-galla-galla".

Feeling emboldened by this reaction, the politician continues:

"If elected I will insure that all Native Americans will receive adequate
compensation for past broken treaties."

The tribe again responds with excited chants of "ooom-galla-galla, ooom-galla-galla".

Feeling that he has the tribe in the palm of his hand the politician now states:

"If elected all Native Americans will receive free health care."

The tribe, whipped up into a frenzy, responds with more excited chants of "ooom-galla-galla, ooom-galla-galla".

After the politician's speech to the tribe, the chief asked the politician to come and view the tribe's very successful cattle operation. Both he and the chief walked through a wide field where the chief showed the politician the many hundreds of cattle that the tribe used to sustain their existence. The politician was absolutely blown away by this and asked the chief many questions about the business end of the tribe's cattle enterprise.

The chief, noticing that the politician was not looking where he was walking, turned to him and said:

"Be careful - don't step in the ooom-galla-galla."

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(Please vote in the mid-term elections. That's no ooom-galla-galla.)

Readers, enjoy your day.

FAILURE

I'm devastated.

It happened two days ago. It was a day that I will never forget - June 3rd, 2018.

Remember that date. It is a date that will live in infamy. It was the date of my greatest failure.

All my life I have wanted to complete a full marathon - all 26.2 miles. I have trained for one numerous times and each time I have sustained injuries which have prevented my participation in this coveted event. Instead, I have been a spectator, watching with envy as those whose bodies were much more forgiving than mine were able to complete this grueling event.

It has taken me many years to finally uncover the issue that has inhibited me from finishing a marathon. Realistically, the problem was staring me right in the face.

The problem was training.

Logically, if one is getting injured during training thus keeping them from competing, the answer to this problem is to not train at all. That should at very least get one to the start line and, with some good fortune, to the finish line. To that end, this year at age 69 may be my last chance given the reality of the onslaught of old age "stuff".

So I chose the North Olympic Discovery Marathon to be my last shot at this coveted prize. The race runs from Blyn, Washington to Port Angeles, Washington along the Olympic Discovery Trail.

So, with a minimal training regimen which involved walking Scooter around the block twice a day plus one trip to the mailbox (not including Sundays and holidays) I found myself at the start line of my event with two goals in mind:

1. To finish the event.
2. To finish dead last.

As I went past the starting line at 6:00 a.m. on June 3rd, I witnessed the procession of people around me promptly leaving me in the dust. By mile three the pack of runners, walkers and wanna-be's like me was gone and nowhere to be seen. Looking behind me I could see no one. My last place victory was in my clutches - all I had to do was finish. That was easier said than done.

Mile 8 brought on self-doubt (I'll call the wife to come pick me up)
Mile 13 brought on frustration (I'm not even halfway there)
Mile 18 brought on amazement (I've daydreamed past the last 2 miles)
Mile 22 brought on hope (I might just do this)
Mile 25 brought on happiness (The wife called me. In tears I proclaimed "Honey, I'm going to do this!")
Mile 26 brought on severe soreness in all parts of my aging body
The finish line brought on relief and the realization that I had met both of my goals - finishing and finishing dead last.

7 hours, 53 minutes and 45 seconds

Victory was mine.

As I was quaffing a beer at the finish line and talking with the race director I peered at the finish line relishing the incredible feeling of completing the event that had eluded me for many years. In the distance I saw two figures approaching.

It can't be! I've failed miserably - I didn't finish last.

Failure is a tough thing to face.

Readers, enjoy your day.

STEPPING BACK

While in Denver last August I had a wonderful lunch with two good friends with whom I had worked for many years. We talked and bitched about everything. One subject that came up was that of personal technology - cell phones, Smartphones and so on. I confessed that I had tired of my Smartphone which beeped me incessantly with reminders, texts and alerts. In short, I felt as if I had become technology's slave, dancing to the tune of a tech device which I had come to loathe. In effect, my Smartphone had become my own personal albatross hanging around my neck. Almost on cue, my two friends pulled their phones out of their pockets and revealed two relics of the past - flip phones. They proceeded to tell me how, when they want to contact someone, they call and talk to them. And when they want information of any kind, they ask someone or "look it up". I was very taken by their well-reasoned albeit backward look at technology.

Thus, upon returning home, I made a beeline to the cell phone store to check out what they had to offer in simple flip phones. Truthfully, it wasn't much; the salesman declaring "nobody uses these any more". Despite his consternation, I selected the one remaining flip phone that they had and proudly proclaimed myself free of the annoyances of Smartphones.

I became quite a celebrity around town. People marveled at the last human on earth with a flip phone. I was happy to entertain them while proclaiming my technological freedom:

"Free at last, free at last..."

That changed last week.

I was in a rush to get to Seattle and needed directions quickly. Problem: no smart phone. I needed to check the ferry schedule. Problem: no smart phone. I needed to check traffic. Problem: no smart phone. Needed to get a Uber cab. Problem: no smart phone.

Much as I had done last August, when I returned from Seattle I made another beeline to the cell phone store and, with tail tucked firmly between my legs, I again embraced the technological albatross that I had discarded only 6 months ago.

If there's a lesson to be learned here it's that it's very difficult to turn back the clock and darn near impossible to halt progress.

"Ring, ring. Beep, beep. Chirp, chirp"

You'll have to excuse me. The albatross requires my undivided attention.

Readers, enjoy your day.

A STORY

A number of years ago in Denver I witnessed an incident that has haunted me for years. I was driving in a line of traffic with a bicyclist forward and in the bike lane to the right of my car. The driver in front of me suddenly made a right-hand turn, cutting off the cyclist. The cyclist was able to swerve and avoid the crash but, as a result of swerving and braking, ended up lying on the roadway.

What followed was a scene that I've never forgotten. The cyclist, with the determination of a Tour de France racer, made a right turn and chased after the car which had cut him off. He caught up to the car at the next stop light. He then quickly laid his bike down and proceeded to beat on the car with his portable air pump. After doing considerable damage to the right side door, he leaped onto the hood and jumped up and down repeatedly and feverishly, all the while cursing a long string of obscenities directed at the driver. Not surprisingly, the driver was mentally and physically paralyzed by this bizarre scene.

The final act of this drama came when the cyclist kicked in the front windshield of the car then got back on his bike and rode away. For these many years I have never understood the degree of rage that could lead a person to perform the wanton act of violence that I witnessed.

That all changed this week.

Two days ago, a good friend was killed by a motorist who cut him off in an eerily similar scenario to the Denver incident.

Now I understand.

Rest in peace, Marcus.

PATENT APPLICATION

U.S. Patent and Copyright Office
Washington, D.C.  20001

To Whom it May Concern:

This letter represents my application for a patent and copyright for a new, innovative product. I came up with this original idea while killing rodents in my backyard today.

Some background information:

I have lived in numerous areas of these United States and, in each and every one of them, I have never seen nor experienced the effects of the rodent known as a mole (Scapanus townsendii). Here is a picture of this creature:

Here in Washington we are overrun with these miserable critters. They make numerous holes and destroy yards by the thousands. They are constant burrowers, digging as deep as 35 feet in their ever-constant search for grubs and worms to eat. You might notice that they have no eyes. Scientists say that they don't need eyes because they spend their whole lives below ground and thus, do not need them. Myself, I think that they lack eyes because they're so damned ugly - if a male and female mole saw how ugly each one was, they would never mate.

While thinking of ways to eradicate this nuisance, my mind drifted to a gift that I received as a child and still is sold to this day - The Ant Farm, pictured here:

As a kid, I treasured my Ant Farm and spent many hours watching these busy creatures working away at doing whatever ants do. This led to a lifetime of enjoying watching other people work while I sat on my ass.

Anyway, The Ant Farm made me think of something that we could do with moles that would help society observe, and thereby better understand these maligned animals. The idea is similar to The Ant Farm but on a much larger scale. My working name for this product is The Mole Farm. The product consists of two 8 x 10 foot pieces of reinforced glass with which a home owner replaces the drywall and studs in a room of their home. The space between the two panes of glass is then filled with dirt. The last part of this product is the mating pair of moles that are also sent via UPS to the homeowner once he/she has notified us that the Mole Farm is constructed in the home and filled with dirt. The two moles are introduced to the Farm via a small sliding glass door.

Then the fun begins.

Imagine the enjoyment of watching these furry critters burrowing away in The Mole Farm. As entertaining as The Ant Farm was, The Mole Farm will be a delight to all members of the family, to the exclusion of video games, TV, cell phones and Words With Friends.

We are estimating sales to at least 100 million U.S. homes which should partially eradicate moles from my backyard.

Further information about this product idea including mock-ups, artwork, advertising and product prototypes are currently in development and will be forthcoming.

Lastly, the building of our first Mole Farm prototype will be completed once I have run the idea past the wife. You will hear from me again pending her approval of the first Mole Farm in the wall of our current living room. I have no time frame on securing this approval.

In short, it may take a while.

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Readers, enjoy your day.