The business week begins. The most important week. We vote for the president. Many frame it as a vote for Democracy. Many see it as a choice between good and evil. No matter how you see it this election is as an important an election as I’ve ever seen in my lifetime.
We also vote for down ballet candidates. This, too, is very important because that can change the complexion of the country.
I have never done what I’m about to say, because I’ve always voted person, not party. Not this time. Straight ticket. All blue.
The current president keeps saying that he wants to make America great. He seems to forget that he is the president. That he can make America great. He hasn’t. He won’t. He can’t.
He made America worse. Way worst.
At best, he’s incompetent. At worst, he is the most evil creature ever to walk on this planet.
I have a couple of friends who will jump right in here and tell me that I’m drinking the kool aid. Since this is a family storyteller, I’m gonna say screw ’em. If I said to their face, I’d use another word.
There. That’s where I stand.
I’m too old to put up with this nonsense. It’s time to start rebuilding my country and rebuild trust throughout the world.
It’s time to get back to the good work of rebuilding and repairing.
And, you thought after looking at the picture that this was going to be a nice little candy cotton wrapped post.
Stay safe. Stay mighty. Wear your mask. Keep your distance. Wash your hands. VOTE.
Picture, picture on the wall, who’s the fairest of them all? Might as well be you, because I’m sure it isn’t me.
But, first a little housekeeping.
We got power back about 10am yesterday. That was something worthy of hoots and hollers.
But, no internet. I talked to Linksys. I talked to Arris, the folks who make my router and modem. We did everything we could. At one point, they asked if we could have a three way conversation. We did.
They believed that I wasn’t receiving signal from my internet service provider. So, I called them. Cox. They were their usual helpful selves. They wanted to run through their checklist to find the issue.
I said, “Whoa, slow down little buddy.” I’ve already done two versions of that.” He asked what then, did I want him to do.
I asked him if there was a work group or news bulletin board that he could talk to. I wanted him to see what kind of damage their towers and system received in New Orleans during Hurricane Zeta.
A few minutes later… joy. Sorta. They were down and rapidly rebuilding and restoring. I asked him when we might expect a return of signal. He replied sometime tomorrow (Sunday).
I checked my phone at about 9am, and, sure enough. Internet signal.
I wrote in an email to a friend of mine that 25 years ago having the internet wouldn’t have seemed vital. I used it, but it was accessed through telephone lines. It was slow and there wasn’t much that interested me. And, I got tired of receiving CDs from AOL.
Well, that’s another story.
Why is it important to this picture?
The picture lives on my phone. In order to get it here I need the webinet (If G.W. Bush can say the interwebs and it becomes a thing, I can make up webinet.
It needed work on the big machine. Can’t do that without the webinet.
The picture is art, much in the same vein as that speeding truck. It takes some time and a lot of adjustments, but I got it to what I wanted. It might not be what you want, but enjoy it anyway.