tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392483984775616431.post2307045472218426501..comments2024-03-28T21:34:51.757-04:00Comments on A Strong Dose of Vitamin Fred: Jerks.FredKeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15823300083938652541noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392483984775616431.post-42700717235699304442015-11-29T06:30:54.809-05:002015-11-29T06:30:54.809-05:00Not everyone who abuses authority works in Washing...Not everyone who abuses authority works in Washington!FredKeyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15823300083938652541noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392483984775616431.post-47131362928599396882015-11-28T14:38:55.769-05:002015-11-28T14:38:55.769-05:00Firstly, I'm happy & not at all surprised ...Firstly, I'm happy & not at all surprised that you named your dog "Tralfaz". (Astro: "Ralfaz? Yecch.") Next, regarding that bald ninny with the ponytail: I had a similar incident happen to me some years ago, after buying a couple of cool, retro Schwinn bikes for the wife & myself. I took to riding around the neighborhood after work, for the exercise & the pure pleasure of it...my travels took me to the block where I grew up, in Howard Beach, & I decided to take a look at our old garden apartment. Standing there, straddling my trusty steed, I gazed at what used to be our living room window, my eyes tearing up in unabashed sentimentality. Suddenly (well, as suddenly as a Cushman scooter can appear), a security guard in a Cushman scooter appeared, & informed me that I'd have to leave. I was pleasant, & explained that I'd grown up in this place, I'd played in this very courtyard as a child, & I was just kinda wallowing in nostalgia...he cared not for my little confession, & obnoxiously insisted that I leave immediately. If I were a different kind of guy, I could have easily smacked him in the chops; instead, I rode slowly away, shaking my head.Stiivhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15111373841022755049noreply@blogger.com