That’s how many words the finished COVID Quarantine Cantina work contains. All of our COVID stories, and a couple more. The audio book is done, final touches and we’ll be publishing the whole collection.
Now, why are we doing this? Because blogs don’t last forever, and ten years from now your kids will be asking why did the whole world lose its mind in 2020?
Also, I’m willing to bet most of you didn’t read every story. Now you can. Or listen. I’m thinking we’ll have it in your hands by Halloween. So you can buy lots of copies for friends for Christmas.
The final draft is being circulated for approval to all who comprise this collection: Paul Bennett, Robert Cely, Derek Elkins, Jamie D. Greening, Kathy Kexel, and Joe Shaw. Our book is almost ready to publish, and the audio book is 99.999 percent complete (actual number, less than 50 words left to record – the credits.)
So, keep your eyes peeled.
Now, on to business.
First, a Public Service Announcement:
Any of you who train in the theatre arts, please reach out to Senator Cory Booker. He is quite possibly the worst actor ever. He will work for attention and pay with promises.
Second item: Columbus didn’t cause the death of 100 million North American indigenous people. The number is about 3% of that number if he’d managed to get every single one, but since he missed a bunch, it’s like you’re using CDC COVID-19 math for everything. Seriously, you lose all credibility if you throw nonsense numbers around. Bad things happened 500 years ago. Let’s just try not to do them again.
Third item: Santa Joe is taking 2020 off. If you go to his page, www.santajoe.com, he tells the tale of COVID paranoia taking the fun out of the season. I endorse his words that you should enjoy your family, worship God, and skip the fat guy in the red suit this year.
Fourth item: There should be rule that any Senator who says “In my (any number over 12) years in the Senate…” is immediately dragged from the room and put out on the street, along with all of their aides and other minions. We need term limits. Both sides. These aging plutocrats are ruining our republic. That and they’re so pompous that it makes me ill. They have contenders for that in the younger herd of life-time politicians. But spare me the fossils who’ve been in politics since I was in high school.
The pork loin in the crock pot smells great. Dinner should be wonderful. (See how I went from pork barrel to barrel of pork?)
Be well.
