Sunday, June 27, 2010
Kelly Ripa Seems to be Coming Out, She Wouldn't Be Doing This Unless She Knew that Somebody Was About to Publish an Article or Book About Her Activities. The ABC People are Wetting Their Pants About This as the Public Will Learn That They Covered This Up. The Public Will Learn that the Other Networks Were Bought Off. Why You People, the American Media, are The Way You Are is Beyond Me. And You've All Concealed My Talents From the American Public, I'd Like to Make Some Money From This So Talk Me Up. I Took the 12 Hour Bus from Mexico City to Puerto Vallarta Where I Hadn't Been for 13 Years. Sand Was Quite Dirty Unlike Before, Found a Good, Cheap Flop With the Help of A Very Nice Taxi-Driver Who Had Lived Legally in the States. If You Want A Good Flop Ask the Cabbies. P V was Basically Unknown (now 350,000) Until "Night of the Iguana" Thrust it into the Public Eye and the House of Liz Taylor and Richard Burton is One of the Sights (can't go in). Was There on Good Friday, the Mexicans Seemed to Take It as a Holiday, I Didn't Think They Were Full of the Spirit. Went to the Beach Where Huge Crowds Were Descending With Much Tecate in Tow, the Soldier Said to Me "Chicas," Indicating There Were Girls to be Had, Nice Thing to Say. 7 Hour Bus to Mazatlan Where I Hadn't Been for 28 Years, Went to the "Holiday Inn" Where I Had Stayed, the Only Time I've Stayed at an American Brand Hotel in a Foreign Country, Same Jive Place. Sand was Better than PV, It Was Easter Sunday I Went to Their Cathedral, Good, Once Again I Didn't Think the Mexicans Were All Jacked-Up on Religion, Most Seemed to Relish the Day as a Holiday. I Was Walking Down the Malecon and Saw This Beautiful, Elaborate Sculpture that This Guy Had Built in the Sand of the Crucification Scene (the "Bad Thief" Picked a Strange Time to be Sceptical about Salvation). I Gave the Guy Some Money and Posed With Him Next to his Artwork for a Picture. In My Youth I Took a Job Working the Desk at a Holiday Inn in Akron, They Had Me Work 10 Days in a Row and Finally Gave Me a Day Off, Then They Called That Morning to Say That I Should Also Come into Work that Day as Well, I Said, Why, I Was Just Getting Ready to Call You to Tell You That I Quit, They Got Mad and Hung Up on Me.
Friday, June 25, 2010
Went to the Del Mar Fair on Wednesday, I Asked You People to Come Along and You Said No,No. I Was There 11 Hours and I Needed That to See It All, It's Good to See All the Other Animals and All the Booths, Pigs and Horses are my Favorites although I Like Them All. I Saw Show Horses Being Put Through Their Paces, I Like Everything About the Fair. And I Saw Kenny Loggins There, I'm "63" Today (Happy Birthday to Me) and He's Only Half a Year Younger. Kenny Was Backed Up by a 5-Man Band and They Were Really Great, Such a Good Time. Kenny Sang His Big Hits Like "This is It," 2 of His Hits Were Movie Themes to "Top Gun" and "FootLoose," and Many More During an Enthused Hour and 50 Minutes. Kenny Said That Once a Burly Biker-Type Guy Was Sitting in the Front Row at One of His Concerts and After a While Was Giving Him the Bad Eye Finally Saying, Sing the Song About the Bear. He Sang "House on Pooh Corner" Along With the Others in a Voice Still Beautiful and Distinctive. From Havana I Flew to Cancun and I Stayed at a Nice Hotel Downtown for 30 U.S., Simply Taking the Bus Up to the Playa Where I Swam in Front of the Sheraton. All of the Beaches in Mexico are Public and You Can Lay on the Beach Chairs that They Have Layed Out for Their Guests Even if You're Not, I Did This. Cancun is Worth Going to Just to Look at the Beautiful Turquoise Water, It's a Great Beach. I Had Wanted to Go to Brazil on This Trip and Went to What Was Supposed to Be Their Consulate in Cancun to Get a Visa but it turned out to be an Abandoned Building. I've Wanted to Go to Brazil on 3 of My Last 4 Trips and Haven't, Not Been There for 20 Years When I was All Over It, Guess I'll Have to Plan It Better the Next Time. So I Decide Travel Around in Mexico Where I Hadn't Been for 13 Years. I Took a Bus for an Hour South toTulum to See the Mayan Ruins. Tulum Was One of the Few Inhabited Mayan Cities When the Spanish Arrived in 1518. I Rode a Bicycle 4 Miles Out to the Extensive and Impressive Ruins, There's a Beach You Can Climb Down to That Looked as Good as Cancun but I Guess Everybody Had Come Just to See the Ruins. After Tulum I Took the Bus Back to Cancun and Flew Out to Mexico City Where I Got a Bus to Puerto Vallarta. "....Please, Celebrate Me Home, Give Me a Number....That I'll Always Remember....."
Sunday, June 20, 2010
I See Where Obama Ran Over to See Stephen Strasburg Pitch, Who Wouldn't Want to See That. I Saw Nolan Ryan Pitch a Complete Game Shutout of the White Sox When He Pitched for the Texas Rangers, This Was the 2nd to Last Year of his Career and He Was "45." He Seemed More Supple Than Others, On His Windup His Knee Was in Front of His Mouth. When Ryan Pitched for the Angels His Catcher had a Sponge in His Glove. Our Parakeet, Pretty Boy, Was a Very Wise Bird. And Very Bright, When He Was "3" and Middle-Aged I Taught Him How to Speak, I'd Say a Phrase a Few Times a Day for 2 Weeks and He'd Be Able to Say It As Well as I Could, Had Mighty Good Ears Too Wherever They Were. And Pretty Boy Loved People, He Thought Them Wonderful and Exciting, Whoever Was Around He'd Land on Their Shoulder and Visit for Awhile. He Could Say About 20 Phrases Such as...Pretty Boy is a Blue Bird....He's a Pretty Boy...Big, Bad, Bird. When Our Parents Retired to San Antonio Pretty Boy Stayed With Me for 2 or 3 Weeks Until My Brother Bob Could Move Him from Akron Up to Cleveland to Live With Him. One Day I Bought an Apple Specificall so that I Could Give Him a Slice and When He Saw Me Approach His Cage He Gave a Chirp of Excitement. I Put the Slice Up High For Him and He Didn't Notice When it Fell to the Bottom of His Cage. I Raised My Voice Saying, Yes, That's Where the Apple is Stupid. I Thought What Are You Doing Yelling at a Bird. Hardly the Type of Bird to Allow Himself to be Treated That Way, Later that Evening I Fell Asleep in Front of the TV and He Was Outraged by the Sight, Not Only Had I Yelled At Him that Afternoon But I Was Doing What He Wanted to Do But Couldn't Because His Cage Door was Open, There Was No Cover Over his Cage and the Lights Were On. I Woke Up to Find Pretty Boy Walking Angrily Across My Bare Chest Left to Right, His Feathers Were Slicked Down and He Was Making Angry Sounds. He Stopped When he was Almost to the End of My Chest and Stood Up and Looked Me in the Eye. I Started Moving to "Put Him in Bed" and He Flew to His Cage Door and Entered Knowing This. A Little While Later He Moved Up to My Brother Bob's in Cleveland, Well, He Had Rebelled Against My Regime Setting Himself Up as the Boss in Our Domicile, Up in Cleveland There Was a More Natural Flow to Things of Two Happy Bachelors.
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
On April 22, 2010 I Arrived at a Bancomer ATM Machine in the Mexico City Airport, There Was Nobody Else There. I Put in My ATM Card from Wells Fargo and Received 2600 Mexican Pesos, I Stepped Away From the ATM Machine While Holding in My Hands My ATM Card, My Receipt and My Pesos. Wells Fargo Refused to Look at the Videotape of This Which Would Show Immediately After I Stepped Away From the Machine Somebody Who Had Been Behind Me Stepping Up and Using the Machine in That Time Frame in Which the 2nd Withdrawal From My Account Was Made.
I Refer my Readers to my Blog of May 27, 2010. Wells Fargo has the Obligation to Reimburse Me in the Event of Fraud When I'm Using Their ATM Card. What Happened to Me Could Happen to Any American, There's Nothing Different About Me in This Regard, This Could Easily Happen to You. You People Haven't Exerted the Pressure Needed on Those Thieves at Wells Fargo for Them to Admit their Liability and Give Me My Money That Was Criminally Taken from that Bancomer ATM Machine in the Mexico City Airport Using Their Card. Wells Fargo is so Blatant in Robbing Me that They Make Preposterous Statements Such as It Being "Physically Impossible" for Someone Else Other Than Myself to Have Made that 2nd Withdrawal. I'm Expecting You Readers to Get On This and Tell Wells Fargo that They're a Bunch of Crooks and to Give Me My Money Back. Edward Stephen Preusse Claim # 30510100101. The Mexicans Can't Even Police Their Own Airport. I'm Actually Rather Fond of my Little Noodniks Despite Your Failings. I Want to Warn My Readers About the Danger of a Latin Bathroom. Throughout Latin America There Are Usually Slick Tile Bathrooms, About All the Many I've Been in Are This Way. By Far the Worst Are in Cuba. The Bathroom Tile is so Slick That I Almost Fell a Number of Times and I Did Fall in Baracoa. I Had a Beautiful Room in the Casa Particulare That I Stayed At, But the 2nd Night I Took a Shower and Didn't Put Down a Towel as I Stepped Out into the Equally Slick Curved Floor and I Went Down Instantly on my Back on This Hard as Rock Floor With my Head Bouncing Off With a Loud "Crack." My Glasses Were 10 Feet Behind Me. There Was Blood Pouring Down My Head and Face. I Felt Fine, I Didn't Even Have a Headache, a Few Years Ago a Chiropractor Told Me That I Have Good Bones, I Believe It, Many Would Have Fractured Their Skull. I Waited Until I Stopped Bleeding, Cleaned Up the Blood and Went to Bed 2 Hours Later. When I Lay on my Left Side the Room was Spinning Around but When I Lay on my Right Side it was Normal. And I Was Totally Fine in the Morning. Don't Be Afraid to Throw Down that Beautiful, Fluffy White Towel(s), I Don't Want to Hear of My Readers Being in Cuba and Having to be Brought Home in Body Bags Because They Were Trying to Get Clean.
Saturday, June 12, 2010
The Evening of March 23, 2010 I Went to the Estadio Sandino, Seating only 20 thousand, in Santa Clara to see the 1st Game of the Best of 7 Cuban Championship Series between the Villa Clara Orangemen and the Industriales Blue Lions, Villa Clara having Won in the Playoffs Iwith the Ciego de Avila Wasps and Industriales Having Beaten the Havana Bulls. My Pass Looked a Lot Better than Everybody Else's and I thought it Gave Me Juice for a Real Good Seat and I Was Right (cost me 3.60), I Showed My Pass to the Soldier to Sit Yet Again Behind 1st Base and He Nodded. To Say the Place was Packed is Putting it Mildly, People Were Sitting in Each Other's Laps Although Men Didn't Do This. With a 3-2 Lead in the 8th Inning the Villa Clara Catcher Came Out and Reassured his Pitcher Who Was In a Tight Spot and at the End he Slapped the Pitcher's Rear With His Glove. Men in Sports are Always Doing This and Never at Any Other Time. The Game Ended with This Score as in Cuba it's a Game of Skill without Beating the Ball to Death, no Homers in the 2 Cuban Games I Saw and few Long Drives. When the Game was Over I Wanted to Leave but Couldn't as the Villa Fans Sang and Danced for Half an Hour After, the Place was so Packed I Had to Leave When Everybody Else Did. I Felt Bad that Industriales Eventually won the Championship Series in 7 Games Winning the 7th 7-5. Poor Little Villa Clara. To Havana, Population 2.2 Million, yet Again. I Went to the Museo de San Salvador at the Castle Guarding the Harbor and it was Full of Spanish Treasures. I Was in the House that Jose Marti was Born in. I Was at the Monumento de Estadiantes de Medicine which Still has the Wall Where 8 Cuban Medical Students were Executed by Firing Squad on July 27, 1871 after Being Falsely Accused of Desecrating the Tomb of a Spanish Loyalist. The Art Museum is Impressive. The Partagas Cigar Factory Tour was Out of Sight, cost $10 but Worth it. Our Guide Luis, a Well-Spoken Young Man Took Us All Over the Factory Which Has 400 Workers, We Saw Where the Various Tobacco Leaves Were Bundled by Experts for the Various Types of Cigars. Everyone Works Slowly and Methodically, a Plum Job it Pays $40 a Month and Every Worker Gets to Choose 3 Cigars a Day to Take Home with Him including the Most Expensive which even in Cuba Cost 20 U.S. apiece. Many Workers Wash Out in their Selection Process. Looked like a Fun Place to Work. Went to the Museo de la Revolucion which has Items from the War for Independence and Fidel's War, Pretty Good. One Section is Titled "Rincon de los Cretinos" which Features Cartoons Ridiculing Batista, Reagan and Bush the Younger (the Corner of Idiots). Across the Way is are Martial Vehicles including a Tank that Fidel Supposedly Operated Himself at the Bay of Pigs, there's also the Boat "Granma" encased in Glass in which Fidel and His Boys Landed Back in Cuba in 1956. Havana is a Great Place for Tourists in Fact All of Cuba is. I Almost Missed my Flight Back to Cancun as the Plane Left Early of all things, I Had to be Summoned Over the Intercom.
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
From Camaguey I Traveled by Private Car to Ciego de Avila, a Nice Town of 85,000, 300 Miles SE of Havana. Ciego had a Couple of Nice Museums, a Nice Square, Pretty Little City. From There to Santa Clara which is in the Middle of Cuba in the Province of Villa Clara. There is the Impressive Mausoleum and Monument to their Hero, Ernesto "Che" Guevara. In October, 1997 Che's Remains were brought Here from Bolivia and Layed to Rest Beneath a Massive Bronze Statue of Che with Rifle. In 1965 the Restless Che went to the Congo to foment Revolution then to Bolivia in 1966 Saying there should be Hundreds of Vietnams. Che's Ambition Meant his Doom as it was Determined that Che was too Dangerous to the U.S. to Live and Was Betrayed to a CIA Led Operation by the Peasants he Was Trying to Help. To Che's and Fidel's Thinking Liberty and Individualism was Corruptive as the Goal was Collective Social Welfare. Fidel turned Che (an Argentinian Affectionate Nickname meaning "Buddy") into a Cult Figure. The Cuban Youth Organization the "Young Pioneers" Motto is "Seremos Como Che," I Want to be Like Che. Che Wrote 2 Books on Guerilla Warfare Which are Standard Textbooks for Revolutionaries Today. The Museo Abel Santamaria was Real Good, Full of Info and Pieces from the War of Independence, Fidel's War and Natural History. A Former Barracks of Batista, Fidel Said that all of Batista's Barracks Should be Turned into Centers of Learning. In Santa Clara there is the Tren Blindado, a Museum of Train Cars Commemorating Che's Attack on a Troop Train of Batista's at the Site on December 12, 1958, it was Pretty Neat. Santa Clara is a Real Nice Town, I Walked (far) to Everything. And the Casa Particulare Interceded for me and I Received a Preferred Seating Pass to the First Game of the Cuban Championship Baseball Series for 2010.
Friday, June 4, 2010
From Holguin I Traveled to Camaguey by Private Car With 3 Strangers. The 3rd Largest Next to Havana and Santiago with a Population of 270,000 and 385 Miles SE of Havana. Founded in 1515 I Was in the Most Recent of the 2 Versions of the Catedral Nuestra Santa Iglesia, It Looked Pretty Good. In Its Previous Incarnation in 1688 Henry Morgan Locked the City Fathers Inside and Starved Them Until They Revealed the Location of Their Treasures, an Enterprising Guy. I Was in the House now a Museum of Carlos Finley Who Helped Discover the Vaccination for Yellow Fever. You See Che's Countenance All Over Cuba. Camaguey Was OK, Holguin is Much Better. The Only Reason There's Still a Trade Embargo of Cuba After a Half Century When It Should Have Been Lifted 30 Years Ago is Because a Lot of Silly Old Cubans in South Florida Want It Until the Castros and Their Ilk are Out of Power. We, the People of the U.S. Were Gracious to Allow these Cubans Into This Country Who Cares What They Say About That or Anything Else. There Shouldn't Be Any Dual U.S. and Some Other Country Citizenship, Countries Are Often in Conflict and You Can't Serve 2 Masters. See the Season that Bryce Harper Had but CCSN Usually Plays Him at Catcher, a Dangerous Position, He Can Play Any Position and When I Saw Him Play He Was in Center Field. Several Years Ago I Was Making One of My Greyhound Trips and I Was in Albany and Saw the Biggest and Best of the State Capitol Buildings. But at That Time You Couldn't Leave Your Bag at the Greyhound Station and I Had to Lug It Up and Down All Those Stairs at the Capitol Building and All Over Downtown Albany. No Self-Respecting Terrorist is Going to Hijack a Greyhound Bus or Blow Up a Greyhound Station, the Loss of Prestige to His Movement Would Be Such That It Would Fall Apart Instantly. Boy Was I Tired, hadn't been to Bed the Night Before. I Journeyed to a Town Maybe 60 Miles from Albany, it was Memorial Day Weekend, I Asked a Little Girl Cop, She was Real Cute and Petite, Officer, What Motels Might You Recommend. She Said Maybe I Could Stay at One for Free, My Ears Lit up. She Called It In, I Didn't Look Like a Transient and Was Curious Where This Was Going to Lead. She Walked With Me 5 Blocks to the Police Station and the Chief, a Kind-Looking Guy, Asked Me a Few Questions None of Which Was Did I Have $3000 in T X's on Me. I Was Told That I Could Stay at This Local Motel for Free that NBight Provided I Agreed not to Bring Alcohol into My Room, Be Out by 9 the Next Morning and to Get Out of Town the Next Day. And it was a Real Nice Motel, this Saved Me a Hundred Bucks. I Was Going to Leave Early the Next Day Anyway and Go to Coopertown to See the Baseball Hall of Fame, I Was Really Moved That They'd Do That for Me, Not the Town Without Pity.