i don't wanna shout

 But when we were talking, I saw you nodding out

London calling, see we ain't got no high
Except for that one with the yellowy eyes ( The Clash)

I received a text at 5:30 this morning from one of those characters of the night from long ago and far away......thankfully i was wide awake in America already.....my Navy Buddy Louie sent me a link to a video of Culture Club doing a live version of London Calling while in concert in Las Vegas........Louie said this crazy bastard Boy George changed the lyrics from "Phoney Beatlemania" to "Joe Strummer has bitten the dust" .....no other context.....no greeting or Salutation .....no asking for feedback.....i suppose he just felt the need to send that to me as a courtesy FYI......here's the kicker......i listened not once.....not twice......but 3 times......and it sounded to me like Boy George remained true to lyrics and sang "Phoney Beatlemania"......... so that's what i said in my reply to Louie........he immediately responded..."yeah, you're right"............i get so many bizarre texts that this one won't even crack the top 100......but the really odd thing about this one , as opposed to 99% of my other acquaintances......is that Louie has been clean and sober since the late 80's.....can't chalk this one up to whiskey fatigue or wet brain........the world keeps spinning.

Speakin of which.....i had a frightening dream Thursday night.......i will leave out names.....but i was at a family bar b q at my Uncles house ( or at least the house he lived in when i was a kid) and all sorts of family and friends were there.......some folks chatted with me....but others remained silent......they just stared blankly at me.....then i overheard a conversation between 2 people (both died long ago) and i interjected with a solution.......they stopped talking , looked at each other and ignored me........it was then....while still in the dream that i realized that the people that were deceased where not speaking to me.........and that the people that are still alive in real life were talking.........i then looked around the yard and confirmed it......my deceased relatives were kind of floating bye or hovering in silence.....and my living relatives were standing by the coolers and talking sports..... ....except one Aunt who is still alive but was acting as though she were dead.........i woke up in a cold sweat and lay awake the rest of the night.....i almost expected to receive a text in the morning , stating that my Aunt had passed.........instead i received 10 or 15 texts from Admiral Jack Duffy sending clips from the TV show 1 Adam-12........and proclaiming his love for the actress Dana Hall.........is it any wonder that i'm borderline crazy.....being pursued by these Characters of the long Dark night......all seemingly desperate to tell me things....both real and imagined.

the Palmetto state is grieving the sudden passing of our long time Senator Lindsay Graham.........they are talking about Nikki Haley or Nancy Mase or Ralph Norman finishing out Lindays term.......some were even calling for Trey Gowdy......but i am hoping Gowdy stays on the sidelines.....i would like to see Clarence Thomas or Scalia step down before Trumps last year and i would like to see Gowdy get he nod for SCOTUS...

i am in the process of finalizing a Monmouth County raid this weekend.....a brief 48 hour visit to attend PG's BBQ.......and then hopefully continue the tradition of watching the World Cup Final with a Group of friends that Hate Soccer and insist of talking about ways to improve the Beautiful Game.......raising the cross bar and widening the posts are their 2 famous suggestions.....i am not a soccer aficionado , but i know enough to stay in the shallow end of the pool when it comes to criticizing  the worlds most popular sport.

i am hoping for Spain & Argentina........but i am afraid it will be France & England....

2+3=BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER !!

The ice age is coming, the sun is zooming in
Engines stop running and the wheat is growing thin
A nuclear error, but I have no fear
London is drowning-and I live by the river