On the basketball court today a black boy called a white boy, “white boy”. I am assuming then that it is ok for a white boy to call the black boy, “black boy”. It is not a one way street. What’s good for one is good for the other. It’s ok with me and I am not commenting other to say that what’s fair is fair. I have nothing further to add if it ends there. I suppose we shall see in tomorrows paper, huh? But I imagine it will escalate somewhat between now and then.

Burning Bibles is certainly a way to get attention, but not attention in a good way. If the Black Lives Matter are the ones doing the burning I would distance myself from any in that group. The one that can and will help, hear and answer prayers of the people, will be turning a deaf ear to those doing the burning in the future. That action says they are getting mad at God…That makes matters so much worse. These are some weird people and hopefully it is a very small minority of the Blacks that had a part in this bible burning session. I hope they will come down on and condemn those who did this evil thing. You folks are putting a burden on your own backs. One day you will see that. I hope it is not too late. I hope those in charge of BLM will come forward with an apology for this evil deed.

Some folks are fussing about mail in ballots. Sweetie and I have been mailing in ballots for several years now. She had a stroke a few years ago and cannot get around all that well and certainly cannot handle long lines with social distancing. So, mail in ballots is our preferred method of voting. I can understand why some would want it limited but certainly we don’t want them to do away with it.

I did not write about this right away, wanting to think on it a good bit before I did write about it. So, here goes:

I was watering the front yard and while letting the water run on my honeysuckle vine I was sitting on this big rock we have in our front yard. The sky had scattered clouds on a very clear day. One could see thousands of feet into the air. I spotted a reflection, about the size of a dime, east bound but not leaving a contrail as most airliners do this time of year in the New Mexico skies. But the aircraft was tracking eastbound. I figured it’s  destination was Dallas. I watched for a bit and suddenly it darted southbound, no curve in it’s path at all, just a quick ell and almost as quickly as it went southbound, it reversed it course and headed northbound. Then the darn thing just started playing, changing directions many times as I sat watching amazed. I watched it until it was covered by a cloud between it and myself. When the cloud blew away, the darn thing was gone. My first one. I watched the paper for several days hoping someone else would report this…..thing….Just me I reckon, but it appeared to be a “happy” UFO. No harm done. Just entertained a old man for a while…..Ok, I know what you are thinking. This guy is a writer of fiction and now he is writing about UFO’s…Yeah, sure…No, I really did see it folks…I really did…

ps…..I read Revelation Chapter 9, verse one , well most all of chapter nine. The study portion of my bible says the star that falls from the sky with a key to the Abyss is most probably an angel and the Abyss is a subterranean abode of demonic hordes. So something is coming from somewhere up in the sky to the earth carrying at least one person or angel on a mission from God with this key to the Abyss……Now, none of those words are mine as I am reading from the study portion of my Bible. And if the bible says it, I believe it….No, it did not say UFO, it said star, so I want to be clear about that, but it is still carrying someone, ain’t it?

I’ve been hanging on to this old world for 84 years now…..And seen quite a bit….I’ve wondered lately however, more than ever before anyway, that maybe things were getting close to the end…The economy, our health, world politics, schooling, socializing, no sports…whoa, what? No sports…This has to be the end. Things just can’t go on with no sports, can they? No football this fall…No championship game that my Crimson Tide can play in? This is it, I reckon…Even so, come Lord Jesus…..

Please don’t do that…..Listen to me people….Some great Redskin people struck fear into the hearts of many of the white eyes as they progressed across America, taking land that the Natives felt belonged to them…Remember your history? Sitting Bull….Cochise….Geronimo…Chief Joseph…Tecumseh…Squanto….What greater honor than to have an NFL football team named after these great leaders…..Don’t you remember paratroopers leaping out of airplanes into battle and shouting “Geronimo” as they jumped? Remember we Americans kept the Apaches as prisoners of war for 27 years after Geronimo surrendered to General Miles. We took them from their homeland in the southwest to Florida, Alabama and Oklahoma….Geronimo is buried in Oklahoma, not in southern Arizona.  Yes, we need to keep an NFL team named for the fierce Redskins and it is only fitting that the team is Washington who directed the war against them was centered…..Why would anyone want to change their name….Remember the Navajo Code Talkers?…..Man, I’m so disappointed that anyone would want to change that name….The Washington Redskins…..That’s special…

ps …If Redskins goes, could consider “Codetalkers”…..One word…Codetalkers

Do you want America to be great again?….Me too. Well, here is what the Good Book says about getting that done:

2 CH  7 – 14

If my people who are called by my name will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then will I hear from heaven and will forgive their sin and will heal their land.

So this weekend we can all pray for forgiveness,  turn from our sin and God will heal our land.

Stay home…wear a mask if we get out…enjoy your back yard

Oh, yeah….Now I remember. Weekends, we used to watch sports, live sports and some of us went to church, many of us going to church, picking up some burgers or fried chicken on the way home to have while we watched the game on TV….Always fussing if the preacher preached a bit long cutting into the first quarter of the game or some of the game at least….Anyway, something along those lines. Now we watch church on TV and most of us are proud to get that. Maybe God looked down at us and said, “How can I get these folks attention?” And He has done just that, hasn’t He…. And the rest of our week?…Well, that’s all screwed up as well, ain’t it….A worldwide pandemic, political unrest, economy is a turmoil, security of our citizens in peril,   socializing stopped, unemployment at a all time high, many working from home if we are lucky enough to be still working. Family games, reading, playing with the pets, walking, jogging, cooking, working around the house, repairing stuff…..Well, it’s different, but kind’a of nice, ain’t it….Yeah, I miss that old grind also….

We do not have to wonder if the treasure really exists anymore. Someone sent Mr. Fenn a picture of the of the treasure chest leading him to believe it had been found, somewhere in the Rocky Mountains north of Santa Fe, but he would not give out the finders name or the exact location of the treasure. I’m pretty sure I had it all figured out but may never really know for sure. I’m still of the opinion it was north and west of Abiquiu…. It was fun while it lasted. Thanks Mr. Fenn, you kept a bunch of folks busy for several years.

Today we went for some of Albuquerque’s  own Bob’s Burgers…We love his Ranchero Supremes,( lettuce, tomatoes, beef, cheese and green chilies). And his onion rings are also delicious. Only thing about going there  nowadays, they have put up a glass where the open ordering window used to be. It stretches from side to side, and from the top to about six or eight inches from the bottom. The ordering bar is about four feet wide. The young lady behind the counter was a towering 4′ 6″ or so and we both had on our face masks….Oh, and I’m kind of hard of hearing. I ordered two small Ranchero Supremes’ and two orders of  onion rings. Then she said, “Would you li..mumble, mumble, mumble>” I said what. She repeated the mumbles. Again I repeated the “what”. She placed her elbows on the bar, hoisted herself up to where the glass was and spoke under the six inch opening, Would you like the original or supreme?”…I repeated the order to her…She started punching on the cash register. Then another mumble, mumble…Under my mask I had to smile and by the looks in her eyes, she was also smiling. Again, with a swift placing of the elbows and hoisting her eighty or ninety pounds up on the bar  said under the glass, “did you want large or small?” Both small I confirmed. Again, some mumbling…”Do what?” was again my response. And again she hoisted herself back up on the bar and said, Now, I am laughing under the mask… “That will be 12.36” or something like that. Anyway, I was so tired after her doing all that work that I was plenty ready to get the ordering of lunch out of the way. She was cute and I’m sorry I made her work so hard. You know talking through mask ain’t all that easy, is it? Especially if you have to do a lot of climbing