A nice time was had by all but it was great to see that “Welcome to Kentucky” sign.
Before I talk a little football, I want to share an observation with you, my learned and observant reader: There were no political signs anywhere other than a handful of local city council posters in southern Alabama.
Apathy you can see at 70 MPH. In all the past election years we have been traveling the same roads, you were deluged with road side advertisements featuring all political flavors and persuasions.
Signs for and signs against everything one can even mildly argue over. This year the only bumper sticker I saw, and I saw literally thousands of bumpers was one “Obama Bin Biden” sticker on an old Jeep. It doesn’t really count because it wasn’t really for anything.
I made these keen observations to my wife who looked at me not without pity and asked where I wanted to eat.
Of course I watched all the debates and was even further flustered. Add a 700 billion bail-out to my already whiney mood (really 850 billion with tax and license, shame on each and every lawmaker that participated in that 150 billion farce!) and I’m having the same thought process our forefathers did as they half heartedly donned war paint and whole heartedly threw British tea into the waters of Boston Harbor.
I’m feeling like having a little “tea party” myself, if only using my keyboard! Anyway that catches you up on your usually happy go lucky photographer as he crossed back into Kentucky this past Saturday, even after a vacation. I thought vacations were for relaxing!
We listened to the Trigg County Wildcats 55-7 victory over Heath on the internet Friday night while watching waves remove the sand from the beaches of Destin. That’s living folks, but hard to get any really good action photos for the paper.
Remember, the only place to catch Monty is The Cadiz Record.