Thursday Morning

Another round of Three Journal work. I’m staying in 2005 for one more round. For my in-between reading, I am going back to poetry. It has been a while and I need more poetry in my life.

Pop

Caught out! Pop came home earlier than I expected from his rounds, and I had the laptop in my room. It’s no biggie, but I am easily embarrassed.

The Natural World

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Elvis's Badges

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Presley arranges for these badges though his contacts in the sheriff’s department. These are not honorary badges; these are legitimate badges that allow the holder to carry a gun. Holders of these badges are bonded and insured like a regular sheriff’s deputy. “I guess he has troopers’, sheriffs’ and police badges from half the states in the Union,” says Sonny. “If a local police organization offers him an honorary badge, he loses interest. If he can’t get the real thing, he doesn’t want it at all, and he ignores anyone who offers him anything less than the real thing.”

-- “Elvis: What Happened?” by Steve Dunleavy

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Feeling Old

Thinking how I am probably not ever going to feel good again, it occurs to me that there may be a blessing in this: it makes death that much more welcome.