A blog by Bill Hess

Running Dog Publications

Support Logbook
Search
Index - by category
Blog Index
The journal that this archive was targeting has been deleted. Please update your configuration.
Navigation
Monday
Oct212013

The Daily School Bus: we wait in line at McDonald's before I drive Margie to Anchorage to babysit

The daily school bus: we are in line at McDonald's drive-through getting ready to take Margie to Anchorage to babysit. The parking lot next door is full of schoolbuses. It is wonderful.

(Note: I managed to Instagram this image while we were still in line at McDonald's and the above text is from that Instagram. It does not reflect the fact that I ordered two Egg McMuffins meals - one for Margie, one for me - plus an extra Egg McMuffin for me and paid for the same. Alas! When we got onto the highway to head for town, Margie dug into the bag and discovered the extra Egg McMuffin was not there. A grave injustice has been wrought. I am still hungry, but can't eat again until lunch time, 49 full minutes away!)

Text added at 11:11 AM

 

Sunday
Oct202013

As Chicago naps on my chest, Dick Cheney speaks about his heart

As Chicago naps on my chest, Dick Cheney speaks with Sanji Gupta about all the amazing medical advances in heart care that came along just in time to keep him alive to help George W. Bush make a whole bunch of decisions about war, torture and such. 

Text added at 7:47 PM

Sunday
Oct202013

Coffee from that House of Bread

I'm on my coffee break now. Metro is closed on Sundays so I came here to the House of Bread. One coffee for me, one coffee for Margie – one raspberry pinwheel for me. I would get her one, but she doesn't like them.

Text added at 4:57 PM

Sunday
Oct202013

Thanks to the cigarette butt I almost missed this plane

I'm behind. This plane actually flew over while I was writing up the cigarette butt incident. I was afraid I was going to miss it. I struggled to get my text done as quickly as I could, then switched my phone from Instagram to camera mode and barely caught the plane before it disappeared behind the trees. 

Then, before I could blog the plane, I met the dog.

Text added at 3:54 PM

Sunday
Oct202013

The little dog and the man who rescued me

I heard someone shouting at the dog, ordering it to go back. But the dog did not go back – it was determined to take my leg off. Then this man came running out and grabbed the dog. He said something about how he tried to keep it home, but, "the little rodent" just wouldn't be stopped. Actually, the little dog was nice enough. I exaggerated about its ferociousness a little bit. 

Text added at 3:52 PM