Tuesday, October 15, 2019


Remember when you diagrammed sentences in English class?

I am far from precise in spoken English; so, this is not a complaint, but an observation.

My wife and I were walking in the University gym today when I heard a young girl talking to a friend: ‘We left, like, two-thirty this morning….’

What part of speech is like?  Like is in common usage with everyone under thirty – and many older.   It is not used as a noun, it is not a verb, it is not a conjunction, it is not modifying anything –   do we need to invent a new part of speech?

I think we should indoctrinate young children to replace like with what the fuck.  

We left, what the fuck, two-thirty this morning…

Like, Wow!
What the fuck, Wow!

And I was, like, I’m not going.
And I was, what the fuck, I’m not going.

I said, like, really?
I said, what the fuck, really?

You have got to admit this replacement would make speech a lot more colorful. 

the Ol’Buzzard


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The world of politics is absolutely exhausting.  An incompetent President and complicit Republican Party, along with twenty-four-seven news, warning of impending disaster…

While back in my real world I just finished building a new set of back porch steps, I have changed the oil in my snow blower and stored my lawn mower away for the year.   My fire wood is in, my oil and LP gas tank are filled: winter is coming…

I tell myself I shouldn’t be concerned about the disintegrations of the country I have known for eight decades, because I am not going to live into the dystopian future.   So, it can all go to hell in a handbag; and it is someone’s else’s problem. 

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Riding through the foot hills of western Maine today was existing in a world of such vivid color that my sensory synapses were almost overloaded.   What a gorgeous place to live in. 


Thursday, a rain and wind storm will come through our area and the trees will be stripped bare.   It won’t be long until the first virgin snow covers the land turning the world to black and white.

What a downer listening to the news.

Individual.   Society.   Individual.   Society.   Individual.  Society. 

What a cluster fuck society is: a social disorder of sound and fury signifying nothing. 

I am really pleased with my new back steps.

the Ol'Buzzard

Wednesday, October 2, 2019


Let's start impeachment inquiries - as soon as we get back from our two-weeks vacation.

 What the fuck
the Ol'Buzzard

Tuesday, October 1, 2019


Day temps have been in the fifties and night temps dropping into the low forties.    We have been dressing in heavier clothes and been comfortable with the house at seventy degrees; but last night it rained and today the sky has been heavily overcast, with rain expected this afternoon, so the house feels damp.

So this afternoon I fire off the wood stove.   The price of firewood has gone up to $240.00 a cord, but oil is $3.04 a gallon.   Our monitor stove can keep our house at a steady temperature but will continue to cycle on and off throughout the day.   However, our wood stove will heat up the house quickly, and since we are well insulated the house will stay warm with just the initial fire.

 This is one of the strangest falls I have seen here in Maine.   Usually the color begins with the maple trees gradually turning bright red and orange.  About a week after the maples begin their turn the birch and poplar go to yellow and finally, about another week, the maples are peaking and the ash and other hardwood trees bring on color. There is usually about four weeks of dazzling color.

This year the maples colored and peaked in about a week and then went over, well before the other hardwoods started to color.   Now the birch and poplar have peaked and the other trees are yet to turn.    I have lived mainly in Maine since the early sixties, and I don’t ever remember a fall where the color has seemed disrupted.

Some years a storm with wind and rain would knock the color down, but that is not the case this year.   September temperatures were all over the place.  Some days near ninety followed by days in the seventies, then warm days in the eighties followed with days falling into the sixties.   Perhaps this roller coaster of temperatures has screwed up the trees seasonal clock.

Oh well, winter is coming. 
the Ol’Buzzard

Sunday, September 29, 2019


I recently posted about my grandfathers watch, which was made in 1938.     It is an mechanical watch and must be wound every morning.  Only a few old people nostalgically use a mechanical watch like this any longer. 

Now watches have morphed into  wearable technology. 

I found it interesting that a friend of mine said his grandson, in highs school, did not know how to read an analog type watch display.   

the Ol'Buzzard


I only remember my Kentucky grandfather (1886-1964) from the few minutes I saw him when I was nineteen and had just enlisted in the Navy. 

He was tall like me, and I suppose I have some of his traits. 

Years later, in my fifties, my wife and I moved from Alaska to Kentucky, where we lived for a few years.  In an antique shop in Paducah, I found some of his belongings in a consignment display case.  There were some letters he had written, some photographs and his railroad watch.   He had worked for decades with the Illinois Central Railroad.  I bought his watch and my cousin bought the rest of his consignments.

The watch never worked properly, and it has remained in one of my drawers for over twenty years.

I posted earlier about jobs that have been replaced by technology.   There is a jewelry store in our town, that has been here longer than anyone can remember.   The owner is near my age, and he inherited the store when his father retired many decades ago.   He is a jeweler and a watch repairman.   He recently sold the store, but returns on Tuesday through Thursday to repair watches.   Soon watch repairmen will be consigned to history, replaced by cheap, disposable electronic watches. 

With that in mind, I decided to have my grandfather’s pocket watch repaired.

Each morning I wind the watch.  All my jeans have watch pockets, so now this is the only watch I carry.  This watch is a touchstone to my time of life, that will soon become history.

the Ol’Buzzard 

Thursday, September 26, 2019


It is hard to understand the politics of foreign countries unless you make a study of them.   The best resources are foreigners living in the  controversial country.

I urge everyone to access the comments of  The Blog Fodder, a Canadian citizen's living in Ukraine. 


His is a blog worth following
the Ol'Buzzard