Bla Bla Bla and more Bla Bla Bla

Some people never get the hang of talking on the phone. I think it’s because they have nobody to talk to, once somebody calls the flood gates are open.

I called up my friend the other day.  I had something to tell him but first I asked him “how you doing?” That was it. Bla, bla bla and more bla bla bla. I couldn’t get a word in. He’s talking about something I couldn’t give a crap about.

So what I do when I talk to him, I put the phone down and walk away. This time, I put the phone down on the dining room table, went into the kitchen, poured myself a glass of seltzer, drank it, walking into the dining room, picked up the phone and he was still talking. Normally when you talk on the phone, you can hear the other person making a comment or breathing. With this guy, it don’t matter. He just rambles on whether there’s somebody there or not.

It’s funny how he never asked me a question about what he was talking about. Why would he. He don’t care. He just wants to talk.

This is not the first time it happened with him. It’s every time. That’s why I try not to call him.

Killing Bigfoot

They have a new TV show called “Killing Bigfoot.” Half the town wants to shoot Bigfoot, the other half wants to save him.
This has to be the dumbest show ever. In order to kill Bigfoot, there has to be a Bigfoot. I seen the other Bigfoot shows, and not once did I see a Bigfoot.
You watch some of these Bigfoot shows and the people are funny. Then bang on a tree with a stick and they hear an echo or some noise and they think it’s Bigfoot. Like Bigfoot is going to walk around carrying a stick waiting for somebody to bang on a tree.
If somebody asked me to go on a Bigfoot hunt with them I would probably go. It seems like a fun night. With my luck I would come fact to face with a Bigfoot and not have a camera. I would tell the rest of the group that me and Bigfoot were three feet apart. They would ask for a picture and I would say that I don’t have one and nobody would believe me. Why would they believe me, they would think I’m making it up.

What Is She Doing Now?

I took this picture back in the 1980’s in Penn Station. I was into photography back then and always carried my camera with me. Right when I took this picture, the little girl turned around and looked at me.

This picture haunted me for a long time. I always wondered what happened to that little girl. She probably is in her 30’s by now. I kind of wish I could find her and give her a copy of the picture.

Would be funny if I met her and gave her the picture and she said, “I always wondered what happened to that guy who took my picture way back when.”img034