Well there was quite a mystery the day the roof was changed, regarding the previous tenants, the Eagletons visiting, they left me there forwarding address for mail which I punched into my phone. My phone gobbled up the first addition so while they were still around, with the original roof from 1956 all but torn off completely above us as we stood in the extended part of the house, which they themselves had built for themselves. Well the second addition of their address details were gobbled up by my phone and then a letter arrived in the mail for they [sic] son (presumably) the next day or so. Something which never had happened before as previously only mail had arrived for the mother (that was visiting with her husband) had arrived from her old high school.
Also a very elegant looking military plane (with propellers) flew over the house from the west, a flight path I had never seen before as the jumbo jets and helicopters use much different flight paths, generally from the north although the helicopter uses a south south westerly approach also I suppose. I can't really see any relationships there, just coincidences and quirks.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Curtis_Sliwa
Curtis SLiwa
That roof was $18,700 aud btw. Well one american station you can call is WABC 77 in NYC. Their app doesn't work on my phone but you can just Google wabc listen live and Livestream and call in. What's constitutional and or technically possible I can't explain anymore than my new and old roof, the Eagletons' mail and address details on my phone nor the almost unseen military flight paths from the west. But truth be told, there was a while where my phone absolutely would not let me call wabc on a free regular line.
I called in a bit last (Australian summer) and spoke with Curtis' wife about running over a possum (she's an anti animal cruelty activist). Today (Monday morning around 6am winter Australia time) I talked to Curtis briefly about monkey pox.
Then Curtis went off talking about Joan of Arc. Apparently she's the patron saint of France. That reminds me the french news will be on. Desi and I left my utility vehicle opposite the bus depot in Mona Vale (Biden's gas prices) and made the 35 minutes drive home in her SUV. Prior to that Alex and I were having some father son time together before he hits puberty (won't be long) on the Red Herring where I made a very lucky escape in my unusual learning style, this time almost a major blunder.
So anyway there was Curtis talking about Joan of Arc. These New Yorkers at WABC 77 have a thick stream of catholicism brewing amongst them. As a citizen of Spain (where catholicism is written into the national constitution), I'm comfortable with Curtis', Bill O'Reilly's and whoever's catholicism there. I must say my father was extremely reactionary against both the Catholic church AND the dictatorship in Spain.
I will tell you one of my buddies in Spain, in Murcia, as a 19 year old kid, was the grandson of one of Generalissimo Franco's highest level air force chiefs. One time Fernando made the trip to Madrid (by airplane of course, as his father was a pilot also) to watch the American group Korn. Fernando showed me his grandfather's apartment in Madrid, it was a veritable museum, left tal cual, just as the man himself had left it. And yes, he was one of the top air force chiefs, if not the very boss, of the Spanish air force under Franco. He had numerous photos with Franco in his military fatigues. While my father despised the dictatorship, my mother's mother loved it. I loved my buddy Fernando! But not in a gay way. In fact, his parents made friends with some other local parents in their small town and hung out together for a while when Fernando was a little kid. Well I ended up dating the daughter of those friends of Fernando's parents.
What surprised me, on our first date, Elsa's father dropped her off for her date with me in his chunky pricey BMW. I remember he pulled up behind me in Floridablanca on the south side of the stinky river there in Barrio del Carmen (Murcia is pretty small and charming) while I was sitting in a shitbox old Seat (Fiat) 127 hatchback. I was wondering why this guy is trying to affirm his daughter messing around with dopey guys like me. Now that I have daughters I totally understand why fathers will be happy to see their daughters get a boyfriend, hopefully a keeper and leave the nest.
We hung out a few times at the beach with her parents that spring (around March April 1996).
Well as I was telling, in person here in Australia, (on Sunday, yesterday) a kind of mover and shaker new acquaintance I'm making these days, whose sailing skills and connections I admire, I was once working for a very high level communist party member in china. Now that I think of it, their prized black BMWs for the party elite, were the same as Elsa's father's BMW (new), only black, instead of white.
I'm still listening to WABC 77 as the guy after Curtis, Vinnie, is playing his Sunday music songs. Another guy at WABC 77 I spoke with recently apart from Rita, was Rudy Giuliani. I mentioned talking to Rudy to a Democrat Socal bus driver from the depot (huggable chubby Californian whitey). He is so pro democrat anti Trump he thought talking to Rudy was stupid because noone wants to talk to him. Aliens don't exist either because he used to make documentaries about aliens for the History channel or whoever (he's an editor) and it was all fake. I wrote out an 'achievement award' for him congratulating him on being able to eat without soiling himself and dribbling on himself (even on a basketball court, ha ha). It's tucked away in the sun visor of my ride. Have to remember to serve his dumb ass with it. What a dope.
Une chansons bro...
https://youtu.be/n_evKxWHx3Q
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