It''s late!

Hi late nighters!
As the late Ricky Nelson once sang, "Look at that clock, why can't it be wrong" I'm going to the dentist tomorrow and hoping I can sleep through it! I remember being young. In fact, I believe I still am. Not the "young " of today. I don't multi-task, don't like rap, still believe romance is for two members of the opposite sex to be fully explored only after marriage. But I believe I am almost as young as I was 40 years ago, in the same way that I was young then. I remember when a week was too long to wait for anything! Especially too long to wait for a week end! Now I can wait a year for most anything. Except to make a pit stop. I had beaucoups of fun during my school years. I love that word! It's not bo -coops y'all, it's pronounced boocoo. It's french for oodles. Now go out and use it today. As the old adage goes, "It's not school I don't like-It's the principal of the thing!". Actually the principals weren't so bad, it was the assistant principals. They were the ones who carried out corporal punishment. They had the specialized paddles with the grooves and holes cut in them. One coach had a paddle with a 3 foot long handle. He could glide that wooden whacker in a wide arc, at a moderate speed and by the time the business end of it reached the business of me, it was moving at quantum speed. They put to practice, the theory of relativity. They believed the impact of that grooved bun warmer relative to the screaming nerve endings associated with the gluteus maximas would be enough to thwart the criminal tendencies any unfortunate subjects who challenged the establishment. But nay, there were some who seemed impervious to the whole process. It was like flicking a fly! Of course these guys didn't know their gluteus maximus from a hole in the ground. I would just love to know where that saying came from! You'd have to be a real nuckle head, a total lame brain not to know that. I think that used to be the army test. If you could answer that question correctly, you were enlisted. If you couldn't the IRS could still use you.
What I was getting at is that I was so relieved to have finished high school. I was finally free from the bondage of forced learning. I was a bright kid! Really! I can quote articles from car magazines that I haven't read in 50 years. I know the CID (cubic inch displacement) and horsepower of all of the muscle cars. It's just that I didn't like putting boring information into my mind for the purpose of getting the socially preferred alphabets on my report card, which would declare me suitable and valuable in the world's socio-economic system. You know what? I still don't. It's my mind and I get to say what goes in there! And I don't care much for broccoli. Thank you President George Herman Walker Bush! That man had guts! He didn't take any dodo from anybody! Sorry parents. It won't get any worse. Afterall, that is a partial indirect quasi-quote from the senior Bush. Which brings me to the suggested reading for the week. Hunchback of Notre Dame, by Victor Hugo. Only reason I read it was because it was paired with another favorite by Hugo, Les Miserables. I never know how to pronounce that one. Hugo always has an agenda to push. I may not totally agree with it, but his writings are very interesting. very detailed. very deep. Hunchback is also a good read, featuring Quasimoto. Quasi means "resembling" and moto could mean ox or beast. then it might mean fig pudding. The other interesting thing is that someone told me that an ox is simply a cow that has been allowed to grow very large. Well, naturally, I wanted to know more. I think it's more to do with the occupation of the cow. Also some stipulate that the cow must be castrated, or as an elderly acquaintance of mine used to say, in all seriousness, he should be casperated. That creates a more vivid picture in my mind. I would not like being stipulated, casperated or paddled with an overgrown splintered ping pong paddle.
I hope there's time for a nap tomorrow!
Merry Wednesday everyone! .