Y’all do *not* want to hear me rant and rave about my homeward commute today, in which a woman behind me who was totally engrossed in a phone convo tried to run a red light. Problem. I had *stopped* at that red light [although people in the next lane over did not] and she damn near creamed my little Ninja vee-hickle. Get off da phone, fer Kee-reist! And I dunno what’s going on at the left-turn signal going from Jackson onto N. Maple but it was only letting a fraction of the vee-hickles it usually allows through it before turning yellow. I had to wait four cycles to get through it. I was not a happy camper. And then, I was [finally] on the little streets of the Landfill neighborhood and… Sigh… Some colleges are finished for the year and a couple of the usual starry-eyed young volunteers were walking around with clipboards, wearing t-shirts emblazoned with the name of one environmental organization or another. I couldn’t make out the words exactly but I saw the earth. I hate when these starry-eyed kids knock on my door. I hate it even more when they ask me if I know about this or that environmental issue. I have learned [finally] that it is best not to mention that I am a Lake Superior land-owner or whatever. That just gets them faaaarrrrred up thinking that I’m a good prospect for giving them money. Nowadays, I just say, “Yes, I know about that. I *do* read, you know.” In what I hope is a very droll sounding voice. I mean, I am not sure who they think they are talking to. Some baggy old grump, maybe? Er, yeah, maybe they are. Anyway. Kids, trolling the neighborhoods of hard-working people asking for penny-ante donations when people are just getting home from work is *not* the way to save the earth. We do care and a lot of us, especially here on the Planet Ann Arbor, fer kee-reist, are already trying to figger ways to cut down on our footprint. But the little dribs and drabs you might finagle out of the people in my neighborhood are *not* gonna change the world. Anyway, those kids were headed a different direction than my house and they haven’t been here yet unless they came while I was slodging around in the dungeon or something but I can hear the doorbell down there so maybe not. At any rate, the GG is home now, so if they ring my bell, I’ll just get him to answer the door. He’s more polite than I am.

This guy, who’s been in my “garden” since the Dark Ages, has always looked like a Courtois to me. The GG differs. Whaddy’all Courtois folks think?

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