Bait and Switch......................OR?

 Along the Ohio shores of Lake Erie, the climate can zip from Chiily Willie to Hotsie Tottsie in the blink of one or more eyes.  This morning's newspaper, which always provides half a page of local conditions, along with a spoonful of worldwide statistics, all very nice in its encapsulated form, waited until page A7 to introduce us to a, new to me, change of title.  The short but welcome warmth betwixt 100 plus days of Chilly Willie was forever referred to as, "Indian Summer."  Whence the title is unknown in the spot between my ears, therefore, I merely accepted it because the nick-name was used by all I knew.  Page A7 surreptitiously sneaked it in, under the fold, (lower half of the page), below the top half, filled with 4 color, scary car prices!  "Second Summer" was used 13 times in the short article.  "Indian Summer" was nowhere to be seen.  Was the new moniker's repetition the plan?  New world order backers say if something is said over and over, the people will believe it.  I refuse to lose any sleep over the new term.  On my ratings meter, it registered a resounding, "Meh."  Question is, what happens when the cancel culture meets?  Will they demand the name of "Guardian Summer?"  OR...do the lime green shirt, outdoor laborers push for their version called, "When it ain't real hot."  Stay tuned.

Driving down Center Road last week, I saw a sign in the window of an auto repair shop that read, "Free Belt Checks!" I walked in, raised my shirt, exposing my 2-1/2" wide, black, leather belt and asked, "Whatcha think?"  Two quite large men hurdled the counter, each cradling an elbow, gently escorted me to my car.  Opening the driver door, it was requested that I never, EVER, enter the shop again.  Recalling a 2 word phrase oft used by my now heavenly ex-pat Mom, I whispered, "Well, FINE!"

From the Cook Book Department:  Howse come there's no "H" in sugar?  

Twice in awhile, I heard a person can quickly become insanely rich on the "Dark Web."  Following 3 consecutive HMMMs, I jump-started the desktop and entered.  Thank God, my pacemaker was in peak condition!  I honestly thought I was experiencing the final minutes on this 3rd rock from the sun.  Stretching my right arm, I finally hit the "X" at the monitor's upper right and breathed several sighs of relief.  What a scam...that web was so frikkity-frakkin dark, I kept tripping over boxes, furniture and Lord knows what else!  I'm staying on the light web!

   Where millionaire dreams go to die