PLINKY: Overheard at My Own Funeral

Just killing time in the CCU!

TOP TEN THINGS HEARD AT MY FUNERAL:

⑩ “Who’s got the keys to the Shore House?”

⑨ “Whose got his passwords?”

⑧ “What do we do with 1,000 pounds of nitrogen packed rice?”

⑦ “What’s this about him having a George and a Martha at home?”

⑥ “Who wants 200 copies of CHURCH 10●19●62?”

⑤ “What can we do with 10,000 rounds of 22 longs?”

④ “How many long guns did he buy and where are they buried?”

③ “Never mind that, you fool, where did the old fart bury his gold?”

② “Remember: Don’t anyone touch the refrigerator! He was certifiable.”

AND THE NUMBER ONE THING HEARD AT MY FUNERAL:

① “Man! Am I glad that know-it-all-sob has left the building. Now lets get to the reading of the will.”

(ROFL, everyone will be surprised. I’ll have spent it all!)

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PLINKY: My Life, Ten Years From Now

I hope I’m still blogging … probably from the home for old bloggers. With any luck, I’ll still be “advocating” for my “patient”.

Under the heading of “jumbo shrimp, the tooth fairy, and honest politicians” (i.e., things we wish for but don’t exist), I’d hope I had: won the lotto, seen the return to honest money, and Peace on Earth.

PLINKY: That Special Book in My Life

My first novel. Five decades after it could have been written.

“CHURCH 10●19●62” 978-0-557-08387-9

Action, adventure, fiction, Cuban Missle Crisis, TEOTWAWKI, Alternative history, heroic, and I wrote it.

It’s what I wished had happened.

How’s that for sad?