Give me 10
What woman will we see on the 10 dollar bill? The debate is on. Frankly, I never saw the honor in having one’s face on U.S. currency. I mean, think about what we do with our cash. We fold it up, stick it in our wallets and then sit on it all day. We keep it in our stinky socks or in our sweaty bras (I do both). For all the love we have for money, we don’t treat it with any real respect. That being said, if they end up putting a Kardashian on the 10 spot, I quit.
Big money
It has been brought to my attention that some women are peeved because they had originally asked to be represented on the $20, not the $10. Men, huh? They will just never give you the numbers you want.
Ripped Rev.
I had a pretty funny Doug Taylor joke to pass along, but I ain’t telling it. Have you seen Mr. Taylor lately? The dude is ripped!
We ain’t clowning around
On Pine Street in Lewiston Friday night, I spotted a Ronald McDonald-looking clown doll strapped to the front of a truck. Boy, you talk about your tough neighborhood. And that’s nothing compared to what they did with Mayor McCheese.
Wild Kingdom
On Thursday, I watched a cat chasing a field mouse back and forth across Pine Street in Lewiston. It was all Tom and Jerry out there. The chase went on for several minutes, with the mouse seeking refuge beneath roadside litter and the cat chasing it with claws a-flying. Great entertainment. And also a great reminder that I spend way, WAY too much time on Pine Street.
Bob-In, Wobble Out
The Bob-In tavern in Waterville has been sold and the name will be changed to The Temple Street Tavern. This has nothing to do with Lewiston, it just really bums me out. It’s akin to The Cage changing its name to The Downtown Lewiston Drinkery or something lame like that. The Bob-In is an institution. An institution that beats you over the head with a pool stick and steals your wallet every time you go there, but an institution nonetheless. I have many fine memories of the place. Actually, I don’t remember much of the hours spent on those bar stools, but I’m sure it was all wholesome good times.
This is my year
Sorry if I seem distracted lately. I’ve been hard at work trying to come up with my 2016 campaign slogan. So far all I have is “Are you going to eat that?” “There’s absolutely no reason to Google my name” and “It wasn’t me, it was some other guy.”
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