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  I thought we left the mess behind in 2020.   But 2021 is shaping up to be crazy.   A different kind of crazy, but membrane insane, none the less.   I saw a post where a billionaire was on the verge of tears in a tizzy about “normal” people costing him money.   His hedge fund shorted a stock, and normal people decided to run up the price.   It ended up costing him billions.   He said it was an attack on the wealthy.   He said normal people were manipulating the market for profit.   This same guy was “fined” half a million dollars by the SEC a few years ago for insider trading.   His lawyers pleaded it down because he was supposed to go t jail.   Remember that thing Martha Stewart did and got a few years in orange?   He did that, but bigger.   Hypocrite.   He’s one of a hundred hedge fund guys that do it, and get away with it, because they donate to Congress, and the SEC.   Corruption is insane.   I’m watching it unfold in AR

 I wish I could play the banjo.   I’d like to do old rock and punk covers with it.   I’d make a video a day and post it to Youtube.   I told a friend about it.   I said words that often don’t come into my vocabulary.   “I might be too old to start.”   He took a sip of beer from a bottle and stared at the fire.   “Didn’t you tell me you had fifty more years to live?”   It gave me pause.   Made me laugh.   Cause I did say that.   I don’t know where I got that in my mind.   The time I have left.   My hippie mom went to a palm reader in a trailer once when I was a kid.   Beat up thing at the end of a dirt road near the river.   The trailer, not the palm reader.   I don’t recall my palm being read then.   And I haven’t had it done since.   Not by a professional at least.   There were a few girls in college who were “sensitive” though.   Told me I had a good aura.   Said I gave off good vibes.   They might have been a little tipsy.   And I was putting off a vibe of sorts, the kind young men

  I thought about you as I went to sleep last night.   Those words can be good or bad.   It brings to mind a lot of questions.   Most important?   What did you think?   How did you think?   A simple phrase designed to let you know you were on my mind can create a lot of anxiety.   I was thinking about what to tell you today.   About the books I’d have for you.   About the book I’m writing for you.   I was thinking about sharing some inside information with you.   About how excited I am today for this brand new world we are waking up in.   I was this excited four years ago.   New things, even if they are more of the same, can get me worked up.   Even if I know they don’t matter.   Here are a few things I do know.   If you know ten people, it follows a pattern.   One loves you. Unconditionally. Three Like you.   Three are indifferent.   And three of them don’t like you.   One of them could even hate you.  

  The Marshal of Magic - The Devil You Know           "I need your help." I tried not to jump and failed miserably. At least I didn't let out a squeal of terror. More like a little squeak. Loud enough to elicit a snort. "Devil," I rolled my eyes. "Demon," he corrected. It's easy to carry on a conversation with a disembodied voice, but it can make one look crazy. I wasn't so worried about the crazy part. Long winded education and philosophical discussions with a ghost made many people stare and then look away. This time, even Elvis stared at me like I was taking a swim in the deep end of the insanity pool. Guess he couldn't hear the voice. "Tomato, potato," I waved a hand back and forth in the air. "From your perspective," the lecture started. I headed it off at the pass. "I'm mortal, my time is limited, yada, yada, yada. What do you want?" "Are you okay?" Beth,