Who do you think you are?
Blaska feels like king of the hill today. This unhandy man installed a ceiling fan at his son’s condo and, by Gawd, it works! O.K., it was a three-day project. Deduct one man point for consulting the instructions. Multiple times. Sure, Blaska forgot to flip one of the circuit breakers back on and everything in Number One Son’s refrigerator spoiled. But the ceiling fan WORKS! It’s ALIVE! as Dr. Frankenstein exclaimed.
The very same day brought more highs to the high life. John Nolen Drive narrows to two lanes at Lakeside Street before crossing Monona Bay. There is signage. The signs are red capes to the bull-headed daredevils who see a challenge. Pass all the cars lined up in the lane that does not merge and quick duck in.
Sure enough, on this heaven-sent day, one such road warrior — likely an ally of Vladimir Putin — is looming very large very quickly in the passenger side rear-view mirror. Good Citizen Blaska wrestles his well worn (and paid for) Explorer SportTrac to the right, blocking the interloper’s outside passing move while still claiming the center lane. Praise be Dale Earnhardt! Thou shall not invade Crimea!
Light turns green and Blaska leads the parade of model drivers leaving the rival Mr. Big Stuff sadder but wiser, as the Music Man would sing.
Platinum Subscriber Bonus effluent:
• Long live King Charles v3.0. May his reign last as long as his mother’s!
• Has anyone ridden the flex lane on the Beltline highway? Is it fun?
• The Lovely Lisa brought me blueberry pie from the Norske Nook in DeForest. Always remember, kids. They wouldn’t make it if it wasn’t good for you.
• You’ve got the throne, Charles v3.0, now use it! Unleash your inner Henry v8.0! Declare martial law! Round up the socialists and lock ‘em in the Tower!
Blaska’s Bottom Line: There’s something to be said for remaining above politics. That explains, we think, the affection here in the Colonies for the late Queen Elizabeth v2.0. That, her links to history, and her sense of duty. Some republics elect a president who is largely ceremonial for the same reason. Israel is one.