09 January 2011

Of Bombs and Bugs

Tom Bomb lives next door to me.  If you think that’s his real name you’re crazy.  He’s in impeccable physical shape for what his age must be.  I think he does one hundred pushups every morning with one arm.  He is always well groomed and affable and has a serious Jesus streak that comes out in preaching and other conversation.  He runs a Bible study class a couple times a week and has two students out of four hundred possible learners. 

I sat down this morning with him in the front lobby to talk for a bit.  He told me about the Big Three (Russia, China and the US having a big fight over something and soon) and then told me that Arizona is about to blow up, so is Maryland and be sure to watch Michigan.  I think he was talking about The Rapture, not football.  Tom is such a good deceiver that he believes most of what he lies about. On Monday his mother is Russian (Tom is black) and on Tuesday she’s Mexican.

He’s fun to be with in the music room with a piano (he and I) and a couple ladies with guitars jamming on Southern gospel music – which has more guts and drive than any songs I ever heard out of the mainline churches.  He and others help a lot of people, singing and playing music in hospitals and nursing homes and the occasional church where they don’t know him real well.  He visits sick people.  He is an ok neighbor, there are worse.

A lady asked me the other day, if you put a strip of sticky tape on the floor under your entrance door, would it stop bedbugs from coming in, or was it an old wives tale.  Now as far as old wives are concerned, I always wanted one who went pretty much her own way.  The companionship just isn’t the same if you sit on the balcony and smoke your pipe with your favorite cat.  Besides cats cost five hundred dollars here.

Of course sticky tape will stop bedbugs.  Kind of like those mouse and roach traps.  The bugs get their feet stuck on the tape and can’t move them.  But if the resident is playing music, rock and roll is best, they sway back and forth from left to right.  This is the origin of the Bug Dance which you can watch right below here.





It is very cold here and there’s a big hole in the ice in the middle of the lake with footprints leading to it.  I imagine somebody threw a big rock in.  Ta!