Death in Paradise

Every now and then, public TV comes up with a really good series. I am sure it’s by accident. I’m convinced it can’t be intentional. I really enjoyed the one a decade or so ago where they went around searching for unexploded bombs during World War II. It wasn’t just entertaining but eye-opening as well.

Doyle’s War, a riveting television series, captivates audiences with its intricate portrayal of a British detective’s tumultuous journey through the harrowing landscape of wartime Britain. The show’s narrative prowess lies in its ability to seamlessly blend historical authenticity with gripping storytelling, presenting viewers with a labyrinthine plot that unfolds with breathtaking unpredictability. Each episode is a masterclass in suspense, meticulously crafted to challenge viewers’ expectations and immerse them in the raw, unfiltered reality of a nation besieged by conflict, where every scene pulses with tension and unresolved mysteries.

“Death in Paradise” has grown on me unexpectedly. Initially, I found the theme music grating and the characters somewhat unconvincing. However, over time, the show’s unique charm has won me over. The quirky musical intro, once irritating, now feels like a delightful prelude to each episode. The characters, who initially seemed contrived, have developed a surprising depth and authenticity. I now not only enjoy the series but have even found myself re-watching episodes, drawn in by both the engaging storylines and the now-endearing musical theme.

How-some-ever, even with the allure of a tropical paradise, I would hesitate to reside in a location with such a high incidence of violent crime. Living there would be reminiscent of being an acquaintance of Jessica Fletcher, the fictional mystery novelist known for encountering numerous murders in her vicinity.

I Had to Do it

I had no choice. My old phone was turning off at irregular times. Worse, people kept sending me messages on it and flip phones are not good for receiving messages. They are even worse for sending them.

So I finally shelled at the money for an I-Phone. I really have no idea why. I rarely use a phone. Both my sons told me I should get the Apple phone because it is so much easier. So I finally went down and paid almost 700 for the fourteen.

I guess it is a better phone but not worth that much for the phone itself. However, I did find one thing on it I have been looking for the the last 35 years. It has an electronic magnifier that allows me to read the fine print, you know the kind that a magnifying glass isn’t enough. Moreover, the engineers messed up. It is easy to use.

Perhaps the thing is more useful as a camera than as a phone.

There is one problem that I have yet to deal with though. Getting photos between the phone and the computer. I do have a couple of ideas yet, but neither is better than just connecting the phone to the PC via USB. Also I have not figured out how to print from the phone. That might mean moving the photos from the phone to the PC, which I can’t do. Universal? I now have 4 different USB cables and there is nothing universal about them.

Two Bridge Afterthoughts

If the third “bridge” is a tunnel, then it would not be three bridges. Don’t know why I didn’t think of that.

Also, with them making all those mistakes in Memphis; with all those folks moving south, it really would be better to put the tunnel through to Desoto County. I mean, even now, Desoto County is growing leaps and bounds and Memphis is losing people, substantially. It only makes sense to build the bridge/tunnel south of the state line.

Third Bridge?

I don’t know. They are talking about it again. Maybe. I have no doubt it will happen sometime. Six lanes will not be enough, especially if there is an obstruction.

On the other hand they could go to a tunnel, which is what I would be in favor of. Though I’m not sure, it would likely take less time. One thing for sure. The problem with ice and snow would be drastically reduced.

Besides all this, it would mean less targets for the barges to hit. Seems all supports will eventually be hit. Kind of inevitable.

I would hope they put it in south of where the old bridge is now by at least a couple of miles. It does seem logical, which of course means they will put it between the 55 and 40 bridge to increase the congestion.

I really don’t know why I am writing this. The chances of those engineers listening to the likes of me really aren’t very high. I really have no idea why they won’t listen to me. My ideas are really so much better than theirs. I suspect that the tunnel would be less expensive and faster too.

Tunnel Vision

They keep blaming the measles outbreak on a lack of vaccination. To some degree, I will readily admit that some, maybe most of the cases come from children who come from north of the border.

However, they seem to be defiantly ignoring those coming from south of the border. This likely includes many other diseases as well, likely including TB & AIDS.

It’s time the officials take the blinders off and they need to look south for the source at least some of the problem.

After all, no one has been doing any screening as they did those coming in through NY,NY.

Seven Days Without Pizza Makes One Week

It’s a well-known, indisputable fact. Maybe that is why I’m not as strong as I should be. I wish I could eat pizza more regularly, but, you know, things don’t always work out. Generally, I get to eat it about once every 3 or 4 weeks; far more than 7 days.

Still, I got on my Amazon Fire and ordered a 14-inch Domino’s pizza for my wife and me. Some pizza enthusiasts may disapprove of my choice to order ham and pineapple on a hand-tossed crust. However, we both enjoy pineapple, and this is the United States, where we are still permitted to order the toppings we prefer.

We didn’t have to wait long. Well, you know, when waiting for pizza, it always seems to take a long time. They got it right, they got it hot, and they got it good. I figured they deserve a proper word of appreciation.

Now the question is, will I be stronger in the morning?

Lying Low

Correction, lying really low.

One side effect of sending illegal aliens to their own country. They are now lying very low. Hence, they are less likely to do anything illegal. If they were citizens, we might even call them model citizens.

However, they are neither citizens nor model citizens. They, in effect, have stolen one of the prized possessions in the world. They have taken on the pretense of having the most valuable citizenship on this planet.

That is one of the worst forms of theft. It is the reason they lie very low. Though their citizenship is stolen, they realize it is so valuable that they hold onto it tenaciously, to the point of risking life and limb.

We citizens should value our citizenship as much as those who don’t have it.

Waste Not, Want Not

Apparently, the dems never heard the saying. Clearly, they have been grossly wasteful. It has gotten to a point where it would be pointless to deny it. And, oh yes. The rinos have been busy helping them.

Well, I might be a little kind in saying they know not the saying. It is quite possible that the dems seek the financial downfall of the US. They certainly could not cause more damage if they tried. Ergo, perhaps, maybe, possibly, they were and are trying.

Work for Food?

Yesterday, a young man knocked on my door offering to rake the leaves in my yard. I was a bit surprised, as my yard was already mostly clear of fallen leaves. I politely informed him that his services were not needed at this time.

When he asked for food, I initially hesitated, as I generally avoid giving money to panhandlers. However, he did not seem to be begging outright, so I decided to offer him a five-dollar bill, which may not have gone far in today’s economy, but could still provide him with sustenance for a day or two.

The reason I avoid giving money to beggars is that it can become habit-forming and a way of life. It is better that I encourage people to earn their living; it is better for them than for me. The worst thing to do for someone is to teach them to beg.

Unfortunately, some individuals have resorted to begging as a means of survival. The pleas they make, while varied, often follow a similar pattern, such as requesting assistance with transportation costs to return home. It appears that even the smallest denominations of currency have become insufficient due to the effects of inflation on their circumstances.

Besides learning bad habits, it also creates problems for those who truly need help, those who are genuinely hungry, though they have made real attempts. To be sure, I say no to those in true need because of the fakes.

I noticed just a while ago on TV, they pointed out the starvation in Africa. It both angers me and pulls at my heartstrings. The reason those people are going hungry has nothing to do with the lack of generosity of Americans. It has rather been caused by the greed of some individuals, mostly dems, who have diverted the aid to themselves.

Unfortunately, it has been repeatedly proven that our government is the least effective and efficient way of distributing groceries. Indeed, much of the food and supplies never reach their intended destinations.

This has been proven again with the audits of USAID. However, it didn’t start there. Remember the aid sent to Puerto Rico. It happens every time. We send three times the aid they need, and they receive only two-thirds of what they need.

It would be great to send food to those hungry people, if it would reach them. The problem is that thieves tend to pilfer the supplies along the way.

Horses as Pets

I enjoy writing on a diverse range of topics. Since I haven’t encountered a prompt about horses before, I decided to explore the subject independently.

In the early 20th century, horses were the primary mode of transportation for most people, while only the affluent could afford automobiles. This was a stark contrast to the modern era, where cars have become ubiquitous and accessible to a wider range of the population.

Keeping horses has become a luxury that only the affluent can afford. For the majority of us, driving cars has become the more practical and accessible mode of transportation. However, some individuals may still need to rely on walking to get around.

In the future, if the environmental movement continues to gain momentum, the majority of people may have to rely on walking or using non-motorized forms of transportation, such as horses. Only the wealthiest individuals will likely have access to motorized vehicles.

I have never owned any horses, nor have I ridden any. The closest I’ve come was riding a motorcycle, though that is not very close to the experience of riding a horse.

Over the years, I have developed a strong interest in owning a small herd of horses, perhaps around six. This desire is not driven by any intention to race them or use them for practical purposes, but rather a personal fascination and appreciation for these majestic animals. The idea of caring for and interacting with horses on a regular basis holds a certain appeal, as I believe it could provide a sense of tranquility and connection with nature. While the responsibility of owning and maintaining a small stable of horses would be significant, the potential rewards in terms of personal fulfillment and enjoyment make it an enticing prospect that I have considered pursuing.

I would care for them regularly to ensure their well-being and provide them with a sense of purpose. Although they would be considered pets, I would shower them with affection and attention, treating them as beloved companions.

I adore horses and watching them gallop fills me with joy. I’ve had the pleasure of petting them before, and it seems they enjoy the interaction as much as I do.

While the idea of owning horses may seem appealing, the practical realities of providing for their needs on a limited income can present significant challenges. Maintaining a horse requires substantial financial resources to cover expenses such as food, shelter, veterinary care, and other necessities. Given the constraints of living on Social Security, it may be prudent to explore more feasible hobbies or activities that align with your current financial situation and lifestyle.

Maybe when I get to heaven, God will let me have a few horses. I think that would be nice.