The Sentinel News Friday 200424

The Sentinel All the news that's fit to print and some that's not.
Social Distancing I had to go out this morning and was impressed that people here are keeping up the distancing and wearing masks, except for a few young folks that think they are invincible. But then they were also wearing shorts and just a T shirt during a cold morning, so that tells me they are nucking futz. With schools closed and people only going out when necessary there is little traffic. I have been out driving so little that I still have more than a half tank of gas that I filled over a month ago. This is a hay day for those with big gas gussler vehicles. Spring is here in all its typical weather here, cloudy, uncomfortably cool and lots of rain just about every other day. I wait all winter and spring for nice warm weather of summer and then a few weeks into that I am ready for fall.	Something Weird In the last few years I am having frequent premonitions. I get some thought in my head and shortly thereafter whatever the thought was it comes true. It is wonderful and scary at the same time. In the last of our casino days, I would know when my hand was a loser, even when I had a hand that was nearly unbeatable. I was never wrong, but had to play the hand because it was so good. By the same token, I had hands that should never be played and when I did anyway I won. For a long time I was thinking about bad things that could happen in my life and they did soon after. I have started cancelling those thoughts and replacing them with good things and that has worked so far. If this sounds far-fetched to you, imagine what it seems to me. I am no psychic by any means, closer to a psychotic than a psychic.	Memory Corner My grandfather worked at the post office for 40 years. The station he worked at had a club that met once a month to drink a few and talk and play cards. One time when I was just a youngster he hosted the monthly gathering at our clubhouse on a slough off the Mississippi river. He asked me to be a runner for the guys drinking at the party. He said that it would be fun and the guys would tip me generously for bring them their drinks. I was happy to do anything for grandpa and the thought of picking up some change for an afternoon was a bonus. Because grandpa did not hear well those clowns were referring to him as old wooden ear. That hurt me dearly but I was too young to kick the shit out of them and couldn't tell grandpa because that would have hurt his feelings. I hustled all day long with running for their drinks and those cheap bastards never once gave me a nickel. That's the way things go at times in life.