2013-0622 Letter/Audio

22Jun13

Hi All –

I hope you are all enjoying this beautiful weather!  I see in the newspaper that there is a chance of rain soon.  I hope so, we could use some rain.  Now, I can hear you asking, “Why do you need rain?  Are you out of water?  Did you forget to pay your water bill?”  My answer, of course, is no, I did not forget to pay the water bill.  You’ve missed the bull’s eye on this one.  More to the point, we need the rain to help water all the vegetation in the area, to increase the amount of water in our reservoirs and to add to the water table.   I know this is a ho-hum issue for some of you, truly boring and about as exciting as watching paint dry.  But other people find this an interesting topic.  And no, I don’t know who those people are.  Maybe they’re in the intermediate group. 

I mentioned in class that I would look up what “ho-dad” meant because it is one of the 67 English words that I don’t know.  Fortunately, when I arrived home, my dictionary was at hand so I immediately looked it up.  I didn’t want this responsibility gnawing at me any longer.  The term “ho-dad” stems from the 1950’s and was used to denote a non-surfer who spent time at the beach masquerading as a surfer, ostensibly to attract girls in bikinis.  Having never surfed in my life, I was unfamiliar with the term.  I have, however, been to the beach and I even saw a girl there once.  Of course at that time, being a poor college student, I had the look of a ghetto dweller who already had been taken to the cleaners by confidence men.  She quickly deduced that I was penniless and could not make ends meet so she had no interest in me. Now is that irrefutable proof that women are more interested in money than love?

Well, if you ever want other terms defined, I am at your disposal.  I mean, if you were in my shoes, wouldn’t you do the same?  On these warm, sunny days, you can find me in the nearest nickelodeon, watching a silent movie.  Or perhaps at Johnny Rocket’s, the burger joint that has table-top jukeboxes which play popular songs from the 50’s for a nickel.  Johnny Rocket’s is not a high-class eating establishment, you’ll find no obsequious waiters fawning over every customer.  When I was there, the ambience was shattered by a noise from outside.  Some college students in a truck were going through the garbage; the driver evidently was sleepy because his head drooped down far enough to honk the horn.  Well THAT woke everybody up as the blare of a truck horn is somewhat more strident than the gentle murmuring of, say, a babbling brook.  Hopefully, that was a wake-up call to the driver to abstain from driving while exhausted.  They immediately left as stealthily as they could but they were a day late and a dollar short because everyone was already staring at them. 

Take care,

Kevin