Dear Madame Zoltar

Hello, my sweltering sweeties!  How are you?  Hot, hot, hot, is my guess, although most of us have access to air conditioning.  I feel sorry for Mr. drewzepmeister because of the conditions he has to work in.  Well, “they” are saying that today will be the last day in the 90’s, and then we’re back in the 80’s again.  Low to mid-80’s I can tolerate, although I prefer it cooler.  This 90 and over stuff really drains me.  And, of course, “it’s not the heat, it’s the humidity.”  Mr. hale-bopp has higher heat than us, but lower humidity.  I was in Arizona once and it’s true that the drier heat doesn’t feel as oppressive as the humid heat.  In any case, I prefer neither.

I like it warm, not hot; cool, not cold,

I might move before I get too old.

Now that the great recall election is over (mostly), it would be nice if we could “all get along,” in the words of the late Rodney King.  My prediction, however, is that the presidential campaign and election will keep the fires of hatred fueled.  Even after that, the bickering will go on.  "A house divided against itself cannot stand."  Well, we shall see.

I noticed that our Mr. Mayor Dickert was in the news again concerning a lawsuit over the settlement of his previous lawsuit. I predict that before all is said and done that at least one more lawsuit will result from this.  I try so hard to make Junior see the advantages of becoming an attorney, but all he wants to be is a roadie for Die Kill Dead, his favorite band.  Oh dear.  I tell him that no matter the outcome of any case, the lawyers always win.  It’s the perfect career choice for Junior.  I want to see him in a handsome suit, in court, wowing the judge and jury with his oratory skills.  I don’t want to see him deaf at 25, addicted to God knows what.  Of course, if Junior doesn’t have what it takes to become a lawyer, there’s always politics.  Anybody (or thing) can do that. 

Señor Zanza, Junior, and I went to North Beach last week.  Oh my, how nice it is!  I haven’t been there in a long, long time.  There were many people enjoying themselves.  I remember North Beach as deserted.  Now it’s beautiful and welcoming.  I know that the work of Dr. Julie Kinzelman, from Racine’s Health Department, was crucial in reclaiming the beach.  Also, Mr. Paul Curtin cleaned up and reopened the North Beach Oasis.  Thank you so much to both of these people for their work in turning North Beach into one of our city’s jewels again.

Beware, my dears, the dangers of the water.  Racine just lost a 16 year old boy to drowning at Quarry Lake Park.  Last year, an even younger boy drowned near North Pier by North Beach.  Personally, I can swim to save my life, but not much else.  I stay out of the deeper water.  A large bathtub is the perfect place for me to swim.

Thank you for reading my blog this week.  If you were here, I’d smooch you on the lips, each and every one of you.  I love my audience.  They are part of my extended family.

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Don’t get too hot, my friends.  Enjoy the weather, but don’t overdue it.  Now we learn that too much sun is bad for the skin and eyes.  Moderation in all things, my dears.  Ebriose!