Dear Madame Zoltar

Hello, ladies and gentlemen.  How are you?  I hope that you're feeling well.  I'm feeling OK.  The weather continues to be delightful.  Soon, though, will come the bite of winter.  Take it one day at a time, and everything will be fine.

The Packers just keep beating every other team.  This Sunday they start at 4: 30 pm. at Dallas.  Make them cry, boys.

 Here's the standings from the Irregular Football League:

Things don't seem to move much on that board.

Now, about the Las Vegas mass murders, it's difficult for me to even gather my thoughts  What makes someone act out like that?  He planned the attack.  He was the Angel of Death, randomly firing into the crowd below.  It was some sort of automatic weapon or a semi-automatic made to fire fast.  He killed so many and injured a catastrophic number.  So now life has changed for many, many people.

What the hell is the matter with these bloodsuckers?  They suddenly jump out at you and attempt to attach themselves to you.  Nice work if you can get it.

I'm sure that you heard about Tom Petty.  He was the same age as Mr. OrbsCorbs.  Que spooky music.  Let's dance my last dance  Everybody jump up and down for a minute.  There you go.  This dance will sweep the nation.

Thanks for stopping by to talk a little bit.

 madamezoltar@jtirregulars.com

 Get out and enjoy this weather.  Soon enough, we'll see the s-word.  No, no, no.
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