The Average Urban Pigeon

I thought about how much of my entire life I have spent studying, visiting, worrying about, & basically contemplating 'public statues' ..hmm.. ... trying to figure the amount of time in hours. I think the answer is closer to zero than ten. If you include Mt Rushmore and Crazy Horse, then, yes, more than ten, but that kinda goes with the territory when you are raised in the Pahá Sápa of the Dakota Territory.

It would be an interesting study to know if the average urban pigeon spends more time sitting on statues than their neighbor humans do visiting them.

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Obama's tweet in response to Charlottesville is officially the most liked tweet ever. I bet Trump personally called to congratulate him.

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I have learned how to properly dispose of the dark chocolate that comes in the bag of mixed Hershey's Miniatures. I cut the dark chocolate pieces in half, then eat a dark half with a regular 'good' milk chocolate or a Krackel, in a 1:2 ratio, evil:good

I used to be someone's Krackel dealer, but she is gone, and that is one of the saddest events of my life (where someone didn't die). 

I suddenly realized just now that I started blogging 10 years ago just after she mysteriously disappeared and cancelled our friendship without bothering to tell me. I have absolutely no idea why she left. She moved from Borger to Amarillo and was busy with her third pregnancy. I thought she was getting close to being my best friend, then, -poof- she was gone. I was clueless for several years. I even wrote her several letters, getting no replies, giving her updates on our family. I would see her mother-in-law occasionly, who would give me vague replies, like, 'she sure is busy with her kids' and I would ask her to tell my 'friend' hi for me.

I did phone her once about three years ago to let her know about a wonderful new future event (addition) in our family. She only demanded harshly, 'How did I get her phone number?!?!?' - I told her it was public information from the white pages. She demanded that I never call her again and hung up!!! 

Imagine my shock. I have absolutely no idea what I have done to this person to receive such treatment.  I have discussed this with my wife a few times, but I don't think I have told very many people until now. 

On a road trip to Houston one time shortly after that phone call, I saw someone walking by who looked remarkably close to her as I was getting something to eat out of my cooler in the back of our SUV at a gas station. I told myself, 'You just need to stop thinking about her, she doesn't want you in her life.' I didn't realize that I had actually said this out loud, because my wife up front in the drivers seat said, 'Why did you say that?' - not knowing who I was talking about. I told my wife who I was talking about but not the event, the woman walking by, that had caused it. Then my wife said, 'Oh, I saw that woman walk by who looked like T_____.'