Spring has sprung.....

.....a bit of a leak. Not all that unusual here in NorCal ‘n more’n welcome this p’ticklar year as we’re in a pretty severe drought situation.....so waking up to the pitter patter of raindrops ain’t what you might call a bad thing.
Last February I wrote that it felt like Spring ‘n it looked like Spring but it wudn’t really Spring...it was a faux Spring that’d do until the real thing came along...’n now here it is again....ev’ry year in mid-February this happens....ragtops drop, bicycles proliferate, blooms bloom ‘n buds pop ‘n joggers ‘n walkers come out of hibernation ‘n politics takes a temporary backseat... God’s in his heaven ‘n alls right with the world....all illusion, of course....A mirage, a magic trick by Mother Nature....but no less welcome...it’s surprising how good a few hours of sun can make a body feel... smiles come out, the DQ is crowded ‘n people feel good even tho’ the world is in turrible shape....but don’cha know the world is always in turrible shape...if it ain’t drought, it’s floods or fire or mudslides...at least here in the land of fruits ‘n nutz......’n we shouldn’t discount earthquakes...I’m told we’re overdue for a big one.....’n down there in Baghdad by t’bay, the city that put Gomorrah in Sodom (or versa vice, whatever’s your pleasure) someone as we speak is prob’ly looking to find one honest man t’convince him to pack his fam’ly ‘n head for higher ground.....if we’uz to end up with a pillar of salt atop Mt Diablo it might make believers of us all.....
But I digress as I usually do when I find m’self sitting in front of the computer listening to the durn chickens...it don’t take all that much to drive an old man batty y’know....’n especially if he happens t’be a little batty to begin with.....
I’ve been asked again (well, inquiries were made) about the name I use on this blog ‘n on FB.....when I wuz an impressionable kid back in my way back when time, there was a comic book called ‘Kid Colt’.....about a ‘good’ bad guy, sort of a precursor to the movies anti-hero thing that Eastwood does so well (comic books have always been ahead of the game).....anyways, buried in the middle of that comic book, there was always a one-page story (words, no pics) about a fictional wide spot in the almost fictional State of Texas with a cast of characters with colorful names one of which was Justin Other Smith...I don’t recall the other names ‘n don’t really remember much about the character of Justin Other Smith other than he was some kind of comic relief ‘n it don’t matter anyhow.....being an adolescent at the time, I tho’t it was a really cool name ‘n sometime in my teens I adopted it as a ‘nom de plume’....I used it to hide behind for several years ‘n finally decided that it was just too childishly adolescent ‘n dropped it.....’n the only defense that I have now in my dotage is that I don’t give a damn now whether it’s childish or stupid or anything else...it ain’t nobodys ‘bidness’ but my own..... on that proverbial other hand, thanks for asking ‘cuz it means that someone somewhere is reading this tripe ‘n getting (hopefully) a chuckle out of it.....