Rolling Out Those Lazy, Hazy, Crazy Days--And Just Plain Crazies

Finally back home and enjoying summer visitors from Germany, Guam, and Okinawa (looks like we have to import our friends). Still no camera (I left it on the plane flying from Newark to Norfolk), though Continental says it may take a while and it could be in the Lost and Found warehouse in Houston.

Crazies? You betcha. Plenty still out there to offer good summer laughs. Now there are what's call "birthers" who claim Obama was not born in American and hence should not be our prez. This despite the state of Hawaii confirming his birth in Honolulu and providing his birth certificate. Scratch a "birther" and you'll find an Obama-hating, right-wing extremist.

I like my crazies to be of the lazy, hazy variety. Like these classic, languid summer days that have arrived of late. Long walks, worrying only about the crab grass that is overtaking my lawn, long afternoons eating steamed clams and drinking cold white wine with good friends. As regards my camera, my Buddha inner self continues to be philosophical about it all--the Western outside of me wants to cry.

Off to the store for more wine and supplies for another few days of sweet summer.