How ya like my hat? Fuzz ball hat

How ya like my hat? Fuzz ball hat




I was enjoying my normal Sunday morning at the White Plains Flea Market, when I came across this fuzz ball hat. I had no desire to buy it. But I did want some pictures for my, ‘How ya like my hat?’ gig.

I asked the vendor, Reggie, “Can you take some pictures of me wearing this hat?”

He said, “Sure.”

I took my Washington Redskin hat off and posed for some pictures. Figuring six photos were enough to choose from, I said, “Thank you.” as I sat the hat back in it’s place.”

“You can have it for a buck.”

I, “Stuttered” for a moment.

Then he said, “Just take it, it’s yours.”

While, putting the hat back on my head, I said, “Thank you.” then headed further into the market.

A friend of mine was staring at my funny hat, while saying, “That hat’s much better, than the one in your hand.” Anyone could tell he’s a Dallas Cowboy fan, by the hat he was wearing.

I sent him a sideways grin while saying, “Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’ll give you a dollar for your hat.”

“You have two already. What do you want with mine?”

“I have to use the rest room and there is no toilet paper.”

“Get out of here you fool.” So we hugged and went our separate ways.

Later at the La Plata, Starbucks, my barista kept staring at my fuzz ball hat. “Nice hat.”

“You want it?”

“How much?”

“Nothing, take it, it’s yours.”


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Your three words, my little story; Andrew, Jadis, Rick

Your three words, my little story; Andrew, Jadis, Rick

The last time I saw ANDREW, was a few years ago in Northern Virginia. He was my defense attorney, for a jewel heist trail. That case was nothing compared to this one.




This time I was accused of murdering a DJ in Atlanta, Georgia. The victim’s name was Clay Moore. I met him years ago at a family reunion in Ellijay, Georgia. He was a terrible cook, but a good disk jockey. I told some people about his lack of culinary skills and he was killed shortly after that. I was dumbfounded, when I heard this. I didn’t think he deserved to be killed for making a terrible Sloppy Joe.

I was arrested with-in hours of his death, because of my, “…..terrible cook remark.”

I think it had something to do with the local Bar-B-Que Association. I heard through the grapevine, it was about battered meat.

I told him once, “You’re a great DJ and seem to be a nice guy.” But this information didn’t find it’s way to my defense council.

Wondering if Andrew could handle a case of this nature, I contacted Ben Matlock out of Atlanta. Ben told me, “Give me a day to look into your case. I’ll let you know, mid-day tomorrow.

Later that evening Andrew gave me more information about Clay’s death. He said, “Mr. Moore was struck in the head with a baseball bat several times, till he laid motionless in the street. We also found a witness, her name is JADIS and she’s coming to the Sherriff’s Office at 2 pm.”




Stunned, I asked, “What did she witness?”

She said, “The killer was wearing a leather jacket over a white t-shirt.”




Two-thirty that afternoon, I, along with four other men, stood in a line-up, wearing leather jackets. The police officer had each one of us step forward, turn to the left, to the right, then step back in line. Andrew told me later, “She choose number five.” I was number two.

Since all of the evidence against me was strictly circumstantial, they had no choice but to release me. I asked Andrew, “What’s up with number five?”

“It’s a guy named Negan. Apparently, Negan and Jadis were living together and a guy named RICK came between them. Negan got so angry, that he and his bat took it out on an innocent bystander.”




“So Clay, had nothing to do with it.”

Andrew said, “Yep, poor guy.”

“So what happens now?”

“Clay gets buried tomorrow, they’ve arrested Negan, Rick went back to Virginia, you’re free and I have a date with Jadis tonight.”


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Your three words, my little story: confiscate, pyramid, region

Your three words, my little story: confiscate, pyramid & region

In 1995, my ex wife and I took a trip to Israel, for the Holy Land Tour, hopefully it won’t be my last.

One of my strongest memories, of the trip, was how tan the scenery was. I guess it could have been a combination of the REGION and the excursion taken by our tour guide. It really wasn’t a colorful country, but to date it was the most exciting trip I ever took.




During the trip we visited the Tomb, where Jesus was laid to rest, after being crucified on the cross. Sea of Galilee, which our Pastor’s son was lucky enough to steer the boat on his thirteenth birthday. We stood on top of Masada, overlooking a grand sight including the Dead Sea. After that we actually floated in/on the Dead Sea. We saw many, many more historical sights, including the birthplace of Jesus Christ.




After visiting these famed points of interest, we were invited to continue the trip for four more days in Egypt, since we were close, the price would have been discounted. The thought of visiting ‘The Great Sphinx of Giza’, ‘Mount Sinai’ or stand by an authentic Egyptian PYRAMID was enticing, but we didn’t have the money to spend on another luxurious vacation, so we continued home.




We purchased several souvenirs while in Israel: one was a hat, that I bought at a little shop on a bend of the Jordan River, another was a dead misquote that was trapped inside some tree sap and we also bought some Jerusalem jelly.

Standing at customs, after landing back in the states, we were asked, “Do you have anything to claim?”

While we were thinking, I said, “This was a great vacation, but it’s really nice to be home.”

“Again, do you have anything to claim?”

Wondering if they were going to CONISCATE anything, I said, “We bought some really nice jelly. Is that what you’re talking about?”

“Is that all?”

“That’s it, as far as I can remember. Oh, I bought a misquote in some tree sap.”

They didn’t even open our bags, she simply waved us on, as she grinned and said, “Welcome home Mr. and Mrs. McDonald, nice to have you back.”


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