the Catcher in the Rye

here comes the catcher, making his play....

ok so I go shopping for stuff at CVS and Vons, two companies who didn't have a plastic bag ban yet..but apparently overnight, the ban took effect...so I bought a canvas bag at CVS and carried four items sans bag out of Vons....normally the cute check out girl bags my groceries but this time she just stood there, hands free for 30 seconds..do you know what she could have done with her hands in 30 seconds...figure it out!  That's the thing about girls. Every time they do something pretty, even if they're not much to look at, or even if they're sort of stupid, you fall half in love with them, and then you never know where the hell you are. Girls. Jesus Christ. They can drive you crazy. They really can.

imagine that..private companies forcing the poor spoiled American consumers to carry their own tote bags instead of just throwing them away ...how inconvenient

next I go get gas and now they ask me if I'm a Von's Club member in addition to the zip code I have to provide...why do I have to tell them if I'm a Von's Club member to get gas so I said no even though I am

ok then I hear the great catcher from the 1975 Red Sox/Reds game Carleton Fisk was busted for DUI in Chicago...go back to Boston, get sober and coach or something.....God knows the Red Sox need some help!!

then a Christian GOP Senate candidate in Indiana (no surprise there) says a pregnancy resulting from rape is in God's plan...more proof that organized religion makes stupid people stupidly stupider

then I see Noozhawk for some reason pulled the story about the wrong way drunk driver who somehow got the family he plowed into to blame the sheriff and recoup $4 million from the tax payers thanks to the baraccuda of Santa Barbara, Barry Cappello....

You know that song 'If a body catch a body comin' through the rye'? I'd like — "
"It's 'If a body meet a body coming through the rye'!" old Phoebe said. "It's a poem. By Robert Burns."

"I know it's a poem by Robert Burns."
She was right, though. It is "If a body meet a body coming through the rye." I didn't know it then, though.

"I thought it was 'If a body catch a body,'" I said. "Anyway, I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big field of rye and all. Thousands of little kids, and nobody's around — nobody big, I mean — except me. And I'm standing on the edge of some crazy cliff. What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff — I mean if they're running and they don't look where they're going I have to come out from somewhere and catch them. That's all I'd do all day. I'd just be the catcher in the rye and all. I know it's crazy, but that's the only thing I'd really like to be. I know it's crazy."