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Hello my fellow Politiores Troglodytes. This Blog is a collection of Posts, Poems, & Short Stories that I write on a daily basis. If you find it entertaining, informative, and controversial, then I have done my job properly. Thank goodness too, because Karma has been on my case of late. I'm supposed to bring fifty people into the fold or I'll have to give back the part of Einstein's brain I inherited. No, I'm not one of the Scientists who got a piece of his brain when he died. Karma said, "Eat this knowledge. It'll make you smarter!" The bargain I made with Karma was, if I could change fifty people into Politiores Populos, I would be rewarded with my very own Lamborghini. So, that's my story and I'm sticking to it! Like what you're reading, then read on. P.S. Populo is Latin for people. Politiores is Latin for educated. Troglodytes is English for troglodytes. And Einstein's brain was stolen by Thomas Stoltz Harvey after his death in 1955 and eventually divvied up into 240 pieces. If you just read that last sentence, then you have just learned something and I'm just that much closer to fulfilling my commitment to Karma!

Tuesday, June 14, 2016

I Am Now A Contributing Member Of Society

OK,
so I have been away from my computer for awhile.
Can you blame me?
We all need a break once in awhile from the grind of everyday life.
Even though I have,
what you would call,
as an easy life!
I get to sit around all day,
writing on my Blog
watching my kids
and grandkids grow up.
It doesn't get any better than that.
I do have a little story I would like to tell you.
My Dad,
who will be 91 years old this coming September,
told me I could come
and stay at his apartment the first day when I arrived into town while on my vacation.
He lives in a
55 & Older Apartment Complex.
He told me that we would be able to sneak me in and out of the complex,
in the morning,
without anyone being the wiser.
I guess residents can't have guest sleep over in this complex.
So I come rolling up to his place around two-thirty a.m. local time.
I wake him up
and he lets me into his apartment.
What I didn't tell him is,
that while I was driving to Wisconsin from California,
in Iowa,
a deer jumped out in front of me
and I hit the poor thing with my daughter's car.
Since I came into town so late in the night,
I was exhausted.
So I slept until eleven-thirty in the morning that first day.
Before I had awaken,
the
Apartment Manager
was told that there was an abandon car in the visitor's parking lot,
all smashed up.
So she called the Police.
Luckily for me,
a friend of my Dad's was downstairs at the
Manger's Office
at the same time the Police arrived.
She told them that
Delbert Hauenstein
had a son coming in from California
and that it was my car.
The Police ran the plates
and confirmed that it belonged to a
Hauenstein.
So,
not only was I not able to sneak out of the apartment complex in the morning,
on my first day in town,
the Police had to be called because of me.
My family had a real good laugh about it saying,
"Just like the old days, before you moved to California Jim. The Police had to be called about something you did."
I'm sure the
55 & Older Community
will be talking about this one for months.
What else do they have to do?
Except to gossip
and play cards.

This is,
I Am Not The Trouble Maker I Was In My Youth,
I Am Now A Contributing Member Of Society,
Jim Hauenstein,

And,

“You couldn't be satisfied with being an amateur asshole, could you, Jimbo! You had to go and turn pro on me!”
 -
Susan Elizabeth Phillips -

That is my story and I am sticking to it!

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