#and he wants to act all holier than thou while being a 50 year old man beefing with a late 20s early 30s year old woman

[mey-rin-is-fabulous]

I feel like ranting again cause I'm annoyed. So my cat went to the vet, he's fine just needed his ear drained because of hematoma I think.

Anyway my mom's idiot boyfriend while I was petting said cat says to me "I paid 980 for that cat to go to the vet"

No the hell he didn't. The actual price is like between 600-700 and me and my mom paid, I gave my mom an envelope full of cash that I had on hand

The money for the goddang cat is coming out of my mom's check not his(he actually doesn't even have a check because he doesn't work right now, counting the days until he does and he wants to go on about me not working)

And its my mom's cat, she paid to have him fixed, she paid when her boyfriend's idiot nephews dog attacked said cat and she's paying now and he wants to call the cat his just because he buys the litter and food

I am just so sick of all his bullcrap and while my mom was making the appointment for the cat he was going on about how they would need to amputate his ear, like dude you do not joke about stuff like that

[coll2mitts]

#77 Grease (1978)

Slick your hair back and grab your team jacket, we’re hand-jiving our way through Grease, a movie about bunch of hot, self-motivated ladies with their whole futures ahead of them settling for a bunch of schmucks.

Grease is a strange experience to relive as an adult, because it was (as I suspect with a lot of people) ever-present in my childhood, and I didn’t understand the great majority of references then.  This movie was intended as an 8th birthday present from my mother; I came home from school one day and the VHS was sitting on our kitchen countertop unwrapped.  I didn’t recognize it, so when I asked my mom what it was, she feigned confusion for about 10 seconds before she gave up and said, “I bought it for your birthday, I guess you get it early now.”  She promised me I’d like it when I popped it into the VHS player, and she wasn’t wrong.  I hadn’t watched this movie in over a decade and I still could recite the majority of the dialogue.

While this movie is a toned down significantly from the stage show, it is still fairly raunchy in parts.  What is kind of hilarious to me is Grease’s gradual shift in categorization over time as a “kids musical”.  In 5th grade, my sister played Sandy in her elementary school’s production of it.  I asked if she remembered any of the lines they changed to keep things “appropriate” (the Kidz Bopification, if you will) and she responded, “No, I just thought it was weird I had to go out and buy a sexy outfit.”  Conversely, my 5th grade play was about the history of America and I dressed up like Martha Washington.  I’ll never forget the 50 Nifty United States from 13 original colonies... SHOUT ‘em, SCOUT ‘em, TELL all about 'em, ONE BY ONE till we’ve given a day to every state in the U-S-A.  AL-A-bama, Alaska, Arizona, Arkansas, California, Colorado, CON-NE-TI-CUT...

Anyway, do I think it’s weird that a movie about a bunch of horny teenagers has become Baby’s First Adult Musical?  Sorta.  Not really.  I mean, the dudes act like children for the majority of this, so I’m not surprised, at least.  It had, for sure, turned me off from wanting to date high school dudes when I was in high school.  The high school girls, however... we’ll get there.

It’s the first day of school, and the oldest high school seniors I’ve ever seen are poised to take on their last year at Rydell High.  The “T” Birds and their very uncool matching jackets are reunited after a summer apart and their super-senior leader Kenickie, played by the late Jeff Conaway, regales the tale of lugging boxes to earn money for a sweet ride, which you could feasibly do back in the 1950s.  Danny, played by John Travolta, spent his summer getting action at the beach, which he eloquently describes as “flippin’”.  

Frenchy and her new neighbor Sandy rendezvous with the Pink Ladies, who have very cool matching jackets and the unabashed confidence to go with them.  Stockard Channing, who plays Rizzo, is turned off by Sandy’s pure, seemingly holier-than-thou persona, and is dismayed when Sandy starts to describe her sickly sweet summer romance.  Her interest is only piqued when Sandy mentions her hunky date was notorious playboy and Rizzo’s ex, Danny Zuko.  

Sidenote: When I was a child, I thought Sonny asked if her “jugs were bigger than her nets”.  I asked my mother what “nets” were, since I surmised that jugs meant breasts, and she didn’t know, which I thought was weird.  It wasn’t until THIS MOMENT that I realized he was asking if her jugs were bigger than Annette’s.  Who the fuck is Annette?  Like the Mickey Mouseketeer Annette?!  Rizzo sings about her later and I’m just like.. this revelation has lead to more questions than answers.

Rizzo hatches a plan to call Danny out on his shit and reunite Sandy with Danny at the school pep rally, as they know her boyfriend is an asshat.  He predictably reacts maturely; Not wanting to admit his previous story of getting fresh with some cute Australian girl down in the sand was somewhat hyperbolic, he plays it off like he doesn’t give a shit about her, reducing Sandy to tears.  Frenchy comforts Sandy like the supportive queen that she is and invites her to join the Pink Ladies at a sleepover.

Honestly, a Pink Ladies sleepover looks lit as fuck.  As a kid (and now, tbh) I was Jan, I wanted to be Marty, I wanted to fuck Rizzo, and I wanted Frenchy as my best friend.  I would totally be down to drink champagne, eat Twinkies and mutilate our body parts with needles.  Sandy is a bit of a late bloomer and reacts to these series of events by puking.  Rizzo decides to be a bit of a slag and make fun of Sandy for being an inexperienced virgin before shimming down a drainpipe to get laid by some jerk with a shitty car and a 6-year-old condom.

Sandy, whose night has done nothing to alleviate her heartbreak, sings a song about being in love with a coward.  Part of the deal Oliva Newton-John signed to be cast in this movie specified she have her own solo number, so “Hopelessly Devoted” was written and filmed after the rest of the movie had been completed.  This feel pretty obvious, since it gives off a very strong 1970s pop Best Original Song vibe.  When I was a kid, I used this song as a break to use the bathroom or grab a snack, but as an adult I find myself humming it every so often.

Speaking of contract-obligated solos, we’re treated to a Travolta-led “Greased Lightning”, which I always thought was weird, cause like, who is going to sing a song about their friend getting tit in their sweet car?  Jeff Conaway played Danny on Broadway, he deserved better...  Also, I’m CONVINCED this song got the Pop-Up Video treatment, but couldn’t find it online anywhere.  Otherwise, how the hell else would the fact that they thought John Travolta putting the saran wrap on his crotch was too racy live rent free in my head for like 20 years?

After encountering Sandy on a date with a jock, Danny decides he’s going to join a sports team to prove to her he can be a motivated team player.  Instead, he just physically assaults several members of his school, but it’s fine because he’s wearing a uniform when he does it.  This is enough to impress Sandy, as she accepts Danny’s invitation to the school dance.

The other gang members are going through their own drama, as Rizzo is sick of giving it up to Kenickie without receiving a modicum of respect.  

“A hickey from Kenickie is like a Hallmark card.  When you care enough to send the very best.”

Danny regresses and continues to act like a shithead to Sandy in front of her friends.

“I don’t like tea.” “You don’t have to drink tea!” “Well, I don’t like parents.”

Jan and Putzie begin an innocent and adorable romance, which proves it’s possible to start off a relationship with mutual respect, even if your friends make fun of you for it.

“I also think there’s more to you than just fat.” “...Thanks.”

I love this scene, there’s so many good lines.

Frenchy, who had dropped out of Rydell to pursue a career in cosmetology, is also in crisis as her stint in beauty school went very poorly.  After hours, she somehow hallucinates Frankie Avalon advising her to get her high school degree.

As a child, I was so proud of myself when I realized all these women played other roles in the movie, as if facial recognition was an important skill.

The day of the big dance finally arrives, as National Bandstand comes to Rydell High with roofie-wielding predator and television host Vince Fontaine.  Rizzo arrives with the leader of the rival gang, while Kenickie has his best girl, Cha Cha, as his date, because they are both very well-adjusted teenagers that know how to work through conflict by communicating and not using desperate attempts to make each other jealous.  Danny and Sandy are cutting up a rug until Sonny attempts to physically assault Sandy, and Danny just lets it happen because another one of his exes, Cha Cha, starts to dance with him while Sandy is rebuffing Sonny’s advances.  Cha Cha and Danny subsequently win the contest.  Honestly, this is so fucked up, I would have dropped Danny after this lapse of good judgement.

But no, Sandy still allows him to take her on a date to the drive-in, and it’s not until he elbows her in the boob and then tries to cop a feel in front of everybody that she finally blows him off.  Then he has the absolute gall to act emo about it because he’s afraid people will think he’s a loser.  Jesus Christ.

Kenickie is also hurting, as he discovers that Rizzo is pregnant and she doesn’t want anything to do with him, regardless of what being an unwed mother will do to her reputation.  He decides to process these emotions by racing Greased Lighting for pink slips, as he likes to live his life a quarter mile at a time.  Unfortunately, Danny steals Kenickie’s thunder (road) yet again, as he’s forced to take his place in the race because of a car door-related closed head injury.  Sandy is impressed by Danny’s driving skillz and decides to sex herself up for an unreliable and emotionally manipulative teenager.  Danny has a similar inclination and decides to put on a nice sweater to win Sandy back, which is something, I guess.  They declare they’re the one each other needs, oh yes indeed.

The school year ends, and all the boys end up paired with the girls.  Rizzo finds out she’s not pregnant and reunites with Kenickie?!  Marty ends up with Sonny even though he’s a handsy creep.  Danny and Sandy are just an mess with incompatible expectations of each other.  But at least Jan and Putzie and Frenchy and Doodie are fairly inoffensive.  The end.

This movie is great, even all these years later.  The entire cast is fantastic, even those with smaller bit parts.  I was *living* for the school staff, Principal McGee and Coach Calhoun especially.  Grease also jump started my lifelong love for Stockard Channing.  She’s great in The West Wing, but her part as Sister Husband in Where the Heart Is may be my favorite performance of hers.  I’ve watched that movie so many times I can’t even call it a guilty pleasure, I love it so much.

Olivia Newton-John wasn’t even sure she wanted to be in this movie and requested a screen test so she could see if she was good at acting.  John Travolta was enamored with her and helped convince Olivia she was perfect for the part, and he wasn’t wrong.  She gives such a strong performance as Sandy; I bought her transformation from clean-cut cinnamon roll to sexpot completely.  John Travolta was also unbelievably charming as Danny, and I found myself giggling at his line deliveries constantly.

The songs are also unbelievably catchy (albeit somewhat annoying after you’ve heard them 700 times).  Barry Gibb, my favorite Pras-adjacent composer, wrote the theme for the movie and it just bops so hard.  As a well-documented detractor of Doo Wop music, there’s not a whole lot else here for me, but that’s not going to blind me to the excellence of this soundtrack.  There is a reason this movie is revered as much as it is.  10/10, fun for the whole family, as long as the kids don’t understand the references.

[pennswoodsman]

It’s like coming out of the closet.

As a cannabis user for the past 2 decades, the last 2 years have been revolutionary. I got high for the first time with my friend Bill back in 1992. I got drunk for the first time with my friend John around the same time. I got violently ill with alcohol but I had a blast with cannabis. I knew almost right away that cannabis was going to be my intoxicant of choice. This left me with a major stigma, of course. I had to spend the next 24 years not sure how people would react to my choice of getting intoxicated to relax at night. I got a lot of shit from a whole lot of people. People who said I “did drugs”. Effectively putting me on the same level as a heroin or Crystal meth abuser. In college, being a cannabis user meant that I sometimes ended up meeting actual junkies. I had absolutely nothing in common with these people other than we enjoyed a schedule 1 drug. Mine was less dangerous than alcohol while theirs was the worst of the worst. Yet, we ended up in the same circle due to me not being able to purchase it any other way. I hated that. I resented that. 

Things like making friends always had the possibility of being judged, scoffed at and looked at with total scorn. At West Chester and Ferrum, I used to attend parties full of drunken idiots, but often got dirty looks from people for being the one smoking a bowl instead of drinking. I was generally banned from smoking in someone’s house, which I totally get. It is illegal and they don’t want to get in trouble. Ferrum also had a “zero tolerance drug policy”. Which meant you would get in just as much trouble for a joint than you would for heroin.  At least on paper. Drinking, of course, was totally normal and could take place right in the open. 

On many occasions, I have been made to feel shame by someone who loves to drink by the implication that their way of getting intoxicated was better than mine, theirs was fun and harmless, where as mine was evil and dangerous. a few examples come to mind. One was my best friend’s brother in law’s ex wife.  She was a major drinker and all her stories on Facebook revolved around her getting totally trashed at pubs every night  or being so hung over the following day she could barely function. One time I suggested switching to cannabis and she got ridiculously offended with a “I don’t do that shit.  I might like to drink, but I don’t touch drugs!!” This is a typical response (not to mention ironic as she is now a crystal meth addict). Another time I was at a pub with 2 friends of Bill’s near his old apartment. Bill had left to do something so I was hanging out with these other 2.  One of them was a single woman named Erin. She was really attractive and I was really doing my best to work up the nerve to try to engage her in conversation. The problem was she and the guy were both big drinkers and all of their stories were about drinking. Literally. I was waiting for the subject to change to a topic I could add something too.  But it never presented itself. So, even though I knew it could backfire, I brought up stories of mine about cannabis. I stopped telling stories revolving around it’s use alone ages ago, but I wanted to fit in, and get her attention. They both seemed less than impressed but didn’t say anything. The following day I was talking to Bill on the phone and he told me his buddy said I was “totally sweating Erin” which was true. But, she was really turned off by my use of cannabis and how I “kept bringing it up”. Meanwhile I was all “Say whaaaa?!” When I say all of their stories that night were about drinking, I mean there was literally not a single story they told that wasn’t about drinking, yet I was the weirdo druggie who wouldn’t stop telling boring stories about getting the reefer madness. 

In my experience, it was usually women who judged me the most about it. Or at least their judgement is the one I heard about the most (maybe because I didn’t give a fuck what the dudes thought, as I wasn’t trying to date them). Even Tammy said back in the early 2000s that it was something that was fine to “experiment” with when you’re a teen, but once you “grow up” you give it up. I asked her what was that based on, she just shrugged and said it’s just how she feels.  Fair enough, but it still struck me as illogical as the thing you do as a “grown up” is far more dangerous, and tends to make you act way more childish when intoxicated.  But, again, there was no arguing with “marra-jah-wanna is an illegal drug and alcohol is a time honored way to socialize”.  The worst of those arguments for me was with my buddy Anthony’s wife Colleen. She has open contempt for cannabis users and had no problem getting in my face about it at every opportunity (in addition to getting in my face about Israel and how Jews are criminals, then flipping out if you respond by bringing up Northern Ireland. But that’s a rant for another day). Her contempt reached a whole new level at a Halloween party at my house back in 2004. I was talking to someone else about growing my own cannabis. She started to get in my face about being a “drug user” and how it’s destroying society. I asked her how was I hurting anyone by smoking it on my back porch at night after work? She started to say that it hurts children because when I buy it from the dealer, I’ll smoke up with him right in front of his children (which I sure as fuck have never done), that it changes people’s personality for the worse (but alcohol did not, according to her) it destroys families and in order to get my drugs, it has to be smuggled by evil drug cartels who murder innocent people “because of people like YOU”. When I tried to say that’s why cannabis should be legal, taking the power out of the hands of the evil cartels, she laughed and said “that’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard”. She has a brother who is a criminal. Among many other things he did illegally, he sold weed.  His adolescent daughters ended up in foster care with her and Anthony due to him being in prison at the time. To me, this was the worst of anecdotal evidence. She seemed to think all cannabis users are guilty this happened. Not that her brother was a total sociopath. That was 15 years ago and she is one of those people that I’m willing to bet you would still double down on this sentiment, as she pretty much will never admit to being wrong. Even once various states began to legalize it’s use and almost everything I said would happen happened (drug cartels losing huge amounts of money, tax revenue going to help social programs, victimless crimes not wasting the police’s time, and no, it’s not going to result in everyone getting stoned 24/7, for a few examples) it all didn’t matter. She sure as hell doesn’t have to listen to anything a stupid druggie says. As we’re all a bunch of doped up liars who only care about our own pleasure. All that being said, there have been plenty of men who have judged me harshly too.  I always suspected my old buddy Mike and I drifted apart due to his attitude about cannabis (among other things). Although it’s kind of funny that his wife enjoys it, gave it up after college because it’s illegal. Then he was shocked when she said she would resume using it when it’s fully legal. 

This is all not to mention the shit my mother used to give me about it. She was the only one who was worse than Colleen...at least towards me. 

Other examples:

My ex-GF Nina one time was openly showing contempt when I made some remark about still smoking in my 50s.  She said “wait, you are planning to still be smoking weed in your 50s?!” I was all “Yea.  Why not? Why does that matter?!” She responded with something to the extent of “You never plan to grow up?!” This was at the end of our relationship and she started off the relationship with not caring about cannabis use but by the end she was always giving me shit about it. To a point where I was uncomfortable even bringing it up, because it would result in a long boring holier than thou rant about how bad it is, grow ups don’t use it, etc. I was not upset when we broke up.

My Ex-GF Lisa wasn’t too bad about it in that she didn’t bring it up very often. I just promised I would never be high when we were together, a promise I always kept. Her late father had spent time in prison on Moonshining charges and she admitted that there wasn’t that much of a difference.  But alas, it’s a “drug” and alcohol is legal. Therefore one is immoral and one is just fine. Very cut and dry.

When my soon to be ex-wife was having an affair with he who shall not be named, he used my cannabis usage as another way to show my inferiority to him.  He was a dysfunctional alcoholic, but what I did was only for hippie idiots so therefore it was only logical to have open contempt for me.

My late mother used to referred to my father’s cannabis use as our family’s “dirty little secret”. Very effectively attaching shame and guilt to it’s use...which was totally her intention. She also always referred to it as “dope” and “drugs”. She would always accuse me of being high even when I wasn’t. She would go out of her way to try to catch me (if I was coming home late, she would wait up, even if my friends were with me, so she could tell me my “eyes look funny” or “I’m acting funny”. I’ll leave it at that, as I have a lot of issues with my late mother and the way she treated me like a criminal for cannabis use.

But, it’s dramatic policy change in our country has led to a dramatic attitude change. Last week, I got attitude from a woman who was a drinker who acted like I was a druggie for owning a medical card but didn’t drink, but this attitude is becoming the exception rather than the rule. Before, I couldn’t even add it to my online dating profile because I had to always assume it was an instant turn off...even though it would be something that they would find out about eventually.  Thank freakin’ god.

[keywestlou]

MORNING STEW #37

So much news out there. Especially re coronavirus. Makes it impossible to organize. So it is another Morning Stew day. I go as far as my notes will take me.

A problem. I am into my sixth day of self-quarantine. Isolation. Spend a lot of time on my cell phone and computer.

Since yesterday both are moving slow. Takes forever to go from one thing to another on the computer.

A few weeks ago, I began a podcast on Facebook. A day time thing. Several minutes, one issue. I rant and rave.

Do the show off my cell phone. The last step is “connect.” Not connecting. I have been unable to do the podcast for 3 days.

Means a visit to Verizon. Do not want to leave the house. I am Pruell equipped. N95 masks and gloves not yet received. Expect delivery this week. When received, I will be off to Verizon to correct the cell phone problem. Face mask, gloves, and all.

In the meantime, my What Bugs Me Today podcast will be off the air.

I am having my groceries delivered from Publix. Second delivery yesterday.

I enjoy salmon. Never would buy it in a store to prepare at home. Always enjoyed it out. Stuck now. So I had 4 filets delivered. Looked up on the computer various ways to prepare. Followed the frying instructions. A little olive oil, salt and pepper. Voila! Chef Louis did it!

Delicious!

I may learn some things during my home confinement.

I will be doing Tuesday Talk with Key West Lou tonight at 9 my time. A quick half hour. Definitely ranting and raving! Coronavirus provides the opportunity. www.blogtalkradio.com/key-west-lou.

Key West is a prime real estate town. Many buying and renting.

The coronavirus is affecting the manner of selling/renting. The virus has affected the way 1 in 4 properties are sold or rented nationally.

Open houses have been stopped. Potential buyers or renters are required to wash their hands or use hand sanitizer. They must also remove shoes or wear footsies.

The percentage of change is higher in Washington and California. Washington 47 percent and California 34 percent.

It will become modus operandi for Key West in short order.

The world is slowing down. The U.S. included. With all the closings and everything else happening, America is at a standstill.

China hit the worse. Millions of Chinese affected by the virus.

In every picture I saw of China, the people were wearing masks. The reports were the Chinese people were also being tested.

I appreciate the Chinese can make anything and swiftly. However the numbers affected were overwhelming in China.

Now comes Jack Ma. He is China’s richest man. He announced friday he was shipping 1 million masks and 500,000 testing kits to the U.S. They were ready to fly out of Shanghai friday.

He did not say where or to whom the masks and kits were going.

Ma previously pledged $14.5 million towards development of a vaccine.

Italy is in total lock down. The number afflicted and death toll continues to rise.

I still cannot find Anna.

Death has become additionally sad for family and friends of a deceased.

Mourners face death alone. Mourners grieve in isolation. No traditional funeral services. Gatherings of any kind prohibited and funerals fall into the situation.

An 85 year old man died last week. His 70 year old wife of 50 years wanted to give him a traditional funeral service. Church and cemetery.

She was refused. Traditional funeral services are illegal throughout Italy. They are part of Italy’s “national restrictions against gatherings.”

Italy is thinking outside the box re its problems. What is the saying…..Necessity becomes the mother of invention.

Businesses are closed. People not working. In effect, the nation is in total lock down.

Italy has suspended all mortgage payments.

A terrific idea! Banks normally get helped out first. Not by this procedure. The banks are best able to handle the no pay problem for a while.

Something for the U.S. to consider.

I would go a step further. If a landlord does not have to make a mortgage payment, a tenant should not have to pay rent. The landlord not hurt because he is not obligated to pay the bank. Unjust enrichment not right.

Another beauty aspect of this arrangement is that there will be less reason to bail banks out with American tax dollars.

The stock market closed 3,000 points down friday. Wow!

Not so bad this morning. It is 10 am and the market is only down 10 points today.

My blog sunday was “I Am Concerned.”

The House had passed an emergency aid bill friday night. Mnuchin acting on behalf of the President approved. The President later said he was ok with it.

What remained was for the Republican Senate to approve the bill. The indication again was the President was with it. Repetition for purpose of being clear on the President’s support.

The Republicans went home friday knowing the bill would be coming to them that evening. Which meant this “emergency” measure would have to wait till monday for a vote.

I wrote of my concern. Trump would change his mind on some things. Certain Republican members also.

The unexpected came from left field first. Rep. Louie Gohmert is a Texas Republican. A die hard Trump supporter. A far right winger. Every time I have seen him on TV, I thought the guy was a nut.

Some “minor technical changes” were made by the House over the weekend. Why, I do not know. The way these things are normally handled is for any technical problems to be corrected as an add on in a subsequent bill of any kind.

Gohmert suddenly became holier than thou. He said he could not vote to approve the bill without going over the “minor technical changes.”.

Monday morning, he did. Said everything was ok. Note that under House rules, one member can hold up a bill as Gohmert did.

The emergency bill still awaits passage. I doubt this very important bill will pass the Senate today. The word is it will go before the Senate in 3-4 days.

Trump said he has some changes he wants to make. Event though he said friday night everything was ok.

I had reason to be concerned. My gut was correct. Neither Trump, McConnell or the Republican Senate are to be trusted.

Key West announced over the weekend the closing of 3 landmarks. Smathers Beach, Southernmost Point buoy, and Sunset Celebration at Mallory Square.

Corporate McDonald’s announced it was closing all seating and play areas in its facilities. Franchise owners are not part of the arrangement. Corporate McDonald’s believes they will follow corporate’s move in this regard.

Key West Regal Cinema is closed till further notice beginning today.

Trump not looking favorably on his son in law Jared Kushner these days. Bad advice re how to handle the coronavisus crisis.

Especially, the Oval Office speech a week ago.

The word emanating from the White House is Trump “is pissed at Jared.”

Jared convinced the President to treat coronavirus as a PR problem, rather than a national emergency.

Trump’s attitude change was evident in his coronavirus update yesterday. He now views the problem as a national emergency.

New York’s Governor Andrew Cuomo is at the forefront of the virus fight in New York. Trump should follow his lead. Cuomo is being active rather than reacting.

He and Trump are at a cross roads. Not agreeing on one of the things that should be done.

Cuomo wants the U.S. Army Corps of Engineers to be used to build hospitals to handle the gigantic flow of patients expected. As early as 2 weeks from now, the word is hospitals will be overwhelmed.

The Corps is trained to erect hospitals and to do so immediately.

No one knows why Trump opposes the idea. Could be because it was not his originally.

Bailouts being discussed already. Typical of the way bailouts have been approached in the past.

I do not approve.

The bailouts are being directed at the corporations/big guys rather than the people. Similar to 2008. The banks were bailed out and millions of Americans lost their homes.

The airlines and hotels are already crying for bailout relief. Both can wait. Provisions of the Bankruptcy Law will keep them operable till they can resolve their financial problems.

A hotel industry bailout! Absolutely no way! The Trump family are in the hotel business. They will gouge the program every which way.

This time Main Street should be taken care of. Not the airline and hotel industries.

America’s most favored movie couple have been released from the hospital. Tom Hanks and Rita Wilson were discharged yesterday They are now in self quarantine at a private home in Australia.

Enjoy your day!

        MORNING STEW #37 was originally published on Key West Lou