My Grandparents Used To Be …

This is me, Anita Marie.

A long time ago I used to live in Hawaii and then we moved to Seattle.

I climbed trees lot. I even climbed them when the branches were covered with snow. I always made it to the top.

This is Luis.

He grew up in Iowa and used to raft on the Mississippi River. He used to climb trees during lightening storms. He used to get up into those branches as well.

He ended up in Seattle too.

We are about to meet our first Grandchild, Jemma.

I think she is destined to climb trees too.

I hope she makes it to the top like me and Luis did.

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I Usually Skip That Part

Today I got my James Comey Book,  A Higher Loyalty and  because I got it delivered to work I only had time to zip through the Author’s Note. I usually skip that part because for the most part they’re no fun to read.

This time I read it.

And it was a total LOL moment.

The biggest criticism I’ve heard about James Comey by disgruntled Hillary Clinton supporters and talking heads and Republicans ( which is a puzzle to me – because if you go down that rabbit hole he helped Twitler get elected ) is that

James Comey is  prideful, over-confident, and driven by ego.

You know who else says that?

James Comey  on page two of The Author’s Note .

I probably found that funnier then I should have.

I used to work at a bookstore and it was my job to sell books like The Turner Diaries and other White Supremacist BS books that would make a decent person’s eyes bleed before you got through the first chapter.

What I learned by reading those books and having conversations with the people who read them was this- I’d no more tell a person NOT to read write a book than I would burn one

My reason though, probably isn’t what you may assume.

When somebody commits their thoughts to paper, they are exposing who they are and how they tick. You can wrap your story in well structured sentences or emjois but it doesn’t matter because you’ve just given the world a road map to your brain.

So to my friends who wondered why I would buy and read a  book that I have been told ‘should never have been written’ all I can say is this- if you have started to walk down that road- the one where you feel that’s it’s ok to tell people what to think and what to read-  you probably need to read this book more than I do.

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Seriously, I love you James Comey But…

 

I don’t want to go into the weeds about how Russian Trolls and Racists looking for their place in the sun, Bernie Bros and dare I say it poor judgment calls on Hilary Clinton’s part cost Democrats the White House and that James Comey all on his own cost the  Country a sane President.

Face it, we got played like those people on the Twilight Zone Episode called “The Monsters Are Due On Maple Street”

I’ve had a front row seat and actively participated in Party Politics, Campaigns and interactions with Politicians and learned the hard way that sometimes the good candidate who was going to be a great leader doesn’t always win.

People are people and there is nothing new under the Sun and if you don’t believe that you CAN’T  be figured out and worked into a Campaign Field Plan, all I can say is the advertising industry doesn’t make a gazillion dollars for no reason at all.

I said I had two things to say here and here they are:

First off, I bought three copies of James Comey and Joe Biden’s books because my Hillary ” friends” on Facebook flamed my Comey and Biden Posts and dropped the eff bombs to boot ( and I don’t drop eff bombs on ANYONES wall let alone my own- except for in rare occasions ).

So Hillary Supporters  and Bernie Bros- this is where I say, Bite Me.

This is my blog and not my Quippy Feed on Facebook  and this is where I put anything I really have of value to say. So let me say it again.

Bite me.

Second of all,  I learned  something interesting about James Comey when he did his interview with George  Stephanopoulos last night.

When James Comey  had to meet with Twitler in the Blue Room  he actually tried to blend in with some blue curtains ( because he was wearing a blue suite )  so that he would not have to touch Twitler’s   P*&! Grabbing hand on camera and in front of the entire World.

Who could blame him, but I digress.

I discovered Comey wasn’t one of those FBI agents who mastered in disguises. I thought they could all do that. Frankly, I was surprised,  really surprised and a bit disapointed. I mean Hollywood, you really suck sometimes. I bought that idea.

As to the rest of the interview- it was great.  I hope it makes Twitler and all others concerned bust an artery.

I consumed much popcorn, drank a little wine and felt that my call on Comey was a good one.

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A Higher Loyalty: Truth, Lies, and Leadership

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Joe Biden not ruling out 2020 presidential bid

The Monsters Are Due On Maple Street

Say Cheese

Photo A.M. Moscoso

One of my favorite stories about the great Bluesman Robert Johnson wasn’t the silly story about selling his soul at the Crossroads to the Devil.

My favorite story is one where he was in a diner and someone ( can’t remember if it was a cook or a patron ) said he wanted to learn the guitar but all he had was a beat up old thing that he couldn’t possible learn on.

So Robert Johnson said, bring it on out and he’ll take a look at it. Maybe he could fix it. So the guy brings the guitar out and Robert looks it over and then he plays it- really plays it.

” Sounds fine to me now ” he was supposed to have said as he handed it back over.

Photo: A.M. Moscoso

For the last couple of years I’ve been taking pictures with my phone- and even though they aren’t technically great I didn’t care.

They showed what I wanted to say, I had fun taking them and as Robert Johnson said  ” Sounds fine to me. ”

Recently though I decided to break down and get a camera, there is only so much you can do with a phone camera – and God knows I pushed it- but I wanted to see what I would get with  a ‘real’ camera.

So here it is.

Here is the funny thing.

I had a Canon 35mm and I even learned to develop my own pictures. I experimented with Black and White Photography. I learned to do still and action shots and what kind of light and film to use.

Do you know what I never had to do with my old camera?

Wait for the freaking battery to charge.

I don’t know how this new photography experiment of mine  is going to go- though the one word that to describe how I feel right now is ” curious. ”

Photo: A.M. Moscoso

Tis Some Visitor

My Further Adventures In My Weekend Ghost Hunting Expedition:
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—
    While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
“’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—
            Only this and nothing more.”
It didn’t tap at my door at midnight
it tapped at my window
and I wasn’t reading ( I was writing).
Still it was insistent , it tapped at my window until I looked up and saw her.
 I took her picture.
She tapped again.
Curious, I opened the window and fed her a little snack.
I am not Poe, my bird was not a Raven, she was a Gull.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Not exactly the stuff that nightmares are made of, but the best humor is gallows humor so this counts as one of  my Ghost Hunting weekend ‘find’s.
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Gallows Humor

The Shadows Are Orange

The fires are burning in Central Washington but as anyone in the Seattle area will be glad to tell you, the air is full of ash and it’s all over the cars ( hey it’s also in our lungs but it’s all about priorities I guess ).

My dog, Hamish Macbeth, made no effort to ask to go out this morning(!) and when we did get out he spent most of his time asking to walk under trees and next to bushes and if he had to jump up a four foot wall to get near them, he did.

He didn’t want to be out in the open and he made that very clear to me.

I didn’t get why he was acting a bit strange because it was dark and I couldn’t see how much smoke and ash was in the air.

Because I followed Hamish Macbeth, I didn’t smell the smoke and we were covered by trees for most of our walk so for awhile I got to avoid the ash.

Lesson here is: listen to your dog when they insist on something.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

When the Sun came up, we could see the Sun and the sky  was/still is a weird orange color.

P:hoto:
View from King Street Station- Seattle, WA
Photo A.M. Moscoso

The freakiest thing- the shadows look orange too:

Photo: A.M Moscoso
Seattle, WA

Here’s to living in a strange looking world.

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