a.j.hanlon

A young man named A.J.Hanlon was shot by a policeman under circumstances that demand a thorough investigation. No question about that. However, a blogger calling himself "bock the robber" has decided that he has all the information required to charge, try and convict the policeman in question on the basis of a bunch of totally unsubstantiated allegations that he has collected from unnamed sources. The concept of justice seems to have escaped Mr. Bocks' assesment of the case. There are no witnesses, there is no motive for the act, and the officer in question claims to have been responding to a reported break-in from whence the victim was fleeing. Harsh police response? absolutely, hence the need for an unbiased investigation. But what end is served by the tabloid rants of Mr. Bock. Read his blog; he makes it abundantly clear that he knows nothing of the actual facts of the case. Every line is riddled with assumptions and inferences that are unsupported by even a shred of evidence. Mr. Bock, it's 2008 not 1938, we don't lynch people any more just because the mob says yea.

whither goest thou? or mou?

I've been out of work since May and I can't seem to get worried about it. I was 38 years in the same job, I got married, bought a house, fathered three children, all still in school, separated from my dear wife, and now am technically on the skids and I can't bring myself to where I should be, namely,IN PANIC MODE. WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME ? Any fathers out there with advice? Or mothers? Or anyone?
Went to see my youngest offspring canoeing this morning ( new sport for her) and took a bunch of pictures of some other child by mistake! I swear, from the shore they all look alike. I mean, come on, twelve years old, blondish, pony-tailed, wearing a baseball hat, two hundred yards out on the river, how would you know?
Took her for lunch to make up.

how do you know?

As a beginner, but one who has read dozens of other blogs, I ask, how do I know there's anyone out there? I know twenty major and fatmammycat get loads of responses but some other bloggers don't get any at all, so how do they, or dare I say it, I, really really know that there is an adoring audience hanging on my(the rest of you can write your own begging letters) every trope. Just wondering. Has anyone else noticed that between the grossities of twenty-major there regularily appears the sensitivities of a budding Oscar Wilde?

More of the same until I think of something else.

Played golf yesterday, very badly needless to say (105) ,but the three others made a charming contrast. First, a 67 year old who needed an electric cart to carry his enormous belly and who outscored me anyway, second a shaven-headed goatbearded pot smoking construction company owner of about 35 who hit everything 300 yards regardless of the par rating of the hole and finally a 7 handicap cigar smoking hustler who called every shot to within a couple of feet. I was lucky to get off the course with my amateur standing intact.
Off now for some delicious Thai stuff.
Later.

just can't stop now that I've started

I write, paint, read, and drink, not necessarily in that order, and I beg your indulgences for my current and future excesses because there will be many of them. This I promise you.

back again

This is great. O.K. I'm not young and I'm not really,really old, so I'm , you got it, I'm at the top of the hill. Brilliant or what? Here's a couple of things that I may or may not go on about, children, mostly, but not exclusively mine, sex for those of a certain age which will almost certainly be mine, dating after a certain age, again, probably mine, and golf. So what about dating after a certain age. I was married for 18 years , fathered three gorgeous daughters and now am single again. The problem? My wife, sorry ex-wife is fifteen years younger than me and for better or worse I can't look at women my age as likely prospects. Friends, yes but bed parteners, no. On the other hand I'm fully aware that the age group I'm attracted to views me as a pervy old git.
So thank you Mrs. God for inventing golf.

The birth of a blog.

Erm, this is my first blog entry and it's not too impressive so far is it? I just created this thing literally two minutes ago, so could I have a few moments alone with it? All right, I think I'm going to be o.k. now. I haven't a clue how to do the fancy stuff the other bloggers do and I haven't really got a theme , in fact I just googled "how to start a blog" and here I am so maybe a few bits and pieces about me. Or not. Probably not.