Donald Trump is an alien and I am sure his "birth" was faked

I am at present unable to locate my birth certificate! The last time I recall seeing it was when I had my passport renewed a couple of years ago. I have (had) only one copy and I have looked everywhere. The doctor who delivered me has to be dead otherwise he would be well known as one of the oldest people alive. I am sure he (I am assuming it was a man) would not remember delivering me if he were still puttering around in the present. This is a grave situation because I cannot prove that I was actually born in the United States of America. My passport was not accepted at the North Carolina Department of Motor Vehicles when I tried to get a NC driver's license....only a real Social Security card would work; funny, because Social Security Cards are not to be used for identification (it says so right on the card). Anyway, I cannot find that either. I suppose in NC my Passport would not prove my citizenship...I am in real trouble. Oh, and I wonder how many people remember me from 1st grade in Okinawa and would come forth to say they knew me when.

Somehow I missed the national debate that took place over the CONSTITUTIONALITY of our military activity in Iraq after 9/11. Oh yeah, there wasn't one.

The bitter sweet of life...

Spring has sprung, the Tar Heels are in the Sweet Sixteen, and real estate is rockin' here in the Triangle.

We have been so busy of late and my usual "Pitt" activities have been set aside...like writing things on this blog. My garden is a mess and I am going to resort to hiring someone to get it "deleafed". How things lived through the frigid winter I do not know, but they are trying desperately to pop out of the ground. Frogs as big as small dogs inhabit the ponds which freaks me out a bit. (we do live near a nuclear power plant you know) I will not speak of the deer; just picture plants with nubs.

I have seen Archie Cross since the last Pitt report and he is fine. His chair was broken and it took forever to get it fixed. I had been really worried about him. He is such a positive presence in this world.

Of late my mind has not been able to escape constant thoughts of Emily's friend Jason and sweet Kate. Gentle spirits touched by death and illness. It is terribly difficult to grasp the reality of a child's death or their encounter with life altering illness. Godspeed Jason, and everyone will Kate well.

Up"Pitt" from the date

There is a thaw taking place here in the "Pitt" and that could mean Spring just might be possible. Let's see...what has been going on...

Well, there is just a hint that people are coming out of their economic cocoon and actually participating in the buying and selling of homes here in the Triangle. We are quite busy working with great people and having fun.


The Tar Heels have started playing real basketball with the departure of Larry Drew the spoiled, and there is excitement once again in Chapel Hill. Though they lost to Duke last Wednesday, they played very well and led for most of the game. Bruz, Diana, Pat, and I went to our newest favorite bar, Kildare's, to cheer and watch the game. Not only were we screaming the loudest, but we were the oldest. Sorry Em, maybe no one you know was there.


The newly elected Republican Chatham County Commissioners have cancelled the Pittsboro to Chapel Hill bus. Whatever it takes to keep "socialism" from creeping into the "Pitt". I feel sure there will be talk of building a wall at the Haw River before it's all over.

Brink has moved yet again. We escaped THE Storm and traffic fiasco in DC by about an hour driving south as fast as we could. SHE drove the truck this time and Millie and I drove the car. Where? Atlanta. Darling Condo on Peachtree. No horror stories this time.

Katrina and I are still jogging. I am sure the neighborhood has positioned people to watch for us, phones in hand to dial 911 in case we pass out on the streets of Chatham Forest. Haven't seen my friend Archie Cross in sometime, sure hope he is okay.

The sky was Carolina Blue and Franklin Street was rockin'

Maybe the Heels will find their way back into the Top 25! Carolina over NC State.

"Ask not what your country can do for you, but what you can do for your country."

I don't think he meant dressing up like a Revolutionary War soldier or screaming nasty words at your political adversaries.

The Speaker of the House was missing at the State Dinner.

John Boehner had a "scheduling" conflict and could not be at the White House last night for a State Dinner honoring the President of China, Hu Jintao. Boehner is third in line to be President of the United States, and holds a position that has often wielded power equal to the President. (Sam Rayburn, Joe Cannon, Tom "Czar" Reed) What message is being sent? What petty point is being made by this action. Does Boehner think he is gaining political points by not being seen along side a Kenyan President not born in the USA? Does he think snubbing the President of the largest economy in the world is what a Speaker should do? John, you look very small in the light of morning.

Everyone seems to be in a funk...

Magnetic North has shifted, there is a full moon, and many find that their Zodiac sign has changed. Well, what should we expect? Imagine what a sweet little Aries would do when he woke up and discovered he was a bull headed Taurus.

Sarah has declared that she will NOT shut up...and no one can make her.

Where is ACC Basketball?

Well, that's a really good question. Unlike last year I am being very cautious about the Tar Heels. I really think Roy has lost it. Tonight Clemson comes to the Dean Dome and Larry Drew (father of Larry Drew) will not be in the stands coaching and screaming so perhaps the outcome will be better than the Tech debacle. Pat, though he has adopted the Heels, cannot help himself when his Dawgs do better than the boys in blue.

I don't feel old, but I sure do remember some old things...

...My Nanny taking me shopping in downtown Richmond in the early 1950's on the bus. We would go to Thalheimer's to pick up their famous Seven Layer Chocolate Cake, then to Miller & Rhodes for the "white sale" (sheets, towels, and things). Our last stop would be lunch at the Tea Room in M & R; I would always order a turkey sandwich and a cherry drink. Our purchases were delivered to my Grandmother's house so we were unburdened as we walked out onto Broad Street to catch the bus back to Glenburnie. On one of these occasions I remember being rather annoyed as the bus pulled to a stop in front of us and asked my Grandmother why all the good seats (the ones in the back) were always gone by the time we got on. She did not respond.

...Getting to stay up late with my Mom to hear Bing Crosby on the Radio.

..."I Like IKE" campaign buttons in my parents' bedroom.

...Not having a television.

...The two girls who lived next door not being allowed to come out and play because their mother feared they would get polio.

...Making doll beds out of cigar boxes in Vacation Bible School at Monument Heights Baptist Church...every summer.

...Traveling across the country and there were no motels.

...Having measles and chicken pox.

...Going across the Pacific on a World War II battleship to Okinawa with a stop in Tokyo. My mind's eye sees only muddy streets; too close to the end of WWII.

...My first transistor radio.

...Being given a "Dance Card" upon entering my Ninth Grade Homecoming Dance.

...Wearing white gloves to church and of course parties.

...My 6th grade teacher having a "conniption fit" when someone used the word "queer".

...the day Buddy Holly, The Big Bopper, and Richie Valens died in a plane crash.

...Being obsessed with the Mickey Mouse Club and wanting to be Annette Funicello.

...Having 100 45's and being so proud...and not to forget the poster of Ricky Nelson on my bedroom wall.

...Thinking the "Iron Curtain" was a very high, gray, concrete wall that "god knows what" went on on the other side.

...Never owning a Barbie doll.

...Going to elementary school in barracks built during WWII with coal burning heaters. We got to take turns going out to get the coal.

...Getting to listen to the World Series EVERY year, in school, on the radio.

...Learning about Lapland in the 4th grade.

...Kooties.