Recycling always a good thing

The Sewer Raccoon Editor

re-does a perfectly good and almost brand-new "David Dix Realtor" embroidered T shirt. Taking out the T and the R and changing it to "one", the shirt now makes a civilian presentation, void of any tooting of one's horn. Real estate was just something he had to do, once upon a time............now it's time for raccoonery reality.

Circle of trust

Like other manifestations

close to home,

we can count on

the trumpet vine's repeat showing-up

(ah, just showing-up

= 99% of any effort)

Like the door after door

after door after door

pounding of my college son's

door-by [ad infinitum] - door

10 hours per day, 6 days per week

educational book-selling

summer job

pushing on

just showing up

on people's porches

with a smile

The pervasive

insistent

unrelenting

happy

trumpet vines.

The annual buds of this year

two thousand and eight

have begun to form.

The close-up shows them

next to some of last year's blossoms

turned to seed pods.

Banked money.

There may be some poetry in that

but again, we don't see it.

We're typists.........

pound, pound, pound

NO EVIL SEEN, HEARD OR SPOKEN?

SOUND OFF!!!! (&%$#!!)

The local sneeze, the Freeman, has a daily column called SOUND OFF. The policy is: EVERYONE can send or call in whatever they want, unsigned, and the paper can print it.

This leads to anger and amusement for otherwise level-headed readers. There are certain patterns repeated, such as but by no means limited to city streets, Mayor Nelson, or Mayor Nelson AND the streets, plus the current Move-On ad showing the baby that John McBush cannot have. One suspects that the Conservative bent of the Freeman editorially determines which of these Sound-Offs to include and which to exclude, thereby establishing editorial positions of their own, under the guise of printing material from selected, anonymous (random?) sound-offers.

The raccoon news is most of the time "offed" by Sound Off. We cancelled our subscription because of the Freeman's editorially poor columnists Coulter, McBride, Belling and the like, but we do take the week-end paper for the John Schoenknecht Waukesha history columns.

If the paper is going to print what we consider stuff scurrilous, the writers/callers should be constrained to SIGN OR GIVE THEIR NAMES, so identities may be disclosed.

Gutless griping is to be eschewed, says the forthright (forth-left?) raccoon news.

Here's a hot one from today:

SOUND OFF

"Skimpy dress at band practice (Friday) I was riding down Tenny Avenue, next to South High School, when I saw the marching band practicing. I have always enjoyed marching bands, so I pulled over for a bit to watch them. I was soon taken aback by what I saw. Many of the color guard young ladies were dressed very skimpily, appearing to be wearing no more than a bra and bikini panties. Granted, it was a warm day, and I assume they were their swimming suits, but it would have been much nicer to see them in at least a T-shirt and shorts, especially with the guys practicing right there with them. Save that attire for the beach, ladies! Needless to say, I drove on and didn’t watch the rest of the practice."

............................

GOODNESS GRACIOUS US!

SEE

Sewer Raccoon News of May 9th

In that article we covered the wedding of Steve and Roxane. Today, we got a note from them, a card with the above wedding photo on the front. ( Ed. note: The editorializing marks and scribbles are ours, of course.)

We must assume that this marriage has "taken," at least as of the card's mailing. A prior coupling of such happys there never was! We see this picture with Jack the horse following Steve and Roxane down the aisle, his halter clutched in their joined hands. (We could've drawn that in...................)

At morning's early light: maintenance we expected

Girl, pretty, across the street

picks up after raccoon trash-tear during the night. Last night we were seated in the dark of the post-midnight hour, as we told her, and heard a commotion outside.

On rising this morning, Dee said: "The Raccoons must have been at it in the neighbors' trash." In this sector of the city, trash pick-up day is Tuesday. Up and down the street at the curbings, our tidy one-block-long Colton Street neighbors set out their tightly and well-tended garbage and recyclables, aligned straightly as though with a transit.

As well as the neighboring properties are tended - and they ARE - none are as neat and as well-pruned, mowed, and winter-shoveled as our quiet and full of pride neighbors' across the street!

The girl says she doesn't have a computer, but her friends upstairs do. We informed her of the Sewer Raccoon News, so maybe the (unknowing?) raccoon cohabitants will check us out.

The pattern on a Hawaiian shirt?

No,

a stem of backyard tiger lilies placed in a small vase. The first tiger lilies of the year to blossom, and there will be many more, many days-worth in total among the crowded populace.

Each day, of all the buds on a single stem, only one will open to the sun. Today, the third blossom opens, on the third day. There are a finite number of ripening blooms in progress, and when they are successively bloomed the stem is dead.

The SR News wanted to get as close to this phenomenon as we could. Outside the limits of our (only) 2 pixel camera we set the tripod at a too-near distance for the focal range.

We wanted to see it clearly.........

PESKY and

Randy Raccoon

has intercourse with neighbor's trash.

During broad daylight.

Smiles.

He's an animal. ^.^