AN UNSUNG HERO:

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Naturalist by devotion, humorist by genetics, hero by default; Kamaroh is a Republican, a Presbyterian, a Polio surviver, a former US Marine, & Great Plains Badger. Earned an MA in English from SFSU. Student & friend of novelist Kay Boyle. His blog is a no profanity zone. There is little edgey emotionalism if he avoids thinking about his children. Kamaroh is a masculinist, places value on fraternity & believes living stag is a responsible and manly option. Particularly apreciative of the charm of Asian females, he discovered in 1999 he is able to love one small lady to the extreme that thinking about her can make his nose bleed. From boyhood forward, he values having male friends & male role models; though this blog is an extention of that belief; it is all welcome. Though containing male posturing, biased poetry, shakey facts, & faulted bachelor housekeeping, this blog's intent is to be good for your health & contains no spanky material. Pardon me if I am speaking too loudly because even with the high tech ... hearing aids the Veterans Administration provides to me, I do not have normal hearing.

Sunday, April 24, 2011

THE ONE-DOG-PUSH:



One of my favorite sayings has been, ‘If you have more money than me, do me the favor of not telling me about it. I have just recanted on that: My buddy Swanson went out of his way to take me to breakfast on Friday morning—I know it bothers him, like I believe it does other buddies also, how little of my son Stone’s attention I receive and he tries to make that up to me. Anyhow, as we started talking, I knew Swanson’s finances had improved since I met him but I did not know just how adroit and confident he had become at legally moving gainfully acquired monies from one state to another.
What I want to say here as expedient and efficient as I am can, because I am very uncomfortable investing more writing time at BlogSpot, is it doesn’t make me a bit jealous to contemplate that I may not be as rich as Swanson is. It was, as we sat there at Carrows talking and eating, more that my attitude hopefully was that of a well wisher. I have been known to do so in hungrier days, but this time I wasn’t watching during our meal for scraps to hit the floor. And, because I am passionately interested in real estate, would I encounter a property that he may find of interest, I will pass on a lead to him for he and his wife to consider acquiring. Because, of course it is appropriate for friends to lead each other into a deal if the two of you are into a mutual interest such as Montana property, right! As long as the correct one is listening to the other, the age difference between trader dogs don’t matter much, does it? However, what does make a difference is if one dog is a trader dog & the other isn’t, then that changes the rules and you won't be able to borrow the float.
In surmise, it kinda goes like this, a little dog can run with a big dog if the little dog knows that he is actually his own dog and is good at dodging self-contempt if that could occur to him as it is natural to do as jealousy & in-the-face-poop for a dog caught got in a small-dog moment during the process of the relationship of men & dogs, because when one-dog-push presents the moment and the opportunity to grab-the-well-weathered-bone, who knows what lifted repressions it takes at that moment of jump-on-it to put into quiet reserve under a favorite tree for oneself, a dog’s choice personal moldy morsel.
As I have insisted in too many words previously, in what book is it written that the prerequisite of being a hero has much to do with the size of the dog or for that fact has anything to do with the age and size of a dogs bone either? No matter what Kamaroh's good friend, Ting, thinks, circumstance does not well define the dog....


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