The long weekend rolls along. I’ll be heading out to go buy a flapper (toilet version…not that other kind) at Lowes (if they are open) in a few moments, but wanted to wrap up the holiday weekend stories.

We seem to love dog fights here in Vickginia. This fight doesn’t really sound like it was fair. Two and a half pounds for a dog? Is that really a dog? Most of the rats I see around here are in that weight class in. Did Vick take a leave of absence over the weekend?

On holiday weekends many people end up going to oriental restaurants since many others close. Seems as if even the armed robbers take the same approach.

On Sunday morning I noticed the nice old lady at the bus station waiting for her ride to church. I wonder if she is still waiting there this morning. One of the big problems is that a large percentage of the population can’t read, as is evident by driving around here. Word such as stop, no turn on red, yield, proceed with caution, and no parking are beyond understanding. By shutting down service it shows what a good thing it was to spend millions and millions on a bus station.

Side note: It was hard deciding on a title for this post. I went with the one I did to point out that one of the heroes of this commonwealth (VA is not a state) is the legendary dog fighter Michael Vick. The other one I considered was “The Dingo Ate My Baby,” but that one can probably be used next time UVA swaps a baby at the hospital. Then I’ll go with the title of “The Dingo Switched My Baby.” One of these days.