Well, I’ve moved. As usual, the first week I indulge myself all the hermitile I feel I need. I can tell when that phase is complete when:

1. The shave, haircut, and shirttails are in suitable disarray.
2. My neighbors appear to be mildly discomfited and start asking if I am OK.
3. My family, who haven’t seen me in many months, wonder why it is, that being back in town for a week, I have not as yet raced to there very doorsteps (I’m waiting on the shave`s presentation quality, one must frighten the natives).
4.The traffic lights ( there are none where I have been driving for the last 8 months) cease to annoy by their very presence.

I`m thru that, and I am starting to recover from the culture shock I experience at each biannual transition.

Things that I have noticed that have worsened.

People trying to neglect you dead with their speeding vehicles whilst frying bigger fish on their cell phones than the ones they are burning out on the streets. I roll my windows up before I start screaming, and the primal scream therapy seems to relieve the stress. – Fun with pedestrians (the quick, and the dead)!

City government here seems to be reverting to the dark ages, the primary concern at present is whether or not smutkateering on the internet is ok or not, ok being defined as not stored on city machines – officially, and/or obviously; do we indeed know what the point is? When last I looked (`bout 8 months ago) the state was still trying to figure out who they actually elected as the Governor – Fun with government!
They really plan to finance all this by strangling the unsuspecting for the first nickel they can throttle them for to park downtown at a meter (bill level money in the lots), and there they stand, for the most part alone, with bright greedy faces in a pretty much vacant downtown area. Run off your potential clients before they grow, that`s what I always say.

TV? I rarely go out of my way to watch television, maybe an hour a month anymore. The only thing that astonishes me more than the time some folks spend with television, is the quality of the choices, gad! – what happened to television while I wasn’t looking?

I guess I could go on forever, but; give me home where the buffalo roam, if you have ever seen a tourist try to feed one a corn chip it may occur to some that our rendition of the evolutionary ladder may in some cases be lacking or misleading, a bison knows better than to eat that stuff.