Oh Well, part 2

Like anything, we all are biased.  Different likes for different folks. My mother, after a massive stroke (left side) at age 57, learning of the differences 'left side' - 'right side' strokes - proclamed "Different strokes for different folks."

Where was I? Oh yeah, bias.  The song at the bottom (Oh Well, Part 2 by Fleetwood Mac) relaxes me to all get out... I hope you enjoy as well.

After a second successive week of KC Chief following, nailbiting, heartrate fluctuations, extreme happiness ending (Best. Game. Ever.) followed by "the hell happened?" - Humpty Dumpty...  Oh Well.  Life goes on (The Good Lord willing)..  Happy can, does happen.   Oh well... much more apropo than Roy Orbison's It's Over.

Researchers at the University of Cambridge have found breast milk cells, once thought to be dead or dying, are very much alive and they very well could help scientists discover breakthrough treatments for breast cancer.

385,000 bright, vibrant babies will enter our world today with no conception of "shoulda kicked a field goal at the enda the half", or, "Danger, Will Robinson.. whey did he try to pass to Robinson in overtime, twice??"

A lady in Brighton, England purchased a chair at a nearby junk shop for FIVE DOLLARS, had it appraised. Turns out, it was designed by Kolomon Moser, an Austrian artist in 1902. Moser taught at the Vienna School of Arts.  The lady sold the chair at auction for in excess of $16,000. You no fretty your $982 Mastercard Ticketmaster bill for two tickets and a parking pass yesterday, shop local (thrift store).

Could be worse.  A few years back, with his beloved Steelers down 28-0 before they ever scored a point, dude walked into another room, grabbed a ladder, smashed his bigscreen to smithereens. Oh well. Good does happen, annually, the best time to catch a sale for a Big Screen is the week leading up to the Super Bowl.

Perhaps it took you two and a half hours to depart Arrowhead after the game, and worse, you were stuck having to listen to analysts on radio dissect 'what went wrong' allover again. Would it help to know, the Slovakian Transport Authority just presented an airworthiness certificate to inventor Professor Stefan Klein for The Worlds First (proven) Flying Car?  Hells to the yes, Arrowhead to Liberty in TWO MINUTES! Oh well, good DOES happen.

Oh howabout Nick?  Do you suppose Nick went to the game? Fifty-four year old Carl Stanojevic received a text message from his neighbor Nick "Will you take my trash bin out?" Wow did he, and he recorded it all on camera.  First, he took the trash bin to the beach...then to the surf club.. then to the hardware store for errands.. then to a restaurant.. to a massage parlor (mind you, Carl is happily snapping pics along the way of 'taking the bin out').. then to the tattoo parlor where the bin got a couple of extra 6's on it, then, stopped at a pub for a coldie.. several garbage men and women, seeing this, stopped to take pics...and before finally returning to Nick's place, they stopped, made a phone call to "trash talk."  Feel sorry for KC's 2nd half time of possession yielding a measly 3 points?  Think of all the things Nick's bin got to do meanwhile!

No Soup.  No End Zone for you!  The 2nd half, nary a foot landed in the end zone for a touchdown. No Tyreek, no Travis, no Mecole, no Patrick, heck, even no Allegretti.   No fret for you.  It was 97 year old Brazilian Marcelea's birthday... for decades she has been unable to set foot in the ocean, and it was her one request for her Birthday. Thanks to the Beach Access Project, and her daughters, Marcelea had a special plastic wheeled chair designed, and boom, it happened, a dip in the ocean blue.  If only Mitch were there to holler "TOUCH DOWN MARCELEA!"

The vast majority of folks blazened in Chief's attire returned to home last night to be met by tail-wagging, always in a good mood, no idea who Andy Reid is Fido.  Happy to report, in the US yesterday, 87,912 hounds were adopted, got to go to their forever home to be met by their good mood, loving Dick and Jane and Timmy and Tina's.

Twenty-six years ago, Jacksonville Jaguar fans took the same depressing trek from the AFC Championship Game (losers to the Patriots) that many a red-clad Chief's fan did yesterday.  Twenty-six years ago, 8 year old Joanna Buchan launched a message in a bottle for a school project in Scotland.  She addressed the letter to the "discoverer," and talked about her love of sweets, the book Charlotte's Web, her dog, and her family's "rather big house." She ended the note by saying, "By the way, I hate boys." (Familiar yesterday Chief's fans?)   Uh huh, 26 years later, Elana Haga and her son Eliah found the bottle as it washed up on the beach in Norway, some 800 miles away.  Elana and Eliah tracked Joanna down on Facebook.  "Now 34 and a doctor living in Australia, Buchan told BBC Scotland she was shocked to find Haga's "absolute gem" of a message. She got a kick out of her 26-year-old letter, saying that when she first read it, "I just died laughing. There's some really lovely lines in there, like what was important to me at the time."  So see?  26 years from now whothehell will remember not getting the field goal at the enda the half that woulda put us in the Super Bowl?  Certainly not me, I'll be in an urn somewhere (I hope better for you.)

Point being.. well, a few points anyways - Good does happen.  Some days No Soup For You, some days, mom makes a yummy ole bowl of chicken noodle soup from scratch.

Oh Well.. relax.. life is good, relaxing song at bottom, can copy/paste if ya wanna.  Happy(er) day......

By Henry Stram Gibson.......... Forward by Peter Green, Fleetwood Mac

Love, Victurd

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uRFvsLlC_ZM