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CONTINUED FROM YESTERDAY....

Ryan and I went to the Wayne County Fair again last, but could not park

in the Humane Services parking lot that we parked in last evening. The 

signs saying "No Parking until after 5:00 PM" were posted at all places 

that closed at 4:00 PM or 4:30 PM who had working employees or who 

provided services (Humane Services for the poor or the veteran's agency,

funded by the state and federal government to provide assistance for those 

who served).  

We went next to the library and we saw the same sign, so I knowing Wooster

from walking here a lot, went thru the back and one-way streets, not 

remembering the street names, but only the way, I went past the health 

department going north and thru the green straight on for a 100 yards

and noticed on the left parking spaces that were shaded. And like I did 

in Las Vegas and encourage by that city, I made a fast u-turn into a space

for parking and not 30 feet down a bank from the library.

I told Ryan to go on ahead as usual. I always need to check to see if I have 

everything I need to include my wallet with money in right shorts pocket, 

index cards and pen in left coat pocket for writing down any ideas that 

may come to me to include in my stories, cigarettes and lighter in right 

coat pocket, handkerchief in left pocket and cell phone in left pocket. 

I started out walking toward the fair entrance (Gate 2) that is right across

from a Bell's Marathon where I planned to buy a pack of cigaretts. I met 

some young people coming my way, not on the facing traffic like me,

but with the traffic and not being able to react to a vehicle running off 

the road to the right. If I forget everything my Mother said the very last 

thing I would remember Mother saying was "walk on the left facing traffic."

I said hi to all those young people and offered several of my cards to

each, they saying thank you and I in turn said thank you back. I was maybe 

only 200 feet from the Bell's Marathon when I saw in the middle of the road

a....

TO BE CONTINUED....


CONTINUED FROM YESTERDAY....

Fortune 500. Fortune.com.

"How much do we need to know about Hillary Clinton’s and Donald 

Trump’s health?

Clinton’s two-page physician’s letter revealed about the same level of 

medical history and blood test results as Barack Obama and Mitt 

Romney had released during their White House bids. But Obama’s 

former physician argues that both Trump and Clinton must be held to 

a higher standard considering their ages. At 70, Trump would be the 

oldest first-term president ever elected if he were to win in November; 

Hillary Clinton wouldn’t be far behind—she’ll turn 69 towards the end 

of October. (Ronald Reagan, who previously held the record, was just 

a few months shy of 70 when first elected.)

“Having been in practice for 50 years serving a predominantly 

geriatric patient population, and now a septuagenarian myself, I can 

attest that the American people need much more medical information 

from these candidates,” Dr. David L. Scheiner wrote in a Washington 

Post op-ed in late August....

 Now, the Clinton campaign has promised to release more extensive 

information about her health and medical records to put any concerns 

to rest.

Trump says he has had a new physical exam and will be releasing more 

information; on Wednesday he’s also set to have an hour-long interview 

with television personality Dr. Mehmet Oz about his “personal health 

regimen,” which will air Thursday. But Dr. Oz has also said that it’s up to 

Trump what, if any specifics, he discloses. “I’m not going to ask him 

questions he doesn’t want to have answered,” Oz said....

TO BE CONTINUED....


The following sections will be delayed until I have finished typing the

story of the Wayne County Fair:

THE ROAD TO MY GRANDPARENTS CLINE....

MOTHER AND OR FATHER


QUOTE FOR THIS POST

"Rude people mostly think about themselves and are cold to others."
  
Forrest Caricofe

Google search: About 21,500,000 results (1.26 seconds) 

No results found for "Rude people mostly think about themselves and 

are cold to others.".

Out of the many people I just said hi to or wanted to talk a while longer 

at the Wayne County Fair which ended yesterday, I only encountered 

three people who were rude. The man on the corner seat that got mad

when I briefly blocked his view of the concert, that I talked about before,

when I went in search of my son, Ryan, was both mad and rude witch 

would be in a different category.

There was another person who will not fit in this rude category. That

person was employed by the fair to serve as an usher at the concerts.

Just before, after I had entered the west gate to the grandstands, I talked 

to 2 ushers that were friendly and after us talking for a minute more or less,

they accepted the business cards with a smile and said thank you. 

I often say (in a dramatic way) when I offer the cards that this 

(meaning my web site) that "this is over 213 stories of an Old Hippie's Life.

Note: "hippie - noun - a person, especially of the late 1960s, who rejected 

established institutions and values and sought spontaneity, direct personal 

relations expressing love, and expanded consciousness, often expressed 

externally in the wearing of casual, folksy clothing and of beads, headbands, 

used garments, etc."

Dictionary.com.

I don't wear beads or have "direct personal relations....," most of the rest of 

definition seems to fit. I, also, don't wear "folksy clothing," but wear polyester

shirts, shorts, long pants and jackets with American flag patches sewed on 

the left side of the clothing and the right if you look upon my face. 

I did not get to go to Woodstock that was in New York state, but I finally did 

get go to a Woodstock in a different place, and I must, and I will tell that 

story of my life at that point in time when I feel that it is appropriate.

TO BE CONTINUED....


"Friendly people comprise the vast majority, and I for one, am certainly 

glad for that."

Forrest Caricofe

Google search: About 102,000 results (1.20 seconds) 

No results found for "Friendly people comprise the vast majority, and I 

for one, am certainly glad for that.".

I don't need to comment on the above quote except saying that .... 

I am .... really.... friendly .... too.


IN THE FLOWER GARDEN WITH FORREST CARICOFE

I need to water the flowers this morning and looks like around 10:00 AM 

when I'll have the chance to do it. It is 8:20 AM in this part of the world 

right now and I, hopefully, should finish the story I'm typing right now by ten.

Besides watering the flowers, I need finish some landscaping I'm doing.

Since we moved here there has been a sharp incline when I walk bare-

footed from the hooch in the garage to steps that are center mass and 

south of the back of the house and that lead up to the back deck. I use 

this approach both in the darkness of the morning and the brilliance of 

daylight because my bare-feet are too sensitive to the gravel of the 

driveway which forms a horseshoe with the open end facing north and

the road (Smucker). I have some clods of grass with dirt that I overfilled 

that I meant to fill the low place in the yard just west, about 12 feet or so,

from the large tree that is very close to the property line between Mr 

and Mrs Troyer's crop land of soybeans, and then corn, when the next 

planting season of Spring comes once again next year. I going to to

fill in the most steep places first, but I believe I have enough to make

those steep places into a gentle rolling slope.


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