Cal.E.'s Korner

C.: (ring) Hi, d.c., what do you want to talk about today?

d.: I thought you were going to do the blog solo today.

C.: No, I have it right right here in my daily planner. September 4, 2025, d.c. will be the solo writer of MY blog.

d.: Cal.E., it’s October fourth.

C.: No, no, I just checked my phone.

d.: When was the last time you charged your phone?

C.: I charged it yesterday, September third.

d.: Hold on, Cal.E., there’s a strange man riding around in a truck, and he’s attracting a lot of kids. He may be someone who means harm to them. Even though all my sons are now grown, I still don’t want anyone to take advantage of the children in my neighborhood. I’ll take some pictures and post them on the neighborhood website.

C.: Okay, that’s good. Now, back to the subject at hand. If it’s really October fourth, then that means that I’ve lost a whole month of my memory. That’s impossible.

d.: No, it isn’t.

C.: How do you know?

d.: Because I lost six weeks of my memory after my t.b.i. It is possible to lose a good portion of your memory. Some people can’t even remember what happened earlier in the day.

C.: I call b.s.

d.: I’ll send you the address of a website that can tell you all about it.

(This is great. I have, in my hand, a device that holds all the information known to man from the beginning of recorded history until now, and I’m using it to argue with a cat and take pictures of a stranger).

C.: I got the website address, but how do you know that this website is legitimate, d.c.?

d.: Because of the last part of t

he address. That’s usually how you can tell whether to trust what a website says.

C.: Well, I’ll read this, then I’ll sleep on it and produce a good counter argument for tomorrow. (Right after I take my pre-sleep cat nap).

d.: So, I suppose that’s all the time we have for today, folks, so that’s the end of this cat tai(i)le.

Please join us next time for another edition of Cal.E.’s Korner.