Lyrical: Why Anonymous

Tuesday dawns with three reasons this blog should not fall into the hands of Facebook friends or pre-employment screens:

1) The Squatty Potty
2) Medical Marijuana
3) Recumbent bicycle

I am such a 50-year-old white guy from Massachusetts, it is not even funny, although I suppose it is funny given my childhood.

My Childhood.

It is important for you to know that I grew up in the fabulously diverse "new town" of Columbia, Maryland, a town that voted overwhelmingly for McGovern at a time America was voting overwhelmingly for Nixon.  Besides me, Daniel Owens was the *only* other kid in my grade at Bryant Woods Elementary School whose parents were known to be voting for Nixon, and after the election, the Owens' quickly fled to Kansas City.

For my support of Nixon, I suffered the ultimate 2nd grade humiliation: being pushed out of line for recess, with the words "Ewww, Nixonnn"* Only upside, by High School, I was made Captain of the It's Academic Team and received the Sons of the American Revolution Bronze Good Citizenship Medal basically because I was the only smart kid at Wilde Lake High who submitted to regular haircuts (or a least the competition was thinned to me vs Michael Deets).

For the record, I haven't actually *used* any of the three, above, but it may come to that.

This *is* the part where I'm doing things out of my comfort zone, and trying to get things you consider normal back into my comfort zone.

So, as to the above:

1) Posture does matter and has produced positive outcomes
2) My sister-in-law, the modern mystic, has given me moral clearance
3) Rest easy, I was kidding about recumbent cycling, though it may come to that.**

Specifically

1) I'm pretty sure we've beaten the combined effects of general anesthesia & antibiotics
2) I have added hemp oil  to my diet and am dreaming of opening the first Pontifical Marijuana farm.
3) I will be trying to bike to work today.


* In fact, I remember being pushed out of line, by John Richardson, to be precise, with the same clarity that Marcia Brady remembers smack, Oh My Nose!

**More likely, I'd get an electric assist cargo bike.