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Today I'm pushed to write a short blog entry, mainly because we have guests for Linner (Late lunch Early dinner). Also, yours truly needs to pack for my sojourn to Milwaukee for my book club and other meetings. So, I'll make it short.

Brexit:

It may have been a terrible choice for the Brit's but it might accomplish something that hundreds of years of warfare could not, the freedom and reunification of the Irish people. And that's a good thing.

(Almost by accident I watched the Irish defeat the Italians in the European  Soccer Championship. It heightened my pride in the homeland. Sorry to say, they lost the first elimination match to Wales.)

As it concerns America only time will tell, except in the minds of some of us, who will naturally blame anything bad that results on Obama and anything good on The Free Market of Ideas.

Raod Trip

Maria and I travelled to Spring Green on Saturday to visit with our artist friend, Len Nagler and his wife, Helen. They were exhibiting at the Spring Green art show. Outside of the suffocating heat and humidity. We had a beautiful day.

A bit of problem at the beginning of the trip with the AC. It turns out that our Dodge Van has a front and rear climate controls. If you turn on the AC and recirculate the interior air, apparently it works better if you don't have the rear heat turned on full blast.

We are looking forward to our fourth of July celebration. After that, I'm going to volunteer to work for the emergency immigration relief for the thousands of British people that will be coming here looking for the entry on relief status. I wouldn't worry about too many of them staying. Once they discover we don't have national health, they will head for Canada.

At Camp Jeff on the hot and humid shores of Lake Maria, this is Poppa Jeff saying be careful what you wish for. You will feel guilty of someone beaned Donald Trump with a golf ball and he couldn't continue his campaign for President.


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