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Meeting Horace Pertoot


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In my attempt to build a following, I submit a cute picture of my Great Grandchild, Boden Hatampa, taken by his mother, Amy.











Image by Amy(His Mom)

Horse Pertoot

I recently was gifted a book by a friend, Anne Wilde. Not the first book she gave me for sure, but this one is unique in many aspects. It is a pamphlet, 42 pages in length, Self-published in 1963.



Note image; Probably a caricature of a coach or the author. Why? This whole thing is a wink and a nod.





This autograph shows that the author has picked a pen name and reveals his real name.

Say Horace-Pertoot very fast several times, and you realize it's slang for horses' ass.














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New Day, New Way
I accomplished two things this week. In August 2019, I left Appleton and moved to Milwaukee. My wife and I would be divorced in December, but co-habitation was not comfortable or mentally healthy for either of us.

I left with what I needed to restart my life and a sizable debt that needed to be paid. I will retire that debt this week.

One thing I brought to Milwaukee was my faithful Mini-Mac computer, which I purchased in 2009. Let me compare it to an auto with the same life span. It's got about 500m miles on it. The windshield cracked, the tires are bald, the battery is shot, and I can't drive on the interstate because I can't get it to go more than 45 MPH.

I bought a new one. Hazah! For me, the world is a little brighter today. I spend a lot of time on my computer because of my writing habit. It almost like the day after my cataract operation when I realized how much comprehension of color I had lost.







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