A Backside kinda Day

Old people like to Play even if it is in the Last Quarter. Well, there is a backstory ... Or, considering my yesterday maybe I should call it a 'backside story' .... It began when the mail and three of my grandkids came over at the same time. The 14 yo found a professional magazine in the mail and, as a writer, turned to the creative section which included a rather ribald and lengthy bit of 1994 doggerel that bore the name of her grandfather ... Not her other grandfather, the dignified Doc from Rhodesia but the Brooklyn Kid. She was shocked ... 'someone published this smut.' I began singing Tom Lehrer's 'Smut ... I want nothing but ... Smut' .... I was on a roll ... Then there was the same author getting in what So. African Jews call a feribble on line ... And folks from Appallachia call everyday battles between the Clampetts and the 'who was the family they were fightin' with' .... there was sniping between two typically quiescent Musers ... one of them, you guessed it ... Grandpa. So, Grandpa while he's makin' an omelet with onions and mushrooms, says to his-self ... 'Grandpa ... Why doesn't you send ya friends on line an invite to enjoin some days of the the Dear Lord's Sabbath from aggression' just like brother Cuckoo bird did in N. Korea ... at least according to Andy Borowitz's online piece in yesterday's New Yorker. ... and he did. But can you imagine if we ever instituted a day free of aggression online ... I explained the compatibility of this to my grandchildren with the span from Holy Friday to Easter Ascension Thursday. Anyhow ... Last night was a monthly meeting of a professional group ... Not the youngest reading group in the Resthome for Retired Healthcare Pro's, either and we were checking back over an old writing on Sadism and masochism and feelings of omnipotence. I can only say that I came back around 10 pm cowboying in the roadster like Bronco-Barry with a big smile on my face when my lady, M, right outa the blue says: OK, Howard ... What'd you do, tonight? Suffice it to say that somehow Goethe's comment was cited in German ... his Mach es kurz,am Jungsten Tag ist's nur eine ferze ... (make it snappy for on the Day of Judgement it's little more than a singular fart)was brought to describe the state in which a bunch of unassuming 'old farts' each thought it appropriate in their lives to have their names affixed to lengthy and complex writings in hardcover, at least once. New song .... Is it Waites or Cohen or Barry MacGuire .... Monday is a backside kinda day. Today is last Day of Passover, Remembering the Dead Service for Jews, and Easter Wednesday. "Shame on you, Grandpa!" and have a good day!