Buckles

As I was reading the paper this morning, I came across my favorite part, which is the comics. While reading them I read “Buckles,” one of the ones I like the most. Buckles the dog was laying down and is asked by his owner if he had to sleep all day. The reply was that he didn’t sleep all day, he only slept half of the day and then laid around the rest of the day. That is kind of how my life has become, being closed in and not able to go anywhere.

I questioned what it is that I do all day. I sleep a lot and then I watch TV. Sometimes I write a little if I can think of something to write. As I said, I watch a lot of TV. I like NCIS, NCIS Los Angeles, NCIS New Orleans, and other detective-like programs.
As a very young man of about six, I spent a lot of time with my grandfather in California. He had a TV and there were some children’s programs that played during part of the day. I really liked Beany Boy. There was Beany Boy who had a cap with a propeller on the top, Cecil the Sea Sick Sea Serpent, Captain Huffenpuff, the Leaking Lena,  and Dishonest John, the villain of all the shows. He was always defeated by the good Beany Boy and Cecil. At one time I had a beanie with a propeller on the top, I wish I had it now.
I realize that I must have been pretty immature for my age, but maybe it was because it was the only program during the day, unless you wanted to watch cooking shows or maybe some stupid soap. As soon as Grandpa Horn got home from work the greatest show on earth would come on, and we would watch it until bedtime. What, you may ask, was the greatest show on earth? It was wrestling. My grandfather insisted that it was all real even when they beat each other silly with a stool or chair, but it was fun to watch. There were such characters as Andre the Giant, George “The Animal Steele,” “The Vampire,” Freddie Blassie, Pepper Gomez, Hay Stack Calhoon, and grandpa’s favorite and mine, Gorgeous George. He had a full head of blond curly hair that looked like he had been to a beauty parlor, but we loved it when he stepped into the ring. He always won except when the person he was wrestling cheated. That is what Grandpa said anyway. 
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