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I thought this might be a fun way of meeting each other—members of BozosBrigade. A way to build our own unique guild. It’s probably only for the really curious.

Each quest will be to find one of the current members. Some clues will be provided. Some of the clues may become invalid because the source of the clue could change. Your task is to find out who they are and make contact, if they want to allow you to do so. So some may become dead ends.

It’s a different game I think but with valuable rewards. Even the current member doesn’t know they have been put on the hitlist. I just choose one and try to get to know them a little better.

1. She is staring down at you
2. She keeps her identity well guarded
3. She is in the Mob
4. She was born after JFK’s assassination
5. She gets frustrated if things take too much time, in her opinion
6. She has been on the quest for more than 20 days
7. She comes out at night to bite
8. She is an “easy” Pirate

Talk to Bozo through Pirates. This could be a lot of fun.

It might be handy to print a list of the clues for reference. I think this has the potential to be a little more interesting than buying another casino.

I started a new Friends List in Facebook. It’s a short list. Exclusive. Only important people get invited. It’s called BozosAList. You might consider developing your own AList. It’s just a thought.

Are you up for the challenge? It doesn’t cost anything. You might like the prize. A new friend.

You never know you may hate it, too (lol)

I thought I should write this just in case some of you didn’t get the idea behind Do They All Have Arthritis?  You know the type that says that it’s degrading to women, rude and irresponsible. Rest assured I am no Sean Avery.

I have the greatest respect for all good people. I could care less about all the categories that all the “accountants” place the human race in. (Is that a hanging participle? Never did get the hang of that). People are people. Period. . . .. …

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Sheryl Crow said it best in her song “All I Want To Do”.

One of my best bosses ever was a really bright, charming and attractive woman. Kitty had the good sense to “let me play” with PC’s when they were very new to the business world. How else would I learn to use these tools and teach the others in our department? The Internet wasn’t in widespread use then and computer courses were pretty much geared to teaching you how to turn on the power switch and type your name, address and your favourite recipe. Windows was only a twinkle in Microsoft’s eye. (1st laptop cost $10,000. You had to plug it in to use it. Weighed something like 17 lbs.)

So I have Kitty to blame for my ability to use the computer in a practical manner. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. How’s it hangin’, Kitty. Still in Slough? Or are you running some winery in the south of France. It would be so nice to talk to you again.

Kitty could have been in a lot of trouble if the “accountants” ever caught her using her unique management style on me.

…Kitty had this thing she liked to do on her way out of the building. I’d be leaning on some filing cabinet talking to someone about something, somewhere else in the building. Pretty much had a handle on everybody’s first name in the place.

…Kitty would give me that girlish liitle smile, toss her head back and say “good night, Johnnie” as she pinched my cheek and headed on out the door. Not that one. The one down there.

She never had any problem getting me to do anything she asked.

You don’t say no to an angel.

You don’t need to see this picture. There I am dancing in the kitchen to The Temptations in my Fat Pants . Think I’ll make a another cup of tea. This writing thing is pretty good stuff.