WAYNE SEEMS TO BE EVERYWHERE, NOW THAT HE'S GONE.

Thursday morning has arrived and everything seems to be still here. When I went to bed about 10:15 the wind was blowing and storm warning's was hitting the airways. I never get too upset at the warnings. I always think if its going to get you it will. Thank goodness it didn't.

I wrote the other day how The Emperor calls the neighbors The Clampetts. Part of that comes from within days of their moving in they had buried two dogs in the backyard. As soon as we had heard of Wayne's passing The Emperor said, "I hope they don't try to bury him in the backyard. Well they haven't tried that with his ashes yet. But believe me, I think they may be everywhere else.

The Emperor and I were sitting in the front yard and Betty the lady pulled up with one of the grandkids. I walked over to the fence. I asked her how she was doing. We chatted for a few minutes. Then she told how he loved whiskey and how her and the eighteen year old grandson had put some of his ashes in a jar, poured whiskey over them. They drove out in the country where he use to hunt and scattered his ashes. Well not to bad I thought. People do stuff like that all the time. Scatter their loved ones ashes to the wind. But usually not soaked in whiskey.

Then she went on. They also had put ashes in a couple of bottles of whiskey.. To sit around the house. Well okay, I guess keeping old Wayne pretty saturated seems to be the goal here.

Then the bomber. Very earnestly she told me how she had went and bought several of the small pill boxes on key chains. They are putting his ashes in these pill boxes so everyone can have some of him to carry around. Even the small children. Wayne's theme song cannot be, "Don't get around much anymore. Wayne is going to be literally almost everywhere/

In horror I could see in my minds eye one of the three year old twins opening the box, sticking in their finger and taking a taste. UGGG!!!!!!!!! I guess we all have some strange ideas. I for one have never heard of anyone being put in pill boxes but oh well. The Emperor was sitting in a chair under the trees, listening to our conversation. I came back and sat down. We looked at each other, neither of us saying a word. Then he spoke, "See I told you, The Clampetts. I could do nothing but nod agreement. For once in my life I was speechless..

So Wayne is probably getting around more these days than he had been. But if you run across these people, don't drink anything they might offer. And for goodness sake don't take a pill. You might be taking Wayne. And on these tasteless words I will float on the wind and leave Blogland one more time. For now, I'm outta here.