Three stars for the website

I was stopping at the corner convenience store to pick up a soda after my hike around the lake, and the homeless guy who lives in a wheelchair said something about the shirt I had in one hand, “Hey man, you really ought to give me that shirt,” it was one of my favorites with turquoise dragons curling up one side and down the other, “you’re not going to use it.” I had to laugh — he never sees me with a shirt on. In a similar vein, about appearances being deceiving, I guess I should be honored by the large number of contestant entries which indicate I went to the Navel Academy. It’s not true, but I guess I should be flattered. I had dinner with a nice Pisces, although she said, “Kramer you hate Pisces.” It’s not true, but her folks bought us dinner down at Guero’s, and later I got to hear all kinds of stories about her parents. Then, on a whim, I convinced my Virgo driver to spin past the post office so I could retrieve some money from the mail box. No cash, no checks, and the postmaster had delivered a July issue of “Yahoo Life” magazine by accident to my p.o. box — check out the last page. Three stars for the website.