“People have a way of telling you what they think you wanna hear — anytime I don’t know something and I ask somebody, I usually know less about it after I ask them.” — Bob Dylan

Another Labor Day has come and passed in a quiet manor. People appeared to be relaxed. Even Mello took it easy. She seemed to limit her barking.

I talked to a friend who said she knew of a dog that could be looking for a home. This came following a long walk at the fairground. We were both tired when that ended. The other dog hasn’t been looked into yet.

Later I stopped by the high school sidewalk to pay a silent visit to the Blaze 93 engraved in the cement. Blaze was a graduate of 1993. I turned down another sidewalk going east toward downtown then stopped again just before going off the curb to write down the information on ‘Blaze.’ When I was done writing I looked down and saw that I was next to two more peace signs attributed to Blaze.

These Blaze patches were carved 18 years ago. I usually look for Blaze’s marker when I peddle down to Taco John’s (I think that’s the name) for Taco Tuesday.

I closed the day washing the windows, not all of them, but the ones I could access. And now I hope to read The End of Education Redefining The Value Of School by Neil Postman who is also the author of Amusing Ourselves to Death.

The New York Times Book Review on the back cover tells us “Informal and clear…  Postman’s ideas about education are appealingly fresh.”

“No contemporary essayist writing about American pop culture is more fun to read and more on target.”—Los Angeles Times

Another book for people who are interested in writing could benefit by reading Natalie Goldberg’s Writing Down the Bone. I am sure the public library has a copy and there is always room to begin by joining the Writer’s Group on the third Wednesday at the library at 7 p.m. to 9 p.m. followed usually by coffee.