Can't imagine having a bear climbing over the back-yard fence. The only critters that I see atop my fence are squirrels, stray cats and birds. At the moment, an unusually large number of white-winged doves are usually present in the front and back yards, mostly pecking around in the grass. Where I grew up in South Texas, each year there was a brief white-wing hunting season that would begin at something like 2:00 in the afternoon. At that moment, the shotguns would begin blazing away and it would sound like war had broken out in the region. It was great sport back then, but in my old age, all I ever shoot anymore is my camera, which I do with much more success than I ever did with a shotgun.
On the evening that John Lennon was killed, I was in a long telephone conversation and didn't have the TV on, so didn't hear about it until the next morning. It was in the pre-cable days, at least for us, and I can remember someone at the office saying that the three networks shut down their primetime programming to cover the story. Can you imagine how CNN, MSNBC and Fox News would grind the story to death for days if it happened today?
I wasn't at all suprised at the news of Elvis' death. I had seen him in a concert a year earlier and he looked and sounded terrible, so his music pretty much died at that time for me.
Good luck with your lawn mowing tomorrow. I know how tough it can be in the summer heat, although I don't have your hilly terrain, large acreage and bummed-out toe to deal with. My handicap is advancing years, which makes outdoor activities in the heat a little more difficult each year.
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