Please Throw This Dog a Bone Occasionally, Will Ya?

Pennsylvania’s Governor Wolf extended the commonwealth’s “Stay at Home” orders for the Philadelphia area until June 4th. They were set to expire at midnight on May 8th, but no cigar. That’s not surprising to me.

Philadelphia, Mongomery and Bucks Counties are hot spots with 23,605 confirmed cases of COVID-19 and 1,715 deaths, compared to 51,845 positive cases and 3,106 deaths throughout all of Pennsylvania. However, 24 counties in the north-central and northwestern part of the state have moved into the “Yellow Zone,” which carries less restrictive, preventive measures as outlined in a prior tirade, The remaining 43 counties are still under the red labeling.

Lately on the weekends, I don’t dare move my car from the parking lot. Guaranteed that if I do, no spaces will be left upon my return; and I’ll have to park on the street. If it’s after 4 or 5 p.m., forget about it. None are available there either. One time I had to park at the clubhouse, which is about a half-mile away.

Last Saturday I walked over to Glen Foerd Estate, directly over Poquessing Creek: the border between Northeast Philadelphia and my apartment complex in Andalusia. Staying indoors all the time gets old fast, never mind the lack of exercise which is not healthy.

With my camera equipment in tow, mask readily available to wear when others are nearby, I spent the day basking in the warm sunshine, photographing and smelling the May flowers; got some nice shots of the Andalusian osprey, and the resident black vulture who lives in the old water tower, etc. The following video contains photos of the visit plus footage of the full Flower Supermoon from the 7th, if you care to see it:

On my way back, a man who was exiting one of the apartment buildings commented about how it was a beautiful day to be out and taking pictures, asking me if I had been by the river. After putting on my mask and telling him about my journey to Glen Foerd Estate, I said it was nice to get outside instead of being locked-down in my flat because of the pandemic, and worrying about wearing a mask in public.

That got him started, dissing the health department and government officials, claiming the pandemic is a fake, started by the Illuminati to suppress the masses and control their movement.

“Don’t be fooled by all of this. Do you know anyone infected with the virus?” he said.

“No, and I don’t want to know anyone who has it.”

“See, that’s just my point.” It’s all made up. Nobody is sick. People die yearly from the flu. Hospitals get funding for COVID-19 patients, and they have been reporting their miscellaneous deaths as being attributed to the virus to get the money,” he said. “It’s all bullshit. The confirmed cases and death counts are overinflated.”

That was enough for me to walk away. These pandemic deniers are a threat to the general public’s health. “Got to go” I said. “Have a great day.” Not even looking back, I thought about people who died because of COVID-19. John Prine came to mind, along with Adam Schlesinger: founder of the band, “Fountains of Wayne.” What about the people who reported they tested positive for the virus? Prince Charles, Tom Hanks and his wife, Jackson Browne, Pink, and N.Y. Governor Cuomo’s brother Chris and his wife are just a few.

I’m surprised that guy wasn’t wearing a tinfoil hat. He must be a load of fun at parties, if we’ll ever be able to attend them again during this forthcoming post-pandemic era. I’m so stressed out over this, hoping it will be over soon so I can stop cutting my own hair, looking like the “Wreck of the Hesperus,” and be able to visit a professional barber; although, we probably won’t be safe until a SARS-CoV-2 coronavirus vaccine is formulated. Then what happens if the virus mutates, like it’s been doing, and a new plague develops, creating this craziness all over again?

Music takes my mind off of these worries. Rie Waits and I just finished a new duet that I think is pretty cool. No one else seems to agree. All my so-called followers on Twitter, where I posted it, have kept any comments, likes or retweets about the song to themselves, except for a friend who was kind enough to tweet something. The others won’t even throw this dog a bone and offer something nice to say. Why is that? Will it kill them to acknowledge my hard work, even it the song stinks?

I don’t know why I’m posting it here either, but maybe someone will like it. Who knows? Surprise me:

Thanks for your continued, albeit silent, support.

About Mike Slickster

As an early retiree with an honorary doctorate degree from the proverbial "School of Hard Knocks," this upcoming author with a lot of free time on his hands utilizes his expansive repertoire for humorous yet tragic, wildly creative writing that contains years of imaginative fantasy, pure nonsense, classic slapstick, extreme happiness and searing heartbreak; gathered by a wealth of personal experiences throughout his thrilling—sometimes mundane or unusually horrid—free-spirited, rock-'n'-roller-coaster ride around our beloved Planet Earth. Mike Slickster's illustrious quest continues, living now in Act Three of his present incarnation, quite a bit on the cutting edge of profundity and philosophical merriment as seen through his colorful characters, most notably evident in the amusing Thirty Days Across the Big Pond series, all of which can be found at
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2 Responses to Please Throw This Dog a Bone Occasionally, Will Ya?

  1. Jack Maher says:

    You sure meet some funny people mike. Well Shelley will have to wash my shirt because I Blew coffee all down the front of it threw my nose when you said he must be fun at parties. Keep up the good stuff.

    • Thanks, Jack. Send my apologies to Shelley for the coffee-stained shirt 🙂 Crazy people must see me coming. I attract them like a magnet. Maybe they sense I’m crazy too.

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