Gary is very concerned about the flu pandemic. We were going to invest in Apple but we're waiting till Monday to see how the stock market will be affected. Deb is not as worried about the flu because she never gets it but we read that healthy people succumb first and that is cause for concern. All that broccoli and for what? Gary, who lived on a diet of Baby Ruths and Pepsi for the better part of his adolescence, college, and post graduate life will be spared. Oh the ironies...
We interrupt this post for a special health bulletin: As official Beehive CHO (Corporate Hypochondria Officer), Gary would like to remind all that honey is an excellent defense against many disease agents. However, he is uncertain of whether the golden elixir kills viruses, of which the flu is one. More research and further advisories will follow. Meanwhile Deb recommends the book Honey, Mud, Maggots and other Medicinal Wonders as a wonderful resource for hypochondriacs everywhere.
Gary promised he would bring home some trout after his first attempt to fly fish this season but all he caught was the game warden, who was the nicest guy he ever met carrying a nine millimeter handgun. Maybe we should be stocking up on more than trout for the projected looting of Shaws and Walmart.
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If you took all the money spent on anti-depressants, doctors' visits, trips to the hospital for complications arising from depression and siphoned all that money toward a yearly one week visit to the island of Culebra in Puerto Rico for every depressed writer you know, it would save millions, promote the economy, and put an end to suffering as we know it. Especially if you spent some time in Old San Juan at the end. Check out the 
the idea of the people behind the signs, those who created them, those who used them to promote whatever they wanted to promote, those who used them for direction. In a time when most all of the signs we see are no more than logos inflated, I look at old neon and hand-painted signs as evidence of a lost America, one in which people had more opportunity to exercise creativity and more options in the world of commerce. Drive through most any town now, and you still see some homegrown signs. But our landscape is dominated by Wal Mart and Rite Aid, Outback Steakhouse and Home Depot. It's a bland, redundant way to live, a great leveling that does nothing for the idea of community. So here's a Beehive shout out to some of the oldies, and an invitation to check out some of them 
