How Bazaar

No, I’m not referring to the weather as bazaar, those balmy spring like temperatures confusing the world of Flora, as I wait eagerly for the snow. Nor am I referring to the fact that Hillary Clinton, or Obama for that matter, can even show their faces in public, let alone her being the supposed democrat candidate for president. That is truly bazaar but not the bazaar of this post. (If “13 Hours; The Secret Soldiers of Benghazi” doesn’t open the eyes of democrats I don’t know what will. Debate over.)

The bazaar I am referring to is The Milwaukee Bike Bazaar formerly known as the bike swap. If that is not bazaar enough for you perhaps the Hugh Jass Bike Series is more your style. An interesting series I first heard of at the last Metro Mountain Bikers meeting. The events include demo bikes, a bike toss and a taco truck to fuel the body. The next race is a familiar venue to all mountain bike enthusiasts in Milwaukee.

And what is this bazaar looking chunk of wood and MDF? It is a jig for assembling more cedar planter boxes for standard 2x4’s or rough cut. There are so many slots to accommodate having more then one vertical support per wall at various spacing.

Bazaar rot patterns on my garage wall are duplicated on the opposing wall’s exerior. It comes from the spawn of Jehovah Witness families urinating on my garage for over a decade. The overhead door is smashed in as many years past, though none of them or their friends lived along our alley, they would set up a portable basketball hoop and drive into my garage door over and over. It all began shortly after we moved into the neighborhood with the ring leader of these haters shooting a pellet gun at my dog (Tun-Tun my late very bestest dog ever and forever) from their upstairs unit window across the street. Other antics included, but were not limited to, turning on my outdoor spigot or that of my neighbor’s to run water continuously against our home’s foundation wall, sending water into our basement and raising water bills. A rock thrown at our window and the attempt to kick in a man door on our garage were frustrated by neighbors. “To steal our bikes.” they confessed to a neighbor as they continued to kick the door until the neighbor chased them away. Confronted at times they were even heard to say, it is because of the Church we belong to; using the derogative of course. A very special Merry Christmas to all Jehovah Witness.

How bazaar.

Tun-Tun bloodied up a loose pit bull that tried to attack Misao in the park one day.

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