Notes from George's Diary
Crawford, Texas
I find my circumstances quite surreal. I'm glad I'm in Crawford now, just lolling about, with lots of free time on my hands.
I've even learned how to use the computer, and boy oh boy, I thought the words 'surfing' meant you had to be in the ocean to cruise the waves.
One day, I chanced upon this funny radio show hosted by Mo Twister, his 'gay' friend Mojo and an Asian woman named Grace Lee laughing it up. I listened to it, and have been hooked ever since this so called 'ridiculous' retirement foisted on me. I don't mind even if it's based in the Philippines, a country I visited maybe three years ago? Boy, that visit was quite funny. A vehicle in our convoy stalled right in the middle of Quezon Boulevard, and the people in charge of my security almost fainted, until a quick thinking female security specialist revved the engine, bringing it back to life.
Anyway, this funny letter has been circulating around about my supposed letter to Barry upon his ascension to the WH role. THis is not true, although it looks a lot like my writing.
I could just imagine Mo Twister having a lot of fun with this one, even at my expense. It's nice to see someone happy; it's nice to forget about one's own misery, for a change.
It's not a miserable time for me. I'll be building a library and looking forward to a new role in the coming years. In the meantime, let me go back to my taped radio shows. It's nice to find the time to just laugh.
It's a good, good feeling.
(Postscript : 'Notes from George's Diary' is fictional and comes from the imagination and point of view of this blogger. Good Times!
The letter is created by Lee Camp, from the Huffington Post)
