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For right now you’re just gonna’ have to overlook the idea that I should have learned not to talk about politics and religion.  But, the Don never brought it up and I never learned better.

Ok.  His name is not really Spot; it’s Pakak.  And, he’s a Siberian Husky with an attitude.  I’m going to call him Spot though -  I just get so damn upset with Pakak so I’m going to call him Spot.  Maybe that way I’ll be able to calm down and write the story. Only Husky in the world with an attitude I’m sure!

The idea for this category came from my sister-in-law.  She thought it would be neat to write about the day from Spot’s perspective.  I agree.  It sounds like fun.  But, I warn you; you probably don’t want to let the little kiddies read this category.  This dog has a real attitude.

I thought it might be a good idea to give you an idea of what will be going on in this category called the Don. I think you will eventually find this category to be one of your favorites unless you have no faults.

This category is going to contain “lessons learned”. It’s going to be about the things I learn from the “the Don”. You’ve seen enough TV to know you don’t mess around with the Don. And when he speaks, you better be listening. And you better not forget it either – some lessons can be taught the hard-hard way.

I’ve known the Don for a bunch of years. It seems like I’ve known him all my life. Some people think it’s kind of strange that I’m that comfortable with him. I think they’ve watched too much TV. I finally learned to pick up on the subtle counseling coming from the Don. I also feel pretty sure that if I had not picked it up, it could have been explained in much more detail.

Anyway, I’m going to pass along what I learn. It may take me weeks to get it written here since I’ll probably still be counting to ten; million, or waiting for my tongue to heal. Better than a busted face though.

I was wanting some good fried fish. No more shrimp or crabs for a while. I wanted something from the deep sea. Grouper maybe. Too bad they don’t have Kitty Mitchell.

I was about sixteen and had never bought seafood from a fish market. Why should I? I had been shrimping or fishing since I was about twelve. Anyway, here I am, standing in the aromatic vapors of the fish house at the rotten end of the St. Andrews wharf when I thought I had found my life’s ambition – workin’ in the fish house.

I’ve spent an awful lot of time on salt water. A lot! This category will be stories from my past – when I can remember them. It’s because of the sixties you know.

Panama 44, 10-19, Code-3. Alright. This is my kind of stuff. Real street fightin’.

My cops and robbers stories. Most of ‘em true.

I would really have liked to start this category  with a cool name. Something like Genesis, but that one was already taken.  My original title for this category was going to be 101 ways to screw up your life but when i went over the 101, I decided I better change the name.

I’ve already got a column called the Don – it’s about things I learn from the Don.  This one’s different – it’s about things I learned on my own!  I don’t want to be the cause of an increased use of your drugs so it’s all going to be toned down a bit.

I really hope you guys from about 15 to 25 will check on this stuff.  I’ll tell you what I learned the hard way and you do with it what you like.  No preachin’ and no hollerin’ – just good stuff.  Kind of a one sided Dear Abby.