Just a coincidence?
Or: There’s a signpost up ahead . . .
Zoo Lou of St. Paul: “There are moments in life that ask: ‘Is it a mere coincidence or something deeper, beyond the understanding of humankind?’
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How many summers do you have with your children? Is it ever enough?
The Permanent Motherly/Daughtersly Record
Skatermom of Woodbury: “Subject: 18th summer.
“We have a tradition, the girls and I, of getting into the pool for the last few hours of Labor Day. When we jump in, it’s still summer; when we get out, it’s time to get ready for school the next day. The page has turned.
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Here’s how to break an awkward silence on the way up or down.
The discomfort of strangers
Leading to: Today’s helpful hint
The Doryman of Prescott, Wisconsin: “Subject: Taking humor to the next level.
“I ride in elevators several times a day. I use one to get home, even.
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Step right up, for your “potentially gut-churning pickled, spiced, sauced, cheese-covered, and deep-fried whatever”!
The best State Fair in our state!
Ramblin’ Rose writes: “Subject: Food, Glorious Food. [Bulletin Board sings along: Hot Corn Dog With Mustard!]
“In case there was any doubt at all, the State Fair is here. The news anchors and radio personalities seem positively giddy about the prospect of broadcasting for 12 days with a live audience. History shows that even 90-degree heat and humidity won’t wilt their smiles as they showcase blue-ribbon winners and gush over baby animals. And, of course, they have to sample the new foods.
Four boys at a driving range, swinging as hard as they can. What could possibly go wrong?
FORE!
Reports Chris, “formerly of Falcon Heights, now from beautiful White Bear Lake”: “Got my nerves tested when I took my four grandsons to the driving range.
After all of the games over all of the years, there has to be a final game. Alas.
The Permanent Fatherly/Sonly Record
The Divine Mum of Crocus Hill has sent us this update, from her husband: “Subject: Little League Coach’s Diary, Vol. VII, Ch. 1.
“‘I felt what I almost always feel when I am watching a ballgame: Just for those two or three hours, there is really no place I would rather be.’ — Roger Angell, writing in ‘The Summer Game.’ [Bulletin Board can’t help but interject: These days, the great Mr. Angell would have to write “Just for those three or four hours. . . .”]
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What do you own that makes no sense to own?
Then & Now
The Astronomer of Nininger: “Subject: My Old Chevy.
“Reminiscing about older cars is something we all do. We think about the ones we had years ago. If we could go back in those cars, we could go back in our lives, relive the good times and be someone else. Memories are a distinct part of those kinds of cars.
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