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Their theater of seasons
Or: Know thy family, know thyself!
Mounds View Swede: “Fall color here is pretty much over, but I just received some colorful photos from my son in Oregon that he took when he visited a Japanese Garden in Portland.
Continue reading “Like grandfather, like cousins, like father, like son!”
The Greatest Generation
KMarie writes: “The activities manager of the care center at Atrium Village, where my mother lives, occasionally requests me to play piano music. I’ve found books of popular songs from the ’20s, ’30s and ’40s, as some of the residents, including my mother, are over 100 years old. My daughter joked that perhaps my music isn’t old enough for this crowd.
Continue reading “Why won’t she play the National Anthem for these folks again?”
Trick or treat!
Uncle Buck of St. Paul reports: “Here is a picture of the cutest little pumpkin ever: little Hendrix (a.k.a. ‘Jimmi’)!”
Could be verse!
Writes Transplanted (“preparing for a Halloween romp at the graveyard in the Sunshine State”): “I could have shared these in the past. Or not. I don’t know for sure, and time passes so quickly that everything is a blur now. It gets dark too early. And things are often very silent, especially for those of us who have no hearing left.
Our cars, ourselves
The Astronomer of Nininger: “Subject: The Falcoon — or: I can’t be out of gas; it’s Wednesday.
“The Ford Motor Company manufactured and marketed a lot of automobiles with names that started with an F. One of them that was actually pretty successful was the Ford Falcon. I saw one at a recent auto show and was reminded about the one we owned in the late ’60s, when I was an Air Force pilot stationed in L.A. — Lower Alabama. Continue reading “The mechanic said: “Lady, can I try to add some gas and see what happens?””
The Permanent Paternal Record
The Gram With a Thousand Rules: “Subject: Life with my dad.
“When my oldest sisters were dating, our telephone rang incessantly. Dad hated it; he was under the illusion that it should ring only for him. He enjoyed talking to his pals, and by-jezzus how could they get through with the line busy all the time?
Continue reading “When those idiotic boys keep calling your daughters, what’s a father to do?”
Our times
And: The highfalutin pleasures
Email: “Subject: Voting ads.
“I’m Birdwatcher in La Crescent, and I approve of my mute button!”
This ‘n’ that
Both from Al B of Hartland: “(1) I visited the South Congress Bridge, which crosses Lady Bird Lake in Austin, Texas. It’s quite a sight seeing the 1.5 million bats emerge from the narrow crevices in the underside of the bridge. They start to come forth about 20 minutes before sundown.
“Every flying insect I encountered was nervous.
Continue reading “What does Birdwatcher in La Crescent approve of?”
Only a _____________ would notice
Or: Not exactly what (if anything) they had in mind
Twitty of Como writes: “There’s a commercial for Dodge Ram currently airing on TV that stirs my angst. I think it’s the intention of the commercial’s writers to emphasize the truck’s strength and power — which it has, I don’t doubt. But to me, they miss the mark.
Continue reading “How many logs could a Ram truck snake out of the woods? More than one, you think?”
