Month: March 2018

“That Humphrey is so cheap, he wouldn’t pay a dime to see Christ ride a bicycle!”

The Permanent Neighborly Record

Tim Torkildson writes: “Subject: The Terrible Antones.

“One spring morning, in the year 1962, Jimmy Antone was in a terrific butting mood. Something had got his goat, ruffled his feathers, waved a red flag, and he was rarin’ to start butting. This was his standard reaction whenever he got mad. I was there, and saw it — and narrowly missed being butted in the stomach myself.

“I have no idea what set Jimmy off. All I know is it wasn’t me.

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What’s great about this picture: its background and its background! Oh, and its foreground, too!

The Permanent Family Record

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The Gram With a Thousand Rules: “Easter in 1933:

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“We’re gonna win, Twins! We’re gonna score! We’re gonna win, Twins! Watch that baseball soar!”

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The Bloomington Bird Lady: “Subject: Those Twins.

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The glory of their time — when Kirby and Herbie, Bruno and the Rat, Sweet Music and Bert, Lauds and Lombo, Gags and Gladdy, Smalls and T.K. all ate the Breakfast of Champions!

It happens every spring . . . though in the rarest autumn!
Where We Live Division

Lola: “With the major-league baseball season starting, here is a reminder of how much fun it was and how good it felt when our Minnesota Twins won the 1987 World Series.

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What this country had been (or hadn’t been) needing (II)

In the very early days of Bulletin Board (which began, by the way, 28 years ago yesterday, as Walt of Wayzata noted), Bright Spot of South St. Paul said that the wearing of a baseball cap backwards is “the universal symbol of a fool.”

We’ve thought of that observation a thousand times since, whenever we have seen someone other than a relative wearing his (or, or course, her) cap with the bill to the rear. Continue reading “What this country had been (or hadn’t been) needing (II)”