Oh, and was his face red (Rusty red?)!
Rusty of St. Paul: “Last week, I filled up at a gas station in a small Wisconsin town. After starting the pump, I proceeded to wash my windows. I noted a tow truck with a sign on the door for a body shop. As the driver walked by, I decided to hit him up for some free advice. Our windshield had just been dinged by a rock, not badly, and I asked if it was worth getting filled in. He and I looked it over. Very nice man.
Continue reading “The Case of the Distracted Driver — or: A funny thing happened on the way from the pump!”
Know thy livestock!
All Hallows’ Day Eve (or, if you prefer, All Saints’ Day Eve) email from DebK of Rosemount: “Taxman and I have always been church-y people, but becoming pretend farmers has deepened our appreciation for Scriptural references to rural life. There’s nothing like being in the lamb business, for example, to deepen one’s appreciation of Jesus’s many elaborations of the relationship between sheep and Shepherd.
Continue reading “The Case of Mama Hen and the Mongrel Chicks — or: What Would Jesus Say?”
Today’s helpful hint
Leading to: Comedy Meets Science
D. Ziner writes: “Subject: Comics and their consequences.
“Many years ago, a dental hygienist said my gums would be a lot healthier if I just spent more time brushing my teeth. I took her advice, but became increasingly concerned that boredom would have me returning to my old habits — so I began putting the comics section of the Pioneer Press next to the bathroom sink and would read all the cartoons and strips on one page while brushing my uppers and all the comics on the opposite page doing the lowers.
Continue reading “Why are all of the comic strips (except maybe “Fred Basset”) hilarious one day . . . and “bordering on lousy” the next?”
And: The Permanent Fatherly/Daughterly Record
Big Eek of Southeast Minneapolis: “The middle daughter had just finished college and had some time before she left for her Peace Corps stint on the Dark Continent. We decided to take a short trip to Billy the Kid territory in New Mexico. On our second night out, we stopped at a Red Roof Inn. There was a nightclub, Sherlock’s, across the parking lot. We sauntered over.
Continue reading ““You thirsty, Pops? What’ll you have?””
The Permanent Grandmotherly Record
Grandma Paula remembers: “Subject: The twinkle in Grandma’s eye.
“This picture hung on a wall in Grandma Ecker’s house for years. When her grandchildren would ask ‘Who is that, Grandma?’ she would smile and say: ‘It is me when I was younger.’
Continue reading ““Grandma Ecker sure was a beautiful girl, wasn’t she?””