Gee, our old La Salle ran great!
Deuce of Eagan writes: “Subject: The Peanut Gallery.
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“. . . and that’s when I swear I saw Elvis walk across my living room in blue suede shoes.”
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?’
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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