Life as we know it
The Gram With a Thousand Rules: “Does anyone remember listening to the radio broadcast of ‘Your Hit Parade’? Each Saturday night, when ‘Your Hit Parade’ came on the air, my teenage siblings and my mother would settle down by the radio with tablets and pencils in hand to capture each word of the newest hit song.
Continue reading “Whattya mean you can’t sing? “Nonsense! Anyone can sing.””
Gee, our old La Salle ran great!
Or: The lowfalutin pleasures
Auction Girl of PL writes: “Subject: Garage-sale typewriter brings life back to writing.
“When my 12-year-old niece first set eyes on the 1940s Royal with Magic Margins, a heckuva hefty iron machine with round and square keys, she seemed delighted. ‘It’s just like the computer,’ she exclaimed. Continue reading ““It’s more visceral when you can feel it in the action of a key clobbering a wet ink ribbon against a page.””
The Permanent Family Record
DebK of Rosemount: “Following this past weekend’s outdoor wedding, members of the Dunn family have (mostly) returned to their homes in the far corners of the nation. They left refreshed in their appreciation of the glories of rhubarb and of the vagaries of Minnesota weather. And most of us were awakened belatedly to the astonishing resemblance between Randy (‘the Baby’ who grew up to be a drill sergeant) and Grandma Jennie, Dad’s formidable (and bulky) mother.
The Permanent Family Record
The Gram With a Thousand Rules: “These old photos, they keep surfacing. Just when I think I have seen them all, another one pops up.
Gee, our old La Salle ran great!
Tim Torkildson remembers: “When I was little, my mother had to take my sisters and me shopping with her, because she didn’t trust babysitters. Continue reading “How he learned to be an atheist up at the Red Owl store in New Brighton . . . and then committed the perfect crime!”
Bulletin Board 