Life as we know it
Or: The Permanent Motherly/Sonly Record
Al B of Hartland remembers: “When I was a small boy, I walked down the street in Hartland in the company of my mother.
“I love Hartland. Population 315. Everything is within easy walking distance. It seemed as big as the world in those days. Continue reading ““Of course, being a boy, I had to do the exact opposite thing from what my mom had asked me to do.””
Life as we know it
The Divine Mum of Crocus Hill has sent us her husband’s “Little League Coach’s Diary, Vol. VI, Ch. 1”:
“‘Since baseball time is measured only in outs, all you have to do is succeed utterly; keep hitting, keep the rally alive, and you have defeated time. You remain forever young.’ — Roger Angell, writing in ‘The Summer Game.’
The little treasures
Advertising Division (responsorial)
DebK of Rosemount: “If Saint Isidore had not already been installed as patron of our pretend farm, which (according to Taxman) excels only in the production of a ‘sea of…[feces] and an ocean of red ink,’ we would certainly consider dedicating the place to J.S. Kemp in honor of his leadership in the realm of (ahem) feces management. Truth to tell, Sleepless from St. Paul (in Minneapolis) [BB, 8/7/2017] precipitated an outbreak of Manure-Spreader Envy here in our corner of Rice County with his contribution celebrating the wonders of Kemp’s ‘King of Manure Spreaders.’
The little treasures
Advertising Division
Writes Sleepless from St. Paul (in Minneapolis): “Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.
Continue reading “The Manure Spreader of the Century? “Nearly 20,000 sold — not one returned.””
God (and/or the Devil) is in the details
Or: Only a __________ would notice!
Zoo Lou of St. Paul writes: “Subject: Do they think nobody wouldn’t notice? [Bulletin Board interjects: Don’t you mean “would notice”? Sorry; being a ___________, we couldn’t help but notice!]
Bulletin Board 