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Asked and answered
Or: Then & Now (responsorial) — leading to: A little song, a little dance, a little seltzer down your pants! And: In memoriam
The Mambo King writes: “The story from Gregory J. of Dayton’s Bluff about being unable to find Tom Swift Jr. books in the St. Paul library brought back some bittersweet memories for me.
Continue reading ““I’m here for my brother’s funeral,” answered Tom, gravely.”
Asked and answered
Or: Then & Now
Gregory J. of Dayton’s Bluff: “I asked a question and received an answer. That isn’t unusual, except that there was a gap of about 55 years between the question and the answer. Continue reading ““You don’t have the Tom Swift books? Why not?!””
Life as we know it
DebK of Rosemount: “Pulling up very deep roots and relocating to the farm was a process made easier by my lifelong aversion to tall buildings and bright lights. Rosemount has come to have too many of both for my taste. Continue reading “How you gonna keep ’em down on the farm, after they’ve seen Rosemount?”
Our butterflies, ourselves
Leading to: The vision thing (responsorial)
Wednesday’s BB included this note and picture from Doris G. of Randolph, Minnesota: “I looked real close at this Painted Lady butterfly, and it looks like it has a face: two eyes, nose, mouth and beard.
“Or it could be just me and my imagination.”
We shortly heard from two B. Boarders in Wisconsin:
The Doryman of Prescott, Wisconsin: “As you probably have been told many times by now, I believe Doris G.‘s picture is of a Red Admiral. Although easily confused with Painted Ladies, we know that errors are not easily overlooked in our community by those that ‘only a ______ would notice.'”
Shell Lake Granny: “I’m probably not the first to correct Doris G. of Randolph.
“Her butterfly is not a Painted Lady. It is a Red Admiral.”
BULLETIN BOARD SAYS: Now you know. And so do we!
Thanks, people.
The Permanent Paternal Record
The Gram With a Thousand Rules: “When World War II ended and power tools became available, my dad and my brother were first in line to try out every new gadget, big or small. They couldn’t get enough of them.
Continue reading ““That man has a jungle of power tools down there!””
The Permanent Grandfatherly Record
Happy Medium: “My father came to the United States from Tønsberg, Norway, in 1914, at the age of 17. He lived in rural Cushing, Wisconsin, with his sister and her husband, helping them on their dairy farm. His parents and his three younger siblings landed in New York City a year later and settled in the same area.
Continue reading “The day her Norwegian grandpa met the funniest-looking pig he’d ever seen!”
Then & Now
The Doryman of Prescott, Wisconsin: “I get email notifications from several high-end companies that market on the Internet as well as in their trendy and tony retail locations.
