There was a fowl odor coming from the outhouse. Could that be . . . one of the partridge family?

Life as we know it
Outhouses and Port-a-Potties Division

Twitty of Como writes: “When I was about age 12, my parents bought a small, unfinished cabin on 28 acres of lakeshore. It was beautiful but had no well, electricity or lavatory facilities.

“When spring came, it became my job to dig a hole for the as-yet-unbuilt outhouse, which I did. The outhouse wasn’t intended for long-term use, so it was pretty much a spare wood frame wrapped with tarpaper — cold in winter and hot in summer.

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The lady in the car was talking to the beagle . . . but “ladyinthecar” was eavesdropping!

Our pets, ourselves
Leading to: The highfalutin amusements

Reports Norton’s mom of Eau Claire, Wisconsin: “Subject: Selective hearing? Not with ‘ladyinthecar.’

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Come on up to the Squirrel Hotel — where all of the bedding is purple polarfleece!

Our theater of seasons

Madame Polarfleece: “Almost every year, if there happens to be a snowfall that is moist and packable, I make a snow woman on our deck just outside our kitchen window.

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Mr. John Ford directed: “Count these.” He was “a man of few words. Not nasty — just no small talk.”

Keeping Track

Twitty of Como writes: “Inspired — or, rather, memory jogged — by the entries from Mr. Tulkinghorn and The Bloomington Bird Lady, here is my inventory story:

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