Till death them did part
And: Fifteeen nanoseconds of fame — leading to: There’s a signpost up ahead . . .
Wild Bill of River Falls, Wisconsin: “Here’s a story that was on my mind today.
“It is a story about my parents, whose anniversary would have been next week. Call them Edna and Rudy.
Continue reading “Frank Sinatra sang at their table. Frank Sinatra sang at her funeral. And then?”
It’s been a full month since Bulletin Board moved from the daily St. Paul Pioneer Press to BBonward.com (with a page of highlights republished in each Sunday’s Pioneer Press).
We’ve really enjoyed it, and we hope that you have, too.
Continue reading “EXTRA! EXTRA! See a month’s worth of outstanding pictures!”
There & There
KH of White Bear Lake writes: “Subject: Small Town, Big Town.
“How different can two siblings raised in the same family turn out?
“One daughter lives in a Minnesota prairie town with a population of about 300. Our other daughter lives in New York City, population 8.5 million.
Continue reading “Country mouse, city mouse: “How different can two siblings raised in the same family turn out?””
Unclear on the concept
Leading to: Hmmmmmmmm (responsorial)
The November 25 Bulletin Board opened with a story from IGHGrampa: “In a shop at the Mall of America, I noticed some state-shape decorations on the wall above the display shelves.
“They had North Dakota backwards. Minnesota, Wisconsin, Iowa, South Dakota — they were all the right way. But they had North Dakota up with the eastern border on the west.
Continue reading “Is it true that no country would put a black stripe at the top of its flag? Nein! Das ist nicht wahr!”
Naturally, today was the day we didn’t look at BBonward.com till midafternoon … when we discovered that what was “published” this morning was ENTIRELY WRONG! It was unedited; didn’t have headings; made no sense; et cetera, et cetera.
No idea how it happened … but can say this: The BB that should have run this morning is at BBonward.com now, under the headline “Nothing was safe from an Anti-Pack Rat on the warpath against spiders!“ Or it was a moment ago! Let’s hope it is now.
The Permanent Maternal Record
Tim Torkildson writes: “My mother was not a pack rat. In fact, she was the Anti-Pack Rat. If it didn’t have an immediate use or recurring purpose, out it went.
“She allowed one small cardboard box for Christmas decorations, about the size of a toaster. We kept nothing in the attic; it was a sterile facility for the storage of dust. The basement was bare as well. One lone card table leaned against a whitewashed wall in the unlikely event we had enough company over to require its use. Otherwise there was nothing but a dehumidifier and the washing machine and dryer. Not even a cabinet to store detergent, bleach, and Mrs. Stewart’s Bluing. All that stuff was placed beneath the cast-iron laundry sink, right out in plain sight.
” ‘Spiders are formed around undisturbed materials,’ she told me darkly as a child.
Continue reading “Nothing was safe from an Anti-Pack Rat on the warpath against spiders!”