Clowning around (responsorial)
Or: You are what you eat!
The Bitter and Disgruntled Guy from Andover: “Tim Torkildson‘s story on November 12th brought back some wonderful memories of my grandpa.
“My grandpa would eat everything except the oink. He loved pickled pigs’ feet, pig knuckles, sardines, God-awful-smelling herring, liver, fat from any steak, head cheese, etc. The only thing he had only once and would not eat again was blood sausage. I assumed it was horrible just by the name.
Continue reading “What Monty Python could have offered: Scrapple, Scrapple, Scrapple, Scrapple, Scrapple, Scrapple, Scrapple …”
Or: Older Than Dirt?
Christy of Menomonie, Wisconsin: “How many senior citizens does it take to change a battery in a smoke alarm? Evidently more than I thought. Plus a call to an electrician!
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The Permanent Grandfatherly/Granddaughterly Record
Aggie Girl: “Subject: One person’s ‘junk’ …
“I was dusting my living room today — something I do all too rarely. (What can I say? I’m a lazy GenXer, not a hard-working OTD type … but that isn’t the point.)
Continue reading “When a “Lazy GenXer” tidies up her living room, she dusts off a happy memory every time.”
Grandma Pat, “formerly of rural Roberts, Wisconsin”: “Well, I’ve done it now. I’ve gone quite wild.
Continue reading “After a lifetime of frugality, an 86-year-old woman has ‘gone quite wild’!”
Today’s helpful hint
Email from Donald: “Subject: The best advice I ever got.
“Rich worked for years in the pro shop at Tartan Park, but now he’s charming customers at Eagle Valley. I hadn’t seen him since he changed locations, but when my sons and I played there recently, he had his usual smiling face to accompany a warm greeting.
Continue reading “Want to enjoy your round of golf? Don’t worry about might show up on your scorecard!”
Tim Torkildson writes: “Subject: My First Can of Sardines.
“Long immured, as a child, by my mother’s staid Norwegian cookery, when I at last burst the shackles of home and joined up with the circus, I craved the finest and most exotic of cuisines. On a First of May’s salary, this was hard to conjure up; $90 a week, even back in 1971, did not allow me to order bowls brimming with vichyssoise or platters of filet mignon very often. Mostly I subsisted on a grilled cheese and bowl of tomato soup at Woolworth’s for 75 cents.
Continue reading “Two rules of Clown Alley: (1) You don’t rat out another clown. (2) You don’t eat sardines — ever!”
Now & Then
Little Sister writes: “Even though I haven’t darkened any doors of the Nicollet Mall in Minneapolis for years, I am sad to hear that Macy’s is considering closing the store. It’s another bittersweet reminder of a bygone era — not for Macy’s, but for what once was Dayton’s flagship store.
Continue reading ““From the minute we went through Dayton’s heavy revolving doors, I was in hog heaven.””