If George Zimmerman is a WHITE Hispanic, why isn’t Obama a WHITE black?
For lunch today, we had sewage-fed fish from Thailand (purchased by mistake), instant mashed potatoes made with powdered milk, plus some gravy from a mix packet. It was all a bit salty, though my wife added no salt. Otherwise, it was delicious. My wife gets creative when the cupboard gets low on stock.
I deleted a very likeable fellow from my Facebook “friends” list yesterday. He thought that he should lecture others while being what Jesus would call “lukewarm” on many important issues himself. Call me self-righteous, but I hate to waste time with folks like that anymore.
Our relatively new flat-screen TV is starting to jerk like a download that’s not keeping up. The one in the kitchen doesn’t do it, so I have to wonder about it.
Our dog has finally gotten tired of Burger King cheese-burgers, the trouble is, she hasn’t yet decided what she wants to live on NOW!
I was thinking about something today. I’m not saying that I’m old, but I can remember when our town still used Greyhound-style buses for city transit. (That won’t mean anything if you’re not a local.) I know what L.S.M.F.T. stands for. I now count the time to my retirement in years, rather than decades (if the economy will ever LET me retire). I can whistle the theme to “The Virginian,” know who Lee J. Cobb was and what part he played in the show. “The Twilight Zone” wasn’t reruns when I watched it. Plus, I remember a certain mystery type show that always began with a man’s silhouette and the words “Good eeeevening.” I remember when no-one used gas grills and everyone who grilled used charcoal. I remember variety shows. I remember women wearing hats, and a few that still wore bonnets. I remember when most people dressed up a little bit to go to town. I remember saying the Pledge of Allegiance in school and the principal saying grace before we ate our lunch. I remember when most folks raised the greater part of what they ate. I remember when neighbors visited on the front porch. I remember before the interstate went through when you could often hear a car coming out the country road before it even appeared around the bend three-quarters of a mile away. I remember when kids were still taught right from wrong and had good manners (MOST of them, anyway). I remember when it was still safe to use snow to make home-made snow-cones. I remember when most country homes were still heated with wood. I remember Sunday drives and family re-unions.
No, I’m not old; my memories are just more plentiful than some people’s! © 2013-