HGNV


I’m an old sports writer. That is, I was a newspaper sports writer a long, long time ago. It was fun! I was a young man, and I actually enjoyed it for exactly one year. Then, the seasons began to repeat, and I found myself asking a new cast of teenage athletes the same old questions. Just like that, it wasn’t fun anymore. Soon began an equally brief career in public relations. That wasn’t fun, either, but at least everyone with whom I had to interact was fully clothed. Now, what brought that up? Oh, yeah! I turned on the NCAA men’s basketball championship game last night and watched a bit. It looked like it was going to be a stem-winder between powerhouse North Carolina and underdog Gonzaga, but I’d gotten up early Monday morning, and I went to sleep. I woke up today to the unsurprising news North Carolina had won. However, it seemed half the accounts were about Gonzaga’s disappointment or Gonzaga’s frustration or Gonzaga’s failure to win or (I didn’t see this word actually used, but it was liberally implied.) Gonzaga’s shame. I know how it is to try and make the outcome of yet another athletic contest interesting when it all boils town to one team scoring more than the other, but it’s gotten out of hand. Sure the young men of Gonzaga feel badly, but now the story of Gonzaga basketball becomes one of a struggle for redemption. At the risk of zagging off on a tangent, I can’t resist closing by saying, as an alumni of Auburn University and therefore a titular fan of our basketball program, LMAO!

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142 thoughts on “HGNV”

  1. Like much of news reporting, too much of sports reporting is now about “feelz” rather than about facts. And don’t even get me started about “social media”.

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  2. Hi, Llee.

    In case anyone is interested (or even if they are not), my crudus minora seemed to veer into crudus majora yesterday, but this morning I am feeling somewhat better, although my cough is now “productive”. (Such an innocent-sounding word.) I hope this means that it is beginning to clear up.

    Meanwhile, I am left to hope I will encounter many females over the next week or so that find a “husky” voice sexy. Although in fairness, mine probably sounds more gravelly than husky right now.

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  3. Good to know, Llee. Not to make light of your procedure, but there were times last night when I felt my coughing might “produce” some brain matter of my own. And not in a good way.

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  4. Good morning again. Debbe call me anytime except 2 to 4, I am having cardiac tests then. We say that so casually now, like Bones pointing that Geiger counter at someone on the Enterprise.

    Need to go unload the van. We have severe weather predicted today and Black Jack is safe in garage.

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  5. It’s a good one to make light of! (ok- restructure it properly ) That must have been some major coughing, kid. Take care of you! Jerry- you ok over there? Weather sounded bad.

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  6. Hello beautiful Llee. My iris are blooming and I should go cut bouquet before storms hit. With the hundreds that were planted, few survived.

    I swear my dog Charlie plants stuff better than those I have paid!

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  7. Having grown up with bronchitis and now Sjogren’s I have a cough that frightens people who don’t know me. What really hurts is when I cough so hard I can’t catch my breath. I keep waiting for a doctor to suggest a lung transplant. 🙁

    Right now I am either suffering the last of a cold or the beginnings of pollen season. If my nose doesn’t stop dripping I am going to call a plumber!

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  8. That’s some great news, Steve. Prayers continue.

    Yay, Debbe’s got wheels again! That will make life easier!

    Benedryl doesn’t do good things for me, but I swear by the Alkaseltzer line of cold/cough/flu products. Although during a bad cold or allergy bout, nose tampons might be appealing. Probably sneeze them out, though. My sneezes are like nuns: always come in pairs, sometimes travel in groups.

    Jerry, how are things going?

    Jimmy, I can read so much into that strip above…

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  9. Trapper I have had that horrible Sjogrens cough for other 45 years. I have broken ribs, separated ribs, coughed until people run up to perform Heimlich maneuver in stores.

    My kids used to track me in big stores with the cough. Nothing seems to totally stop it.

    I choked at dinner in restaurant the other night and my kids ignored it. My date jumped up and did Heimlich, I really had aspirated. My kids would have let me die.

    Watch aspiration dangers.

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  10. “My date jumped up and did Heimlich…”. Damn, Jackie, you sure know how to liven up a date.

    Seriously, the Heimlich Maneuver is something everyone should know how to perform, if physically able to do so.

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  11. I told you so for 2.5 years Ghost. Take me to the drive in and buy me popcorn. I guarantee an interesting date!

    Not supposed to eat popcorn. I assume you Excell at hugging women’s diaphragms?

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  12. Can’t get this vision of strings hanging out of nostrils…but, hey, if it works…..

    Probably will be about a week before I get my wheels…need to get insurance quotes. I don’t know who is more excited, Dad or me. Jeep has been very well maintained, so I know what I am getting.

    The lady across the street passed away late Saturday. Spoke with her briefly early that morning and she was going to put to sleep her lab, who had been in failing health for some time. Her son found her unresponsive later that day. The trauma of losing her pet of many years was too much for her. She had requested early last week that if anything happened to her, Bo (her dog) was to be buried with her….and he is. Bo was cremated and will be put in her casket. Strange, but I think she knew her time was over…I’ve heard of such insights into one’s death. Dad will miss her as well as I.

    later……

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  13. I know the ABCs of First Aid…Airway, Breathing, Circulation. So knowing where to find and how to “hug” a woman’s diaphragm would figure in there somewhere.

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  14. I’ve been plagued with bloody noses all my life, including a notable one which lasted 6 weeks when I was about 9. Doc said I had weak vein walls in my schnozz – “Captain Obvious, MD” in action- I could have told him that. Learned to roll tissues and insert same. Doc actually advised taking such a roll and placing it under my upper lip. I suppose that was meant to squeeze off some of the blood supply to the affected region, but I didn’t ask. Still will occasionally start bleeding for no apparent reason, though the frequency has lessened.

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  15. Debbe That is more than a coincidence. As we get older, we realize that our time on earth is going to be more limited, so getting a premonition is not not all that unusual. Obviously Debbie Reynolds and Carrie Fisher come to mind as someone that was “ready” to go and that something happens to trigger that. But my Grandma lived 14 years past my Grandpa’s death and she was constantly saying that she was ready. However one of her great grandchildren had CF, so she was called on to babysit the other child and help her granddaughter. She certainly had a purpose in life.

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  16. Enjoyed your post, JJ, and have to agree about the coverage. My brother worked at UNC most of his life, so I was looking for news about them, but it’s hard to find. (I came here to the comments to see what others had to say about it, but your post isn’t the topic of discussion.)

    I agree with Arlo in the comic, but I’m female, so I say, “I guess if you look like her, you can get a husband who can afford that house.” Not very feminist assuming the husband will be the one making the money, I know, but it’s usually true.

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  17. GA Debbe

    B’ugs – sent stuff e-mail for your dad.

    OK – has he/she told you its name yet?

    Dark Blue = Midnight?
    Steely Blue = Remington (Steele) you remember him?

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  18. I had the pleasure of spending the weekend in Auburn,AL, reminiscing with my class mates from the Auburn University College of Veterinary Medicine Class of 1967! We even had two of our old professors talk to us. One was dean for 25 years and is now a Dean Emeritus. 42 members of the class survive and 37 were present. We started out with 77 and graduated 67 in 1967! Social promotion was unheard of back then. There was one female in our class and probably not over five in the entire college of approximately 250. Our female classmate was present. The ratio is almost reversed in the classes of this era. The outing was very enjoyable and I am now a Golden Eagle.

    God bless us every one. God bless the USA.

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  19. My feet hurt! But that’s OK. We’re visiting my nephews (and their wives, of course) in DC this week. Took the AutoTrain up; we’ve always wanted to do so and this seemed like a good time since our car would be more heavily packed than usual. We brought my dad’s old rolltop desk; my brother had had it when his sons were growing up but their mom dumped it on us after he passed away. (Long story/soap opera there!)

    Yesterday we spent the afternoon walking from one monument to another – WWI, WWII, Vietnam, Korea. Circled the Tidal Basin enjoying the cherry blossoms on our way to the Jefferson Memorial. FDR memorial was also interesting. Ended the day at the Blaguard, our nephew’s favorite Irish pub.

    More walking today around the Glover Park neighborhood and into Georgetown. Mostly downhill to begin with, too steep to go home the same way so we caught a bus 🙂

    Looks like we’ll be going to a Washington Nationals baseball game tomorrow. I hope this nice weather continues!

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  20. Thanks Old Bear. I have been sleep deprived lately and saw several magazines about WW1 at the Checkout and laughed, thinking they wee really behind in rotating their stock! I knew better.

    Ruth Anne Washington DC is one of my favorite cities in the world.Because of summer schedules, I never took my kids there and regretted it. When my son graduated college, he took a job near Dulles airport, so I was finally able to enjoy the city with my kids, even though my daughter was in college. My son moved back to Michigan in 2011, but his wife’s brother still lives in the area. Maybe when my grandson is older, we can go along with him and explore the city together.

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  21. Jimmy:

    For the same reason, I never to sports talk radio programs. It’s always the same thing year after year.

    LMAO? You left your aardvark outside?

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  22. Bookworm: I believe a “welcome back” is in order – both here and over on your blog! If I’m making the correct association, perhaps you should introduce “blackout poetry” to this crowd.

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  23. “Social promotion” is the practice of keeping all students in a class together regardless of their performance. No one fails. Or as Wikipedia puts it, “Advocates of social promotion argue that promotion is done in order not to harm the students’ or their classmates’ self-esteem, to encourage socialization by age (together with their age cohort), to facilitate student involvement in sports teams, or to promote a student who is weak in one subject on the basis of strength in the other areas.”

    After all, as we go through life we do so with people our own age, right?

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  24. A professor at the UofM engineering school has the reputation of failing
    students and once failed almost an entire class – the board called him in
    and told him he could not do that.
    His answer was,” they get it or they don’t, I don’t want to cross a bridge
    of an engineer that cant get his calculations correct”.

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  25. Ruth Anne in Winter Park, you must be talking about a different Bookworm. Not a very original handle, but it’s what I came up with back when the Internet was new because the book I was reading was sitting on the desk next to my computer. I’m in the habit now, and still use it unless it’s taken on a given site — and it usually is.

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  26. Social promotion actually exists in university-level classes?

    I have heard of “a gentleman’s C” being used on extremely rare occasion but never actual social promotion.

    If it actually does exist, that explains quite a few college “graduates” I’ve had the displeasure of meeting over the past forty years.

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  27. Thinking about Domacain and his remarks, when I enrolled in ag school in early 60s there were NO women before us, only males. They integrated with five brave women. We were so rare that we were never actually in class together.

    No one ever cut us any slack except when the president of the University, who had been dean that let me into school, hired me for horticulture department and told me to pass chemistry so I could graduate.

    I did. Not sure that wasn’t “social”?

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  28. Bookworm: So just “Welcome” then 🙂 Interesting coincidence that your post showed up here on the same day that a post appeared on her long-inactive blog.

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  29. Good morning Villagers….

    Expecting severe weather here today also. It’s that time of year though.

    Yes, Jerry has been unusually quite.

    Been busy trying to get my bookmarks back. Remember, Ian ‘dumped’ Windows 10 and downloaded 7. He’s going to go do some housecleaning for a friend of mine today. Yes, Ian does excellent work as a housekeeper.

    Been doing some research Jackie, post your email account again. Lost my original one…the only thing different in my gmail account is you ad 01 after my name.

    …and where has the music gone????? Need to do some U-tubing….GR 😉 hope you’re feeling better today…miss our ‘music’ sparring.

    later…

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  30. Today’s TIP BlogSpot: Imogen found in the cave of Belarius. Lost the URL.

    Imogen is apparently sleeping off a potion, but they think she’s dead. How original! It’s from Shakespeare’s ‘Cymbeline,’ Act. IV, I think.

    Had a long discourse here / social promotion at college level, but it went off into cyberspace. Sum.: in a dispute before I had tenure, BSC acad. dean backed me up. Beginning of an undeserved rep. as a severe teacher, which evolved into rep of a legendary teach w/ high standards. Actually was told, while volunteering at the hospital yrs. after retirement, that I was a legend at BSU. Life is sometimes fair.

    Peace,

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  31. Ghost will enjoy Trappers post no doubt, I remember he likes that song Jean. No doubt a sharp dressed man?

    So here’s another video I discovered just now. Great costuming and production values, correographing . That is a song I had never heard but with millions of views, I am sure others agree?

    For Ghost, Sexy Ladies. https://youtu.be/Gcg__eDktgY

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  32. emb, I’m not at all surprised to hear you were a legendary prof. The toughest teachers are the ones that linger in our minds because they demanded the best that was within us.

    Hope Ghost is feeling better.

    Has anyone here had surgery for a deviated septum? What was your experience? I’m considering it.

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  33. Thanks for the explanation, Trucker. When I was in vet school, one “F” was three strikes and you couldn’t come back either! You either graduated with the class you started with or you didn’t graduate. We were admitted in 1963 and were known as “the Class of 1967”. The only way you could come back to the next class was because of medical problems. We had one student in the class ahead of us who had back surgery and was allowed back the following year to our class. Also, everyone took the exact same courses, no electives!

    God bless us every one. God bless the USA.

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  34. Well we got two of my sisters’ daughters off to the airport and saw that they landed early this morning. When they saw their Dad, they held his hand and he squeezed ever so gently and his blood pressure went up slightly. Both great signs. The other three sisters did not have their passports with them and FedEx messed up, so they had to leave a day later, so they will arrive tomorrow. But that might be for the best as they want to bring him back slowly and keep him calm.

    My sister is a teacher on spring break and I have no idea how long that they will be over there. Obviously there will be a time after he is released from the hospital and when he is well enough to travel. We have their minivan parked out in the street, so I will park it in the garage and park my car in the driveway. She had added insurance on the trip and a medical rider. I’m not exactly sure how that works, but praying that there will not be too much out of pocket expense. Of course she will also need to take time off work… Bur as I told her kids, trust God and try not to worry too much about the future. When the events dictate a decision, then you can start thinking about it.

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  35. Steve, I’m so glad to hear your brother-in-law is alert and responding. He has been much in my thoughts. Thank goodness your sister planned for unseen possibilities.

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  36. OMC…was warming up supper when sirens went off…next thing I saw out the kitchen windows was trees blowing and debris flying. I told Dad to stay put in middle room, got Ian in there, shut doors….went out to kitchen and saw the sun shining and a brilliant rainbow in the east. Scared, yes I was, but didn’t have time to think about that. It was over in a matter of minutes.

    Haven’t heard if we were under a tornado cloud system, but for a few minutes it seemed as though we were….I prayed a prayer of thanks……Amen

    good night, be safe, and God Bless us all

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  37. Smigz: Thanks. I’ve had much feedback confirming your point. Retired in ’94, but still get some from former students, both while volunteering at the hospital and occasional emails and such. Good thing my immediate boss saw potential in me during my few probationary years. I’m living evidence that profs seldom lie back and coast after they get tenure, though I knew some at two major ‘research universities’ that had rusted out. And they had teaching loads only a fraction of mine. That could lead to a rant, but not a political one.

    Kale is one of the 4-5 veggies I’ve no use for, though I can get it down w/out gagging. I also love asparagus and am one of the fraction of Americans who does not metabolize asparagine effectively. Have heard, from a fellow boil prof that they can tell in Cincinnati after there have been big sales on asparagus in Pittsburgh. Maybe apocryphal.

    Peace,

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  38. Well Jackie, anything is good on chips (I would like it too if somebody made it for me!)

    Debbe, so worried for you. Your description made me feel I was there with you.

    Thanks, guys, for the “social promotion” explanation. I had never heard of this! And was ready to say, it could happen in elementary school, but not in college. Then domaucan chimed in with his story. My land, never heard of that either!

    Now, please tell me what is HGNV. I am puzzled.

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  39. That gypsy costume is coming together. Skirt, top, sheer caftan, scarves, headdress, necklace, rings, bracelets, earrings, sandals. Do gypsies wear underwear?

    Lots of beads and fringe. The scarves are of course multi purpose.

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  40. Good catch. That’s what it’s all about. I was docent on a home tour where the master bath I was trying to keep kids out of the bathtubs waterfall and fountain cost either 67,000 or 87,000 JUST for the one bathroom.

    Since house was in millions that may be a low figure? The point is people pay money to charity benefits to envy the rich by touring these glamour homes.

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  41. If he’s driving slower than you he’s an idiot. If he’s driving faster than you he’s a maniac. There’s a clue in there how you identify a rant.

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  42. On good dry roads, unless traffic is heavy, I’m cruising at the speed limit. If she’s driving faster, she’s speeding. If he’s driving slower, clunker probably cannot go faster. If I’m on a freeway where limit is 70 or higher, I was trapped there.

    Peace,

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  43. That is funny. I actually remember my first multilane freeway experience driving. Dallas, Texas, 1961.

    I remember my first multilane terrifying experience, Los Angeles, California, 1961.

    My first driving multilane elevated freeways was Seattle, Washington, 1961.

    First driving terrifying high elevations, Rocky Mountains, 1961. Rocky Mountain National Park.

    That was a year with a lot of firsts and drama. A lot of them involved that 1961 red Ford convertible.

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  44. If he weaves in and out of traffic to get ahead of your semi than slow down 5 mph below the speed limit a full mile before his exit, he’s just another unthinking jerk. I found those everywhere, but that last part (slowing well before the exit) especially in the Carolinas on I-95.

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  45. TruckerRon, the most annoying semi drivers, in my book, are those who tailgate you, then pass you, then slow down below the speed limit and go just fast enough to keep you from passing without speeding. Next are the ones who take up both lanes of the highway so no one can pass them, especially going up long hills.

    Most aggravating drivers in general are those who tailgate no matter how fast you are going, and those who ignore lane closure/merge signs until the last possible moment and then back traffic up for miles trying to squeeze in ahead of all those who obeyed the signs.

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  46. I like Gus. Glad to see a new and slimmer, if less mobile Gus.

    Hal isn’t Gus friendly, keeps changing to Gustav. I change, Hal rechanges. Hal says charges and recharges.

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  47. I’ve read the comments on driving with interest. I’m a non-driver with good reason. I’ve never had driver’s license. I’m what you wouldcall a white knuckle driver. I can’t get comfortable behind the wheel of a car. Many people have thought I needed to get my license. This included my husband, Sandy. Early in our relationship, he took me out in his car. We drove around for a while. He had me park it, turned to me and said ” You scare me”. My husband was fearless. He’d survived being in Air Force Special Forces in Vietnam. Very little scared him. I had done it with my driving. He never tried to get me behind the wheel again.
    I don’t know if it ishereitary to be failures at driving, but my mother didn’t drive either. One of my earliest memories is of her taking me at 3 years old, my sister 1 and half and my infant brother out in the car so she could practice. We lived in rural Ill. It was a gravel country road with very little traffic. Somehow we ended up in a ditch. I have no idea how long we had to wait for someone to help us out of the ditch long enough for me to remember that thiswasthe first time I was ever bored. When we got back home, my mom’ s parents were there. I,excitedly told my grandparents that momma had driven us into a bitch. This last bit, I don’t remember very well,but my mom would always tell it when relating this story.

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  48. Laura I had an aunt, mama’s half sister who could not drive. She had to learn eventually as a widow but mostly she had a son drive or took cabs. She was a danger and only learned to point a car, not drive one.

    If you were driving for her she’d grab wheels and stomp floors so hard it’d scare you to death. She suffered from anxiety and often seemed to live in another dimension. The relatives said she got it from her deceased mother. So, perhaps?

    My mother in law was pretty bad but still drove. She once or more than once drove off into sugar cane fields. Straight into the fields and kept going straight, wreckers had to pull her out!

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  49. How about this, Jackie: http://cdn-primary-37606020.eu-west-1.elb.amazonaws.com/jpg/50/0/0/1280/960/aspectfit/0/0/0/0/0/0/c/features/57445286bf1bdcf50c7edf04/Daryl-Hannah-Splash-mermaid.jpg

    My mom never learned to drive either. She was far too nervous. So her parents drove her around till she got married. Then my father’s driving scared her, so she got him stopped too. They took cabs or rode with friends. Once we moved back to Tuscaloosa, her parents drove her again till we kids got our licenses. Then we each took on the job as we got old enough.

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  50. I’m hopeing at this point that someone with some driving experience is sitting in the third row. At least the one that is supposed to be driving has put one hand somewhere near the steering wheel.

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  51. I got a call from my sister at lunch time and she contacted me before even my brother-in-law’s (John Hilger) siblings. The Doctors confirmed that there was no longer any brain activity. Yesterday his squeezing of his hands were, as I had feared, just reflexes. We think that the Doctors kept him alive so that the last of the three daughters could say goodbye.

    My sister asked if I had anything that I wanted to say to him and she would hold the phone up to his ear. I mean what do you say? I just told him that I loved him and had loved him for the last 45 years. That I really need his help now because as a Deacon, he was limited, but as an angel, we can all use his help. God Bless. I told my sister that I believed that he was in a better place and that while we will miss him terribly, I am thankful that he did not have to linger. The trip was planned for John to see Germany, where his ancestors came from. My sister and her daughters plan to take a train to Germany as a tribute to John.

    God Bless everyone here at A&J.com. I know that we have often shared the love for our friends here in their time of need and grief and trust me, it is a beautiful thing.

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  52. Steve that love for our Village and those we love has sustained me through difficult times these past years, as it has others here I know. It continues to and has given me love for the rest of my life.

    When you lose those you love I believe their souls remain at least until they know those they loved have said goodbye before they leave. If we can explain wandering spirits it may be they still cannot leave for that goodbye.

    You were right to do that. I told Mike to push his boat off the shore and point toward the light, to go and not to try to stay. It is so hard but we cannot hold them, we must let go.

    My deepest sympathies to you and your family.

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  53. Pulling winter clothes out of master bath closet and Packing them up for Warehouse storage. I am wearing shorts and a sleeveless tank so I doubt I will need anytime soon.

    Keep finding more sundresses and haven’t made it to the sundress closet. Trick is losing enough weight to wear! Janis Time in Tulsa!

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  54. My condolences to those losing good people in their families.

    Regarding semis tailgating: My employer would forgive a few speeding tickets, but not tickets for tailgating. Those who couldn’t maintain a safe following distance had to find someone else to work for.

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  55. Good evening Villagers….

    Steve, I am sorry to read about the death of your brother-in-law. My sincerest sympathy to your sister and her children. So glad they got to say goodbye to their father. It’s going to be a long journey home. You and yours will be in our thoughts and prayers….Amen.

    ….good night, and God bless

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  56. Went to the visitation at the funeral home for my Dad’s neighbor. And yes, there rested above her left shoulder was the remains of her dog ‘Bo’. The urn was white with black paw prints. Tammy was not alone in her return home.

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  57. Credit where credit is due. A broken clock is right twice a day. Steve, I’m sorry. My mother was breathing, but had no pulse. That lasted for about an hour.

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  58. Steve: My deepest condolences to your sister and her family. And also to you. As one who has lost his entire immediate family over the past few years other than my brother-in-law, I well know that they are “family”, too.

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  59. Thank you to everyone who expressed their condolences. John was a good man. Once at the end of strawberry U-Pick season, he noticed that there were still a lot of berries on the vine. So he called the mayor’s office in Fort Wayne and asked if there would be anyway that they could arrange to have the disadvantaged bused out to his farm and they could pick the berries for free.

    He also brushed up with several celebrities over the years. He met Lorne Greene at an event and when Lorne saw Big John he said “Hoss”. A few years ago, he was on vacation/conference and held the elevator door for Christopher Reeve. He then had a very nice conversation with him. I can’t recall what he said, but that night Chris gave a speech at the conference and shared the story about meeting John.

    Before my hair turned silver, it was dark and I had horned rimmed glasses, my nick name was Clark Kent. I always thought the world of Chris and had a connection to him. The year of his accident and the year that he died I carried a Superman pendant that I had given my wife when we were dating.

    Yes, Debbe, that WILL be a long trip home. I reminded my wife of my return from Italy with food poisoning and I told her that was much easier than my sister’s trip. I am guessing that one of her daughters will be able to travel back with her. Her car is in my garage, so she will have to drive it back to Fort Wayne. When we prepared to move, my sister did a lot of cleaning and sorting herself, but there are still a lot of unfinished business that she will have to take care of.

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  60. Steve:

    I have found that my depth of grief is equal to the love that I have for the one who passed.

    You undoubtedly had a special relationship with your brother-in-law, one that too many people never have with their in-laws.

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  61. Good morning all. I just woke up and birds are chirping outside my windows like mad. Dickens is cuddling on my hip after scratching as madly as the bird song.

    Have to call pest cotrol to come spray a third or is it fourth time for fleas. And extract a cat out of my house. I got it out of my master bath closet but can’t get it out front door.

    Joke with my employees was we’d throw a cat in, let fleas jump on and throw cat back outside. Not funny.

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  62. For those on Facebook and others I suggest that you do a search for 11 year old boy kills himself after his girlfriend puts a prank picture of her fake suicide online. The only picture is the boy smiling in a happier time.

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  63. Steve

    I haven’t been on here for a couple of days, but I wanted you to know my deepest sympathy goes to you and all connected in any way to John. The sympathies are real, as most of us here have been where you are.

    Steve Moore

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