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!
HGNV
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142 responses to “HGNV”
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.
Home and Garden eNVy
instead of
Home and Garden TeleVision
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.
In today’s (4-5-17) real-time cartoon, Janis certainly seems to be wearing a sundress.
Much better than spotting the first robin of spring. Thanks, Jimmy!
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.
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,
His speaks like a man of experience. 😉
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.
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.
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.
And one tip, if the car in front of you has a disabled tag, give them lots of room and don’t expect them to meet the speed limit.
My friend who has been a trucker all his life says I think like one. I took that as compliment, not an insult.
I see spell check is not Gus friendly.
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.
Somehow, not quite the way I’ve pictured them.
http://nypost.com/2017/04/05/woman-walking-around-naked-claims-shes-a-mermaid/
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.
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!
Is this how you think a mermaid should look Ghostly one?
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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.
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.
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.
So sorry to hear that, Steve. I was hoping things were going to turn for the better. My prayers will be with your family tonight.
And another one’s gone: http://www.newson6.com/story/35089054/don-rickles-comedy-legend-is-dead-at-90
Goodbye, Don. You will be missed.
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.
Steve, I’m so sorry that you have lost your brother- in- law. My heart goes out to you and your family. God bless you andkeep you.