Ladies’ Man


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I thought I owed you a special Saturday post, and a return to routine won’t hurt me, either. It’s good to hear the hum of conversation around here, but I feel like you just depend on me to unlock the front door! Well, that’s ok. I don’t mind at all. The strip above first appeared way back in 1992. They’re still sitting on that same sofa.

135 thoughts on “Ladies’ Man”

  1. I sometimes think the most frightening thing about “getting older” is talking with someone whom I think of as a fully mature adult… even someone well into their 40s… and realizing that they were born the year I graduated from high school or college. This is scary and I start wondering… what I look like to that person? Do I look ancient to them? This only happens when I speak with women. Men? Who cares…

  2. We have been getting all kinds of reminders that change, in the form of retirement, is coming. Very seriously thinking of putting the house up for sale and moving to a smaller place in a neighboring community. If I do I’ll probably still keep the Steve from Royal Oak name.

    One of things that ive noticed are pictures of me with a lot of silver hair. I even got my phone out to take pictures of the back of my head. In my mind, I’m still a young man, but the pictures don’t lie.

    Younger women still look good, but now make me think of my daughter.

  3. Debbe: The recording with King and Clapton is “Riding With the King.” I have it also… two masters…

    Glad you are feeling better but, as I know, sometimes it is a battle. But we will never give up!

  4. Jimmy: You don’t only unlock the front door, but offer hospitality with your words of welcome. I, for one, always look forward to your greeting.

  5. Hey, isn’t there a beach cartoon similar to this? It’s one of my all time favorites. Janis thinks Arlo is looking at some sweet young thing chasing a beachball? Either way love this one and fully understand Neal’s comment. I also wonder how I’m seen. I do not see in the mirror the guy I see in pics.

  6. Margaret Rose, Mindy from Indy calls the A&J Facebook page “the Stoop”!

    Arlo is so right, Jimmy. The temptation is always there; the form just changes. I admit to looking at the male dessert cart, both the sweet and the savory offerings. I smile, and daydream a little, and come home to my favorite munchies.

    NealinBawston, anyone who hasn’t the palate for a choice vintage shouldn’t waste the vintage by drinking it. You deserve a discriminating palate.

    That’s good news that things around you are smoothing out a little, Debbe. I’ve always thought of depression as of two types: from the inside, out; and from the outside, in. When they combine, it feels really nasty.

  7. Denise, I have been happily drinking of the same vintage for 39 years, 3 months and 2 days, and have no interest in switching wines or vintages. I’ll stay with this one for the rest of my life, given the opportunity.

    Unlike Steve from Royal Oak, I have no daughter, hence no comparison of that kind. And, even if I did, it isn’t a function of love or lust or even temptation. Rather, it is the acute realization that at 65-going-on-66, I am older than most of the people I know; sometimes significantly older. And, when I meet and speak with someone whom I know to be on the south side of 50, I think that I am looking at my peer, when I realize that Janis (or whomever) is 48 and therefore was born in 1967, the same year I graduated from high school. Holy cow!

    Why is it just something I feel with women? Search me. Maybe it is that women are more interesting and so I notice things like age.

  8. Cilla missed my wakeup call this morning! Maybe she tried and couldn’t wake me up. Glad to hear from you Debbe. Golly, new people and I haven’t even shaved. Well, drink some coffee and I’ll be back.

  9. How about this? I didn’t really feel old until my Alma Mater hired Gus Malzahn as football coach and I found out that he was born when I was in my second year of vet school at Auburn and was already married to my wonderful wife of 50+ years!
    Good Blondie cartoon: Census taker is asking them if the younger generation bothers them and why. Blondie & Dagwood’s frantic reply,
    “Because we’re no longer a part of it!”
    Sinatra’s “This Is All I Ask” also fits this conversation.

    Prayers and blessings for everyone, or, as my old high school teacher who just died a couple of years ago at 99 used to write me: “May God bless all of you always and in all ways.”

  10. Haven’t yet gotten Ray-ban aviator style shades to go with my “new” eyes, but liking the brand-new old pair of Foster Grants I found in a desk drawer just fine. More the “American Sniper” look than “Top Gun”.

  11. I like being able to look at the menu, but I can’t order anything. I usually have older friends although there have been some great exceptions. Yes, my wife knows my history. She knows all of it and we have been married for 17 years.

  12. Good afternoon Villagers…..

    Did ya’ll hear it….that ‘pop’? Seems that sometimes when things go wrong, it does happen for a reason. Ian said my ‘tranny’ fluid was black. When speaking with Andrew this morning, that was not good. Had to have the ‘seal’ broke a few years back due to a leak. And at this moment, the ‘tool’, something that pumps tranny fluid into a sealed transmission is being acquired at this time. And I thank the Good Lord…..Amen.

    Enough of that….I feel as we age, we also leave impressions on the younger generation. I work with teens….Ian has told me that ‘Skittles’ feels I am his muse. ‘Skittles’ has a older brother that also works with us, but at the feed mill. Now, I will admit to this, I will obviously ‘flirt’ with him…..and we all make jokes about it. Even the office manager…I once told him (he’s something like 24) in front of The Boss’s office manager that if I was 40 years younger…and she quickly added “you’d have a date this weekend.” I feel that staying in touch with this younger generation adds a little spice in both worlds. I will be married for 16 years in June…the longest I’ve ever stayed with one man….and it has it’s rewards, dedication on both him and me to make the other feel loved and wanted. As I’ve said, it took me 45 years to find the right man who would “compliment” me, not me “compliment” him…

    Now, there’s a horse race I need to ‘catch’ up on……

    Gal ๐Ÿ™‚

  13. I would not want to be 40 years younger and unattached. It’s crazy out there. Now I wish that when I was 40 years younger I had known what I know now. 1975 was a terrible time in my life. Depression would not describe it. Desperation would be more like it.

  14. Debbe, your guardian angel must have made Ian do that. ๐Ÿ˜‰

    Speaking of the passage of time, I had an employee who once asked me “Where did you get that retro-style slowcooker?” I replied, “It’s seven years older than you are; I bought it new!” (Gee, I just realized that it’s now 36 years old.)

  15. Loved today’s real-time strip. Although… I will have to admit that I recognized myself in Arlo. And I wonder – is that tendency a good thing or a bad thing? I will say that I do not release my inner clown unless I feel comfortable with my companions, but… Too much self-examination for so early in the morning!

  16. Gal, maybe sand’s or Ghost’s Ray Bans would help Arlo’s cool factor? Hmmm…nope! My husband does this when we’re away on vacation sometimes, but not around the house. Wonder if that means something?

  17. Good morning Villagers….

    Gal, I too had a good laugh at today’s strip. But you know what, the best laughter is when one can laugh at one’s self at our expense. Like when I run into something, or hit my head while crawling under something….I’ll holler: “Who put that there?….And why?”

    Still getting encouraging news on my car, but unfortunately my husband’s car has also encountered some major problems. Now we both are carless. But, my BIL is still here, and Andrew will be picking us up. He drives what we call “the dead truck”. The GMC belongs to The Boss, it has close to 300,000 miles on it and still runs. The reason we call it “the dead truck” is it also is used to haul the dead hens to the compost. My husband and BIL wish we would call it something else ๐Ÿ™‚

    RE: Aging….today in our small community, a couple will be getting married at noon at our church. She’s 92 and he is 89…I would have never guessed LaRue was 92…she doesn’t look a day over 72. I truly wish them well.

    Called my baby sister to wish her older daughter happy 16th birthday. I teased her and said “sweet sixteen and probably has been kissed”….my sister replied that her daughter will never tell. Here’s what so wild…it is also “Skittles’ 16th and my husband’s sister’s birthdays. I’ve several people and relatives who share the same birth dates.

    Denise, I have my mom’s pressure cooker….same one I used to make mashed ‘taters when growing up. Being the oldest, I usually got the supper started in the evenings. Do you have a pressure cooker too? I don’t use it hardly. I love my slow cooker. Throw the meat in before I leave, and my husband will throw in the veggies later. He found in the frozen food section at the store a tasteful package of frozen veggies just for veggie soup…it even includes okra.

    GR ๐Ÿ˜‰ when talking with my sister this morning, I told her about Verizon. She started working for Verizon when she got out of high school. She took the early buy out when Frontier bought the landlines out here in Indiana. She got a nice severance pay which included continued health insurance coverage till she hits medicare age. I tease her when it comes to paying my cell phone bill……

    later…it’s going to be a lazy Sunday…got work clothes in washer, husband will throw them in the dryer for me. He’s a good man…

    =^..^=

  18. Debbe, they have fast pressure cookers now, sort of a combination of the best features of a slow cooker and a pressure cooker, My ex bought one and has been telling me how great it is, can cook dinner in under an hour. Of course, it does not sit on the stove eye and cook, but plugs in to an outlet and has a “brain” of its own to control the cooking. Glad to hear you are doing better and that your family drama is calming down.

    Have a pleasant Sunday, everyone. And for those having a family dinner, enjoy. I sure miss the ones we had with my grandmother.

  19. I love my slow cooker too but I have been playing with a new toy, a Traeger LTE smoker. My old electric smoker is pretty much kaput except to use as a box for cold smoking. I have cheese (mozzarella and 4 year old cheddar) smoking in it right now. The Traeger has a pork butt with my own rub on it smoking for pulled pork. I also have a couple of slabs of pork with my own Cajun seasoning, layered with fresh pineapple and wrapped in bacon on the Traeger.

  20. When I lived in Ft. Lauderdale I would see older men in their knee socks and sandals walking the poodle and I said that I would never be that old. Guess what. I still feel the same way, although on a rare occasion I will check the mailbox while wearing socks and flipflops if I feel too lazy to remove the socks. I will never own knee socks though.

  21. Lady Mindy, not being a fashionista, I had to google “tulip-skirt dress” but was intrigued to learn that a tulip-skirt appears to be a version of what we called a “wrap-around skirt” back in the day…the garment that made kite flying my second favorite windy-day pastime. Yes, they can also be rather treacherous for seating. I well recall one day when I was having lunch and glanced up just as a cute young redheaded lady wearing a wrap-around skirt exited a nearby booth table. Without getting too graphic, I will simply say that she made it obvious that she was sans culotte under her sheer pantyhose and that the carpet matched the drapes.

    Nonetheless, I’m sure you looked quite fetching in your strapless tulip-skirt dress and strappy sandals. ๐Ÿ™‚

  22. We got rid of our old sofa after the kids had moved on. When they found out we had a new one all we heard was complaints and how comfortable the old one was. I think they were right.

  23. Dearest Ghost, you seem to have total recall of the times when you have viewed attractive women, especially if they revealed more than was seemly. Every little detail is never forgotten. That’s good! Your brain is working on all twelve cylinders. People remember best what interests them most, don’t you think?

  24. Charlotte, my paternal grandmother had an exceptional memory. I was fortunate enough to inherit a bit of that from her, I suppose. But yes, some things are easier to remember than others. ๐Ÿ™‚

    And I will say that if one has a good memory and a good imagination, it’s quite easy to entertain one’s self.

  25. Howdy Villagers. I am back in Bayou City. Last report on Loon, she was having dinner in Connecticut with coworkers.

  26. Dearest Ghost, I agree about the good memory and the good imagination. And also, maybe because I grew up as an only child, I nearly never feel lonesome or bored; I can entertain myself. (I read an awful lot, too. That makes me think of what my daughter Marge told me when she visited this morning — she has been reading for some days as much as she possibly could, to finish her library book before it became overdue! Thinking, “well, it’s hardly worth it” I asked what the fine would be — she replied, “fifty cents a day.” Gee, it’s gone up a lot while I wasn’t paying attention.)

  27. Charlotte, when I was about ten and discovered the public library tucked away in the basement of the County Court House located in the small city in which I was living at the time, I believe the fine for a late book return was a nickel. Not that I ever had to pay a fine, though.

    Many years later, I returned to the city to attend an aunt’s grave-side service and, running a bit early, I parked for a while on the public square, about a dozen feet from the outside stone steps leading down to where the library was located and sat, reminiscing. Good memories of good times.

  28. Good morning Villagers…..

    And what a relaxing Sunday it was…watched some good movies. First was one called “Bite the Bullet” with Gene Hackman and James Coburn (which I recorded), then “Old Gringo” with Gregory Peck and Jane Fonda. then a favorite of mine which I’ve seen several times…”Starman”…

    Husband made a 4 bean chili…which I dolloped with shredded cheese and sour cream…yummmm.

    Scared to go into work today…..Ian and Andrew worked my packer….those two idgets ran my packer at one time on 100!!! I usually run it on 44.7. I’m afraid of belts breaking and wrappiing. Needless to say, they also did not clean up. They had fun teasing me about all of their antics at the hen house yesterday. It’s so good to see them both together, they call one another “bro”.

    GR ๐Ÿ˜‰ I remember wrap around skirts, and I also remember wearing them well. ๐Ÿ™‚

    Mark…thank you for your kind words. I too remember Sunday dinners, after church, at my paternal grandparents…we were blessed in that they lived next door to us girls when we were growing up.

    ya’ll have a blessed day

  29. Debbe, I’ve never had a pressure cooker. I do a little canning, but only water bath; I do a little freezing, too. I was about 22 or 23 when I got a slow cooker. I liked the idea that I could prep dinner in the morning, or even the night before, and just come home and put my feet under the table. I was an only, like Charlotte, and lost my Dad young. I got home before Mom, so I often made or at least started dinner.

    Libraries…oh my gosh, libraries! The most wonderful places in the world!

    sand, good to hear Loon is taking nourishment and is not chained to her screens.

    Gary, now I’m having smoked pork olfactory hallucinations!

  30. GR6, yes Loon was left behind to attend a company function. I can attest that like certain pigeons she has excellent homing instincts.

    JJ, Monday’s offering is a keeper. The fruit vendor is a marketing company par excellent, most think they are a tech company.

  31. Debbe,

    I, too, am blessed as you were. I have 6 grand children from 13 down to almost 8 and they all live within 15 minutes of my house. It is a real joy to see them grow up. I am truly blessed. God bless us every one.

  32. Denise, the pulled pork and the bacon wrapper pork pineapple (swineapple?) turned out nice. Not too bad for my first attempt on this thing. There is lots of pulled pork leftover. You are welcome to come over and have some (it is only about a 10-12 hour drive). ๐Ÿ™‚

    The smoked cheese was a different story. I guess it was just to hot to be smoking cheese. I went out after an hour of smoking and there was no cheese left on the rack. There was however a puddle of cheese on the baffle/drain tray. Sigh.

  33. OF blew oddly just now. Some of the smaller jets came out at a slight leftward angle. Wind was also from the E, but that’s common without affecting the initial vertical direction of the jets. Perhaps a slight change in the geometry of the blowhole.

    Actually, many spp. of whales have an asymmetrical blowhole, but I doubt there’s a correlation.

    Peace, emb

  34. Someone above said that the person they see in the mirror is not the same person they see in recent pictures.

    I’d have to agree with that.

    HOWEVER, I have face-blindness (Prosopagnosia) so I sometimes am not sure if I’m just not recognizing myself (which has happened, I’ve looked in the mirror and been startled to see someone looking at me!) or if it’s something else.

    I’ve learned to recognize people by their hair, their voice, their figure, the way they walk, little things that trigger a recognition for me. When I look into their faces, I usually don’t recognize people. There are exceptions, but even then, some people I see every day, taken just slightly out of context, are unrecognizable to me.

    Thankfully I still recognize my wife. ๐Ÿ™‚ THAT could lead to some embarrassing moments if I didn’t. ๐Ÿ™‚

    We’ll be sitting watching TV and I’ll see an actor I know from a recent show in an old show, and she may recognize them right away, but I haven’t got a clue who they are until they speak. Then the voice triggers it and I know who they are. But it’s not always about the difference in appearance as one ages.

    And yes, for total strangers, while young women may look very attractive, I too have found that the older women closer to my age are what I find attractive more often than not. Although I may not know who they are, I know they’re attractive. ๐Ÿ™‚

  35. Thanks Mark, although I enjoyed the one from Debbe also. Dave, are you serious? Although it’s been decades since I took a real psychology class or picked up a copy of Psychology Today I thought that I was fairly knowledgeable on psychological disorders. I don’t recall a situation where my own diagnosis differed from that made by a licensed psychologist. Having said all of that, I don’t recall a disorder specifically as you described. Is there a name for it?

  36. Duh. That shows my own diagnosis and how I can forget what I just read. You said what the name was and what I have to do now is look it up.

  37. Jerry, here’s the Wikipedia article on that disorder:

    http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prosopagnosia

    From skimming it, I’d say that it’s more likely to be neurological than psychological since it develops in adults as a result of physical trauma. The congenital form seems to associate with slower development of certain areas of the brain.

    All I can say for certain is it’s not a problem for any of the patients I’ve met in our state psychiatric hospital.

  38. Pulled pork and more pulled pork, Gary? YUM! I know nothing about smoking, but perhaps there is a way to install baffles so the smoke cools before it gets to the cheese, kind of like a still? It would probably take up some room, though.

  39. Reading the comments of those who said they had it made me realize that Parkinsons causes many of the same problems to some degree. I still can’t believe that I ran into a guy that I had been working with every day for years. I thought that he was somebody else and I couldn’t understand why he kept saying he was Michael when I was sure that he was John. I also am directionally challenged. If I go into an unfamiliar building and make more than one turn I will probably get turned around. Trucker, a discussion that I have had before is what’s the difference between neurological and psychological. If it’s psychological it’s in your brain and if it’s in your brain it’s neurological. You can say that one is physical and the other is–what? That’s where it gets tricky. Where is your memory? Where is your personality? Different parts of the brain have been identified as generally being the creative part, etc. The brain, however, has a lot of backup systems and many people with problems in a certain area can relearn or learn a way around it. Fortunately for me the guys who put the wires in my brain are good at finding the spots that help my tremors.

  40. The neurologist Oliver Sacks has written about this condition in “The Man Who Mistook His Wife for a Hat”. I haven’t read it, but have read some of his New Yorker articles. He has studied all sorts of fascinating things and has a good writing style.

    Two of my daughters have some degree of this problem — not seriously bad, but enough to be annoying for them sometimes.

  41. And one of these same daughters is also quite “directionally challenged” — thank goodness for GPS!

    Jerry, you sure do have a bunch of problems. I admire the way you don’t let them get you down. Best wishes for things to stay on an even keel for you.

  42. Jerry and David, I can remember faces (that I have seen them before) but I have a hard time matching faces to names unless I see them often. Unfortunately for me, I seem to have a recognizable face so people I can hardly remember know me! When I went to my high-school reunion (20th I think it was) I only knew 3 or 4 people by sight. But then, I only attended that school for 2 years, whereas most of the others had been together since elementary school.

  43. When I went to my high school band reunion back about 1999 (for those who had shared the same director from about 1965 until they closed the school about 1981) I was amazed by how little and how much different folks had changed. Some (to me) had only grayed a bit or put on a few pounds, others looked completely different (when I got home I compared their “new” faces to those in my yearbooks). Everyone knew me on sight since I was firmly in the new group (grayer and fatter).

    One gal I’d wished I’d dated back then (she went “steady” with some guy the whole 2 years we shared in the band) was still bubbly, animated, and running the show, but I didn’t recognize her at all. She hadn’t had any surgery, but her long black hair was considerably shorter and well styled (I’m a guy, I don’t know the names of any ‘doos) and she’d lost all the “baby fat” from her face. One who’d dated my best friend was still a fiery redhead, but she had grown 3 inches taller her senior year and went from almost anorexic to perhaps 15 pounds over her ideal weight.

    With their instruments in their hands they were all easier to recognize!

  44. Arlo should benefit from the strengthened hand grip Janis’s will develop by using her ginormous new phone. (She won’t have to bother him to remove lids from jars. Why? What did you think?)

    Re “smoked cheese”: As I recall from a cooking class I once took, some cheeses melt at a temperature well below 100 degrees F, and most others at a not much greater one…meaning that smoking cheese would have to be a very low intensity process, temperature-wise.

  45. Dave, my comment was just that I rarely see the back of my head and was surprised at how much silver was there. My Mother never colored her hair and was blessed as I was in that the silver came in evenly. I was just shocked that it had come in so fast!

    I also learned something today. I have never heard of Prosopagnosia. We all have trouble placing a face and a name from time to time and it frustrates us (at least me). Matter of fact, I always think that I recognize people but I don’t. I guess if you know your condition, it helps. It is also great that you have learned how to work around it.

    I saw this on Facebook and I must say that I agree with the power of music. It can be amazing….

    http://newscaster.splentale.com/this-newscaster-cries-live-on-television-the-reason-im-in-tears-too/

  46. Denise/GR6, I know that cheese can melt at a fairly low temperature. The outside temperature was close to 80F. The smoke generator was about 1.5′ below the tray with the cheese with a baffle/drip tray in between. I had hoped that smoldering wood pellets wouldn’t raise the temperature too much but it obviously did. I should have had the remote thermometer to check the temperature but it was a bit busy checking the temperature of the meat on the other smoker. I guess I was doing too many things at once.

    The next step would be to build an offset smoke generator to cool the smoke down more and have no direct vertical path from the smoldering pellets to the trays.

    Or I could limit my cheese smoking to late fall/winter/early spring.

  47. Snow on and off all day, not enough to stick. Will go to +30 or lower tonight, so some may be on ground demain, but will melt off. 0% precip. Tue., it says. Flowering crab is in full bloom. Mod. winds, so far. Strong winds will deflower it.

    Peace, emb

  48. Yeah, Gary, I suspect cheese smoking should probably be a cold-weather project. And the off-set smoke generator would be a given. On the plus side, smoked cheese is really good. ๐Ÿ™‚

  49. I never smoked cheese, but I’ll take the fifth on other substances. Seriously, I only smoked cigarettes for about 2 months when I was 18. The discussion has been fascinating tonight after a slow weekend and I look forward to more of the same. My thanks to Charlotte for your comment. I’ve said it before, but I consider myself extremely lucky. I should have died broke years ago and I have a good life with what I consider some minor inconveniences.

  50. Trucker & Dave
    Prosopagnosia – there was a program on PBS about it a few years back.
    Don’t remember much other than man could not recognize his children
    or wife – until they spoke. May have been caused by stroke.

    I too have problem placing names with faces.

    I also see similarities in faces – sometimes that are not there -sort of.

    It seems more and more it is easier to remember years ago rather than “last day”.
    (A word our son used before he learned yesterday – now in our family it means indeterminate recent past.)
    I thought I heard someone is collecting words with “family meanings”

  51. Good morning Villagers…..

    Guess what? Guess what I drove home from work yesterday? My Isuzu!!!! On Friday I paid $67 to tow it from point A (the hen house) to point B, well point B wasn’t sure they could fix it. So, Ian and Andrew found point C. Got charged another $67 to tow ‘Suzi from point B to point C. Andrew came into the hen house, waiting on Ian to show up in my car. Said he could have done the work himself…he looked underneath yesterday and said he could see how it could have been done. Now, what I want to know is….what in the world did they do all Saturday afternoon, I know they where at point B and point C discussing the matter. Oh, well, it’s coming out of Ian’s pocket and not mine. I wish they would ‘wake’ up.

    Can one buy smoked cheese. I think I will check on that because it sure does sound good. And gosh, I do love pulled port. I was in the grocery store one day last week, and looked at a good local brand I use to buy…good golly Miss Molly…the price on it was ridiculous for just one pound. I put it down.

    I too had never heard of Dave’s diagnosis. Prayers for you Dave…I know it must be frustrating, but you seem to have conditioned your brain in one area to make up for it…if that makes any sense.

    Jerry, I claim the fifth too ๐Ÿ™‚

    I have a hard time remembering names…but I think that it’s just part of the aging process…I hope.

    Thanks, Mark…forgot about that one, and still don’t really remember it. I must have forgot about the pudding when that album came out.

    GR ๐Ÿ˜‰

    Hey, Jean…where ya been???

    Ya’ll have a blessed day…

    =^..^=

  52. Good morning Debbe. I couldn’t sleep and stayed up. I’ll regret it later today. There are a lot of old chicken houses in north Florida, but I think that as a commercial enterprise it is dead, probably due to the weather. It seems to be popular as a hobby though to have a few chickens in the backyard. I have fond memories of going out and gathering eggs with my grandmothers, but cats are the only thing that I raise these days and they seem to be the ones in charge.

  53. Debbe: Have seen smoked cheddar and maybe others at the deli counter in a local employee-owned supermkt, but never bought any. Love cheeses, but / their fat content, don’t eat much. Jarlsberg*, an ementhaler* sort has a regular [8 g./oz.] and a low-fat: 3.5 g./oz.], both quite good. Mozarella is good.

    Peace, emb

  54. Dave, Jerry, and other folks here often remind me that the person the world sees is not the whole person. Today, I will work harder to be kinder, more tolerant, and less quick to judge. Today, I thank God for Jimmy, the Village, and my life.

  55. When I’m in the grocery store on Saturday I try to be patient with all of the retirees that could have gone anytime during the week, even though I am one of them.

  56. I love cheeses. Had a wonderful cheese plate for lunch last Saturday.

    Have a standing rule, either #29 or #36, “Never shop for groceries at 9AM.” That is usually the time retirement communities unload their daily supply of aisle cloggers. Seniors must plan their aisle blocking maneuvers the way Patton did his campaigns, how else could they block twenty-six strategic points with a slow rolling blockade.

    JJ, the Tuesday offering is a masterpiece. Was at one of those fast food places recently. Young lady stood up. She had to pull her cutoffs down to cover herself. By the time she reached the door both cheeks had crept out again. Had to remind myself that she was baiting the trap. ๐Ÿ˜‰

  57. What trap? Oh, you mean the welcome mat? ๐Ÿ˜‰

    The worst are those shopping carts with a front end that is supposed to, I suppose, resemble a NASCAR racer with a place for the ankle-biters and rug rats to sit within. They appear to be about three times as wide as a regular cart and capable of blocking an entire aisle by themselves.

  58. It is a well-documented fact that the best place to hold a family reunion is in any aisle of any establishment that I am attempting to navigate. The happy faces and delighted chatter make me feel somewhat badly about begrudging them their diagonally-parked shopping carts and casual stances.

  59. Trucker Ron,

    Mine is not from a trauma. It’s been diagnosed as partial congenital, and partial psychological. I was beat up several times a week in public schools for most of my 12 years of public school. Early on I learned NOT to make eye contact. As a result, the necessary learning to recognize facial features didn’t develop properly. But without the congenital issue to start with, that shouldn’t have led to Prosopagnosia.

    Jerry in FL, saw your next message. Sorry I jumped the gun on my reply. ๐Ÿ™‚

  60. GR6, and they are more than twice as long, and apparently steer like a truck with no power steering. And don’t get me started on the moms who let their dear little children hold buggy races and hide-and-seek in the aisles.

  61. ok, multiple responses here:

    Mark in TTown, I don’t remember the faces. People will say hi to me in a store, and I have no idea who they are. They’ll talk to me and I’ve gotten good at faking a conversation until something clues me in on who they are. If they’re someone very familiar, I may recognize the voice right away, but then turn around to see where it came from and have no clue which person spoke because I can’t find the person that goes with that voice. But if I don’t recognize the voice, small movements that are unusual may clue me in, otherwise I wait for the obvious discussion clues, like they mention their daughter and I know that person is friends with my son, and now I know who they are. ๐Ÿ™‚

    And I’ve always been directionally challenged. ๐Ÿ™‚ I can literally get lost going around the block, and in fact have (in my early 20s).

    Steve from Royal Oak, learning to deal with it is just a part of learning how to deal with life. It’s always been a problem. But the problems in school made it stick. I never looked people in the eye because that drew their attention to me and I’d get beat up. But think about learning to walk with only 2 legs. To a four legged animal, they must view that as a hardship we had to overcome, but to us it’s normal. Not recognizing faces isn’t because of an injury in my case, so learning to cope with it was more just a case of learning to get around in the world around me.

    Old Bear, that PBS program is what led me to seek out a doctor about this. I never knew how others recognized faces and just presumed they were better at it than I was. Until that program I had no idea. My wife and I watched it and both of us looked at each other and said that’s me (well, I said that’s me, she said that’s you)!

    And now I’m off (my rocker?) to get some work done. ๐Ÿ™‚

  62. Just back from the health club and saw today’s A&J. I want to give Jimmy a BIG GOLD STAR for today’s strip. It really hit home for me and many of my friends. It is truly a classic!

    To Jimmy; a big WAR EAGLE !!!Keep up the GREAT work!

  63. Thanks, sand. I like kosher dills. I also liked the other article there. Well, the picture, anyway. It puts the “lust” in “illustration” ๐Ÿ™‚

    http://mentalfloss.com/article/64091/10-behind-scenes-secrets-flight-attendants

    Also, it’s probably best not to use the fold-down “baby seat” featured on most regular market baskets, unless you don’t mind putting your grocery items where some baby’s poopy-diapered butt has been riding. Even worse is when Mom parks Baby’s P-DB on the counter at the fast food register while she pays for her purchase. I’m Lovin’ It – NOT.

  64. From the above linked article…”since 1980, only three people have died as a direct result of turbulence. Of those fatalities, two passengers weren’t wearing their safety belts.”

    What the heck happened to the third one?? Did his seat belt bisect him or something?

  65. domaucan1, perhaps I’m not old enough yet, but I have never, ever had that thought. ๐Ÿ˜‰

    In a related matter, two things you’ll never hear a redneck say…

    “She’s too young to be wearin’ a bikini.”
    “Those shorts ought to be a little longer, Darla.”

  66. Ghost, I think the third one was buckled in, but the whole seat fell through the hole that opened in the side of the aircraft. That was the plane flying over the Midwest when a large section of the sidewall blew out.

  67. Geez, shades of Oddjob!

    The article said “since 1980”, and the National 27 experiment-gone-awry pre-dated that (1973). At least the “boy scientists” on the flight deck didn’t decide to shut down all three engines to see if they could re-light them before making an unscheduled return to terra firma. (Perhaps more proof that modern airline flight crews have way too much time on their hands on long cross-country flights.)

    I suspect perhaps the third turbulence fatality was someone who was belted in, but who cracked their noggin against some cabin structure.

  68. Jerry in Fl, there’s a definite difference between psychological and neurological.

    Someone may be physically unable to walk because of a neurological disorder. That would hardly be a psychological disorder. Make sense?

    Psychology may always be neurological, but neurology is not always psychological.

  69. All thumbs are fingers, but not all fingers are thumbs. ๐Ÿ™‚

    Awoke early this ante meridiem to find the kitchen had decided, overnight, to convert itself into a water feature. Traced the problem to a pin-point leak in waterline to the refrigerator’s ice-maker. Performed ad hoc, field expedient repair until more permanent remedy can be effected post meridiem today. God bless wet-dry shop vacs.

    It’s so good to have a man around the house. (Me, I mean. Why? What did you think?)

  70. Just a ‘quickie’ ๐Ÿ™‚ (not read above)

    Re: the discussion of smoking cheese…wait a minute, I mean ‘smoked’ cheese.

    Ok, who here has heard of head cheese? And who here will admit to eating it. Just had a conversation with my husband and BIL regarding head cheese….so I thought…gotta come and here and open a whole new ‘cheese’, please….

    God night and God bless……(“Red Skelton’….from Vincennes, ya know…and I’m sure most of ya’ll know.

  71. Debbe ๐Ÿ˜‰ If by “head cheese” you mean “souse”, then I have. That which my grandmother made was pretty darn good.

  72. Debbe, headcheese is a staple on many European bar plates. Other items include:and cheeses, bread, pickles, and onions. Might explain why I seldom got kissed at the end of the night.

  73. Ghost, maybe the third was struck by falling luggage from the overhead bin or some other object flying around the cabin. The article does not say whether this was a US airline or foreign, so too many possibilities to search.

  74. In extreme turbulence I can see someone breaking their neck although they are buckled in. What was the source of the number? I’m thinking that eighty five per cent of all statistics are made up. Dave, I didn’t mean that type of problem. No one would consider that a psychological problem, however that opens a whole new can of worms called psychosomatic disorders.

  75. My maternal grandmother lived with us back in my childhood and enjoyed head cheese. In the neighborhood (mostly 1st- & 2nd-generation Europeans) were several Germanic butcher shops where all kinds of tasty wursts were available, including head cheese. Non-Germanic items were similarly available. Delicatessens had a good selection as well. Blutwurst, anyone?

    I am currently finishing off a 2.4 lb. loaf of wondrously good smoked Swiss cheese. My source is Broadrun Dairy in Dover/Sugarcreek Ohio. If one buys 2 loaves or more, one gets a special lower price. That is also my source for imported Danish blue cheese @$5.89/lb. when I buy a full wheel of, say, 6.5 lbs. It does not go to waste, but does go to waist if I overdo it! Google ’em, but phone in the order to ask for the quantity needed to get the lowest price for any particular product. (I have no financial interest in this firm whatsoever.)

  76. In spring of ’67, as I returned to Kansas from a successful interview trip for a professorship, my plane was bounced around a LOT while trying to land at Kansas City – itself a difficult task in good weather. We’d get low, get hailed upon from the bottom, the wings would “flap”, and the pilot would rev the engines for another try. Several times we were low enough to see the ambulances lining the runway…not a good sign.
    I remembered that just the day before, newspapers ran the story of a commercial passenger who had been killed in a 5000 foot downdraft over Wyoming, and I knew this was the same storm front. After several more tries, the pilot announced that we’d try Wichita, as we could not safely get to KC. That didn’t work, either, though the bouncing around was lessened. Eventually, we hopped back over the storm and landed in St. Louis where busses were made available. For need to get back, I elected to stay with the plane after refueling, and we did land then at KC. I had a chance to speak with the captain – there were so few passengers – and he rated the experience as “moderate turbulence with significant periods of severity”.
    Among the memories of that episode were the facts that the only persons actively ill during the turbulence were two AF guys(!) & when the cockpit flashed the seat belt sign while we were still quite aloft, the stewardesses looked absolutely aghast and belted themselves into the nearest seats. I guess they knew what to expect.
    That was my last flight.

  77. Pre-USAF, I was on a Martin 4-0-4 night flight that had to penetrate a line of thunderstorms. I believe that one stewardess and I were the only ones on the plane (other than the pilots) that didn’t whopsie. The other stew did.

    Little did I realized that not too many years later, I myself would be penetrating lines of thunderstorms, both day and night. Perhaps not surprisingly, it’s actually easier to fly through that type of weather than to ride through it.

  78. Dearest Ghost, your story is very exciting too. I’m glad I wasn’t on that flight. I can’t imagine piloting a plane, like that. It’s never been a dream of mine!

  79. Oh, yeah, the Martin 404. Pride of Southern Airways. Never really had a bad weather experience on a plane. Thought the Oklahoma City was going to capsize in a typhoon in July of 1976, though.

    Had a rough ride in a Southern 404 but that was in clear weather. Trying to take off from Columbus, MS and it couldn’t seem to get lift. Kept rising and dropping till I was ready for them to abort and land again.

    Was on an L-1011 in Birmingham, waiting for pushback. I had a seat in the exit row, right behind one of the side doors. Flight attendtant came to the door and watched it go up and down. Then one of the flight crew came back and they did this a couple more times. Finally the captain got on the intercom and said they had a warning light showing that door was not sealed. After the testing, he said it was just a bad indicator, and off we went for California.

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=21EHAATQp-8

  80. ce-p

    Many years ago circled Chicago in T storms. The wing tips looked to be flapping 4 feet.
    That was a 2 bagger.
    Rode a Jet Prop Electra (this was before the wings started falling off) that lost electrical
    power just after take off- was told if it had been piston engine they would have quit too.
    Pilot set the plane on its wing tip circling back.

    I never ride without my seat belt tight.

    Smoked Gruyรจre is very tasty – Get it at my local CUB FOODS.
    Grated on pizza with smoked prime rib is superb.

    The only thing not eaten on the pig is the squeal and the curl in the tail.

  81. I got on a BAC One-Eleven coming out of Chicago O’Hare about 7:00 one evening. The BAC-111 would climb like the proverbial homesick angel anyway, and with the noise abatement procedures in effect for that runway, I got a taste of what the astronauts must feel like on liftoff.

    The only downside was I was flying Military Standby and got bumped off of my first flight. I went to Nashville and my luggage went to Memphis. Took another hop from BNA to MEM (no problem at 2:00 AM) and joined my luggage in Memphis.

    Debbe ๐Ÿ˜‰ Yeah, where is Jean, anyway?

  82. Ghost: “like…homesick angel”? I like it! I often use “rose up like Lazarus” for such events but can always expand my supply of expressions.

  83. Examples: being scared to death, having chest pains and shortness of breath due to a panic attack, so-called “hysterical blindness”. Never mind why but I had to get up to answer a doorbell so here I am. Good morning Debbe. An airplane is like my car. If I’m in it the seatbelt is in use.

  84. Good morning Villagers..

    …and good morning back at you Jerry. There’s two things that always makes my heart ‘stop’….one is the phone ringing in the dead of the night, and the other is a knock at the door in the middle of the night….hope it was something positive for you.

    GR ๐Ÿ˜‰ it is probably the same thing, head cheese and souse, but when the guys were discussing it last night they said it was made from the meat lining between the skull and scalp…something like that…I guess I could Whiki it, but I have a delicate tummy in morning.

    Mark..good comeback on the ‘cat’ battery ๐Ÿ™‚ Laughed.

    Speaking of laughing, today’s A&J is a good one.

    Fascinating and scary stories about flying. I use to fly a lot from Corpus to Indy whenever I came home to visit. The only thing I can tell is that when I landed one time in Corpus, the plane landed…but I didn’t ๐Ÿ™‚ (it was the fault of those ‘little bottles’) ๐Ÿ˜‰

    Denise and Gal ๐Ÿ™‚ sage advice

    Sandcastler….you probably nailed that one on the head….do you wake up thinking an elephant had backed up to your mouth in the middle of the night…just teasing. I have that sensation whenever I just eat raw onion.

    Ya’ll have a blessed day.

    =^..^=

  85. Old Bear…your last sentence is why I don’t eat hot dogs……here’s another unappetizing name for a food that is used around here….”blood sausage”

    Breakfast is on me this morning guys….green eggs and ham ๐Ÿ™‚

  86. Debbe, Debbe, Debbe, so many early morning posts. And yes, I’ve awoken many a morn with the fur of last nights creature in my mouth.

    JJ, your Wednesday offering is spot on.

  87. Old Bear – with the exception of some of the newest piston aircraft engines that have electronic ignition, MOST have magnetos and continue to run just fine without the aircraft’s electrical system. In fact, many older antiques (Piper Cub, etc) don’t even have an electrical system. I lost my generator in an older Cessna 172 once, nad the battery was dead by the time I got back to the airport. Other than not having working radios or flaps, the landing was fairly uneventful.
    Rusty

  88. Here. Just lurking. Just now got to catch up on the Village news.

    Jerry – I won’t ask, but I am curious.

    Souse: Ate it as a kid, not sure I am brave enough now.

    Airplanes: I have traveled that way, prefer not. I dislike many people crammed into small spaces. Although it is still preferable to over-crowded venues. I can accept a smaller “personal bubble” for limited lengths of time; however, sensory overload becomes overwhelming. I cannot focus, and can become extremely difficult. Awful for all parties.

    My third shift called-off last night. His replacement got robbed at 4:30 this morning. My store was the second one of the morning; another location across town got hit two hours earlier. LEOs believe it was the same team, and they are also the likely suspects in the robbery the other night the next town over. All clerks okay. Off to bed.

    .

  89. Mindy, I’ll refer you to Sand’s comment at 8:07 this morning. I had to explain the title of one of Little Richard’s songs to my wife yesterday, but I’m guessing that you can figure this out.

  90. Rusty

    This was 1954, April as it happens, first plane ride, he was pulling some Gs in that turn.
    Don’t remember a big rush to deplane (quickly yes – rush no, in fact I think there was an option
    to leave or not, as I remember, well it was 61 years ago ) there was no taxi ing -down – stop.
    In fact my Mother did not deplane and overheard their conversation (they did not know she was there.) Short took out the batteries and generator. Just enough time to radio we were coming
    back. Got met by firetrucks and rescue vehicles.

    It was to FL and other than seeing a half sunk camera float purported to have been used to film
    some post production shots for The Africa Queen (Wikii says not) there is not much I remember.
    Sorry Jerry

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