Remembrin'

Remembrin'

Remembrin'

Homin'

So, I don't know why all good things must come to an end but my time on the beach did. Saw the biggest moon in the world on the drive home as a form of consolation although it would have been better over the Atlantic than Alexandria.

Seems a good friend wanted to sell her rowing shell. It was in our back yard so I offered to do it for her. She and her partner are expecting a baby soon. Ended up selling it to a guy from CT with the same last name as that of a guy I called Dirtball who played basketball in college with another good friend. Kelly and I drove the boat to the CRI boathouse. CRI is where our daughters learned to row awhile back.  They got interested in in when Kelly read an article in the Boston Globe mentioning a learn to row program for high school kids and our older daughter was at that age. The article mentioned a coach who had gone to high school and rowed in Buffalo. Em signed up, Les followed and we met a lot of really good, lifelong friends along the way while enjoying their success.

Anyway, the buyer, when asked about his name said he was from Buffalo and had coached at CRI in 1995, the correct year. He didn't know Dirtball. So it had to be the guy Kelly read about and is partially responsible for our ladies involvement and success in the sport.  It did not provide him a discount, however.

Blabbin'

Mooseonaplatter

Shariahthehreat.com

So, the mooseonaplatter arose on a bike ride this morning while the billboard is on A1A near the Publix supermarket. Mooseonaplatter has no dedicated website and neither does Shariahthethreat.com despite what the sign says. Don't understand why someone would pay to put a mooseonaplatter or a sign urging us to look on line where there is nothing.

Bread ties make good substitutes for the little screws that fall out of my glasses all the time. Why not make the glasses with the screws going down so they don't drop out when unscrewed? Also, one needs one's glasses in order the replace the screw or thread a bread tie through the hole. If you have another set of glasses, no need to fix the first pair.

Just read today that sand is one of North Korea's prime exports. It was in an article about what milk container was the least environmentally sound. In 1969 Boom Boom Sullivan made the observation that the South Korean Army was driving truckloads of sand all over the place. He thought it might be strategic sand constantly moving so that North Korea would not know where it was. I accept this as gospel, like the bread ties.

Rantin'

I know everyone is eagerly awaiting my latest musings but we haven't done anything but bike ride and hang out on the porch. I was heartened however by a TV commercial I saw last weekend while watching the Duke v Notre Dame lacrosse game. Not many make TV so I was drawn to it. Fast food place called Moe's was the main sponsor and the game was played just up the road in Jacksonville.

So this guy wearing a suit is washing his hands in a public restroom presumably Moe's. He turns away from the sink to show that his pants are soaked. I wasn't listening to this point but this kind of humor is right up my alley. He looks around and finds a hand drier on the wall and takes off his pants, holds them over the outlet causing the pants to fly out horizontal. Just the a friend walks in and the announcer says something like " And then was born the immortal nickname of Wind Sock Jimmy".  The reason this struck me as interesting is that for years Kelly and I have discussed whether it is proper for parents to name a child and then decree that they will call her by something else. I have always maintained that a nickname must be the result of some spontaneous happenstance usually alcohol fueled. Some names are automatic nick names. Anyone with a "Fitz" is a Fitz. Mc and Mac are also Macks. Anyone named Lawlor is a "Red Dog", etc. The commercial proves my point!

Rantin'

I know everyone is eagerly awaiting my latest musings but we haven't done anything but bike ride and hang out on the porch. I was heartened however by a TV commercial I saw last weekend while watching the Duke v Notre Dame lacrosse game. Not many make TV so I was drawn to it. Fast food place called Moe's was the main sponsor and the game was played just up the road in Jacksonville.

So this guy wearing a suit is washing his hands in a public restroom presumably Moe's. He turns away from the sink to show that his pants are soaked. I wasn't listening to this point but this kind of humor is right up my alley. He looks around and finds a hand drier on the wall and takes off his pants, holds them over the outlet causing the pants to fly out horizontal. Just the a friend walks in and the announcer says something like " And then was born the immortal nickname of Wind Sock Jimmy".  The reason this struck me as interesting is that for years Kelly and I have discussed whether it is proper for parents to name a child and then decree that they will call her by something else. I have always maintained that a nickname must be the result of some spontaneous happenstance usually alcohol fueled. Some names are automatic nick names. Anyone with a "Fitz" is a Fitz. Mc and Mac are also Macks. Anyone named Lawlor is a "Red Dog", etc. The commercial proves my point!