We gotta go celebrate grandson Luke's 3d birthday this weekend. I don't look forward to the drive, but we're gonna do it. I drove by the big bridge they dunked in the river yesterday; it's really strange to drive by on the new bridge and not have anything obstructing the view as I look north.
Ole dropped by and told a couple of stories about himself again: A Swede in our town was never able to develop a liking for Norwegians. So, one of his fellow Swedes was surprised one day to see the Swede give a coin to a monkey perched on the instrument of a Norwegian organ grinder. "I thought you didn't like Norwegians," said the friend. "Yah, dat's true," replied the Swede, "but they are so cute when dey are little."
Another: A Danish lady sent her husband downtown to get a pair of loafers. So he came back with two Norwegians.
One more; Ole proved he isn't so dumb --- An ocean liner was sailing the Atlantic when it hit an iceberg. Survivors were able to take to lifeboats except one boat taht was overloaded by three persons. Nobly, a Frenchman volunteered to sacrifice himself, leaping into the water with a shout, "Vive la France!" Next an Englishman stepped to the edge of the boat, bravely shouting out, "God Save the Queen!" and then jumped in the ocean. Finally, Ole the Norwegian stood up, reached over and grabbed a Swede. He shoved the Swede into the water, and then shouted out, "Long live Norway!"
