I published this picture of the Sheldon Class of 1960 once before, but after meeting up with some folks for coffee last Sunday, it seemed like it was a good one to pull up again. My old math teacher Miss Hansen lives in Bismarck; I've visited with her a time or two before, and she has bought a book from me. She has remained friends with my old English teacher and her husband, the school superintendent, Mr. and Mrs. Vitus, and when they passed through on I-94 Sunday, they made plans to meet her. Mary and I were invited, so we got to have a pleasant conversation with them for a couple of hours. When they left Sheldon, they went to Colorado where they have lived ever since. Big on carousel preservation around the country, they spend hobby time with that.
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A Swedish poet, Par Lagerqvist, wrote lines that return:
With old eyes I look back.
All is so long ago.
A stony road
with weary oxen homesick at eventide,
an old cart-track, the farm's gray gable
with a light in one of the windows.
The marshy meadows beside the little river
with mist over darkened water
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Fall with threat a bit of wintry snow came all at once. We blew out our lawn sprinkler system yesterday, Mary is cleaning plants up in the yard, and our shinglers have come and gone. I'm glad they came when they did because we still had a few warming days to get them to set up good.
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I will watch the presidential debates tonight, or at least part of it. Can't wait...
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Here're a few more of the "and that's how the fight started" jokes:
One year I decided to buy my mother-in-law a cemetery plot as a Christmas gift. The next year I didn't buy her a gift. When she asked me why, I replied, "Well,you still haven't used the gift I bought you last year. And that's how the fight started.
My wife and I were watching "Who Wants To Be A Millionaire" while we were in bed. I turned to her and said, "Do you want to have sex?" "No," she answered. I then said, "Is that your final answer?" She didn't even look at me this time, simply saying, "Yes." So I said, "Then I'd like to phone a friend." And that's when the fight started.
My wife and I were sitting at a table at her high school reunion, and she kept staring at a drunken man swigging his drink as he sat alone at a nearby table. I asked her, "Do you know him?" "Yes," she sighed, "he's my old boyfriend...I understand he took to drinking right after we split up those many years ago, and I hear he hasn't been sober since." "My God!" I said, "who would think a person could go on celebrating that long?" And then the fight started.
Saturday morning I got up early, quickly dressed, made my lunch, and slipped quietly into the garage. I hooked the boat up to the van, and proceeded to back out into a torrential downpour. The wind was blowing 50 mph, so I pulled back into the garage, turned on the radio, and discovered that the weather would be bad all day. I went back into the house, quietly undressed and slipped back into bed. I cuddled up to my wife'sback, now with a different anticipation, and whispered, "The weather out there is terrible." My loving wife of 5 years replied, "Can you believe my stupid husband is out fishing in that?" And that's how the fight started.
After retiring, I went to the social security office to apply. The woman behind the counter asked me for my driver's license to verify my age. I looked in my pockets and realized I had left my wallet at home. I told the woman that I was very sorry, but I would have to go home and come back later. The woman said, "Unbutton your shirt." So I opened my shirt revealing my curly silver hair. She said, "That silver hair on your chest is proof enough for me and she processed my application. When I got home I excitedly told my wife about my experience at the social security office. She said, "You should have dropped your pants. You might have gotten disability, too!" And then the fight started.
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And there I was promising to write better blogs...
Fall with threat a bit of wintry snow came all at once. We blew out our lawn sprinkler system yesterday, Mary is cleaning plants up in the yard, and our shinglers have come and gone. I'm glad they came when they did because we still had a few warming days to get them to set up good.
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I will watch the presidential debates tonight, or at least part of it. Can't wait...
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Here're a few more of the "and that's how the fight started" jokes:
One year I decided to buy my mother-in-law a cemetery plot as a Christmas gift. The next year I didn't buy her a gift. When she asked me why, I replied, "Well,you still haven't used the gift I bought you last year. And that's how the fight started.
My wife and I were watching "Who Wants To Be A Millionaire" while we were in bed. I turned to her and said, "Do you want to have sex?" "No," she answered. I then said, "Is that your final answer?" She didn't even look at me this time, simply saying, "Yes." So I said, "Then I'd like to phone a friend." And that's when the fight started.
My wife and I were sitting at a table at her high school reunion, and she kept staring at a drunken man swigging his drink as he sat alone at a nearby table. I asked her, "Do you know him?" "Yes," she sighed, "he's my old boyfriend...I understand he took to drinking right after we split up those many years ago, and I hear he hasn't been sober since." "My God!" I said, "who would think a person could go on celebrating that long?" And then the fight started.
Saturday morning I got up early, quickly dressed, made my lunch, and slipped quietly into the garage. I hooked the boat up to the van, and proceeded to back out into a torrential downpour. The wind was blowing 50 mph, so I pulled back into the garage, turned on the radio, and discovered that the weather would be bad all day. I went back into the house, quietly undressed and slipped back into bed. I cuddled up to my wife'sback, now with a different anticipation, and whispered, "The weather out there is terrible." My loving wife of 5 years replied, "Can you believe my stupid husband is out fishing in that?" And that's how the fight started.
After retiring, I went to the social security office to apply. The woman behind the counter asked me for my driver's license to verify my age. I looked in my pockets and realized I had left my wallet at home. I told the woman that I was very sorry, but I would have to go home and come back later. The woman said, "Unbutton your shirt." So I opened my shirt revealing my curly silver hair. She said, "That silver hair on your chest is proof enough for me and she processed my application. When I got home I excitedly told my wife about my experience at the social security office. She said, "You should have dropped your pants. You might have gotten disability, too!" And then the fight started.
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And there I was promising to write better blogs...
