You might think that in a Drs. office they could come up with a better sign.

Paper or plastic?

There was a day before the plastic grocery bag, even though many of you may not remember, either because you're too young or you're too old to remember when you didn't get a choice...you got paper.  Anyway, there was such a time, and it's a good thing for my kids too, 'cause plastic would have been too dangerous.
See, we were poor, I mean really poor, and all the kids had to play with sometimes (forget Fischer-Price and Playschool) was boxes and bags.  The wife was very resourceful and disposable paper products were a staple of play-time around the house and became anything she or the boys could think of, and by the way those appreciated it too, let me tell you, 'cause if we had fresh bags that week, it meant we must have gone to the grocery store that week and probably there'd be food to eat as well.  Let me tell you those were some happy kids when we had food.

 When the wife wasn't preggers (which she was most of the time) and feeling really good she'd jump in that ol' broke down VW miro-mini bus and try to score a big box from a furniture or appliance store.  Talk about fun!  One day our neighbors bought a new refridgerator.  Those little guys were on cloud nine, uh huh!  They didn't even know they didn't have real toys.  Ah, for the imagination and the simple things in life.

Dad keeps showing up in the strangest places.

This is a photo of my dad taken several years ago:

He passed away in August of 2002 but he keeps showing up from time to time in the strangest places.  A few years back we were sorting stuff to be thrown away and I randomly picked up an old issue of Better Homes and Gardens and started leafing through it.  I about flipped out when I ran across this article:

I'll zoom in some so you can see the guy seated at the table with the green and white shirt.

Dad wore glasses just like those most of the time, wore that style of shirt just about all the time and sat with the same posture as the guy in the photo.


Then this afternoon we were watching a football game and my wife, Kathy, suddenly jumps up, grabs the remote, and says "I just saw your dad in the stands."  (Thank goodness for DVRs).  She backed it up a few seconds, started it again, then paused it and sure enough...

I took this picture with my phone, directly from the TV screen.  I tried to get closer and / or crop the picture but the quality's not too good.  I don't know why I didn't think to try a regular camera at the time but it's hard to get a good picture off a TV screen anyway so it probably wouldn't have made a lot of difference. 
I just don't know about Dad wearing Carolina Blue and I really doubt he would have gone to a UNC game on a day when West Virginia was playing, I mean it was a road trip either way, right?  And since West Virginia is "almost heaven" (according to John Denver, etal.) it would have been closer...I just don't know why he was there.  What?  West Virginia plays tomorrow?  Well, then, maybe it was him.

Either way I kept looking at the picture on my phone and kinda smiling to myself the rest of the day.


(I think maybe that baby blue shirt makes him look as though he's gained a few pounds but don't say anything.)

Big guy dirty shirt!

See the extra dark shadow on the front of this guy's shirt? Guess what? Not a shadow. That's dirt!
Don't know how you can get that dirty that early in the morning, or why you would go grocery shopping that dirty, but there he was.


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When you're absolutely too fat, crippled,or just too danged lazy to bend over, you can still have clean feet.
Just when you thought you might never have to wash your feet again some jerk comes along and takes away all your excuses for unkempt tootsies.