Sam’s niece arrived earlier this afternoon and has been ministering to Sam nonstop since – ruffling his hair, pumping Pepsi into him, regaling him with stories of her recent exploits in the home of five (male) college students. Ahem! 😉 They’re reminiscing about “vodika‘s”.
Bill sends an email claiming Sam has always had “breathing problems” and it’s about time they’ve started to improve. “When we lived together on Dravus in Seattle back in the 50’s you didn’t sound long for this world most of the time.”
Luciano Pavarotti is on now; not quite on a par with the Dave Brubeck albums of yore.
Big grins re the peacock joke forwarded by my best partner-in-crime:
I was at the mall the other day eating at the food court. I noticed an old man watching a teenager Sitting next to him. The teenager had spiked hair in all different colors: green, red, orange, and blue. The old man kept staring at him.
The teenager would look and find the old man staring every time.
When the teenager had enough, he sarcastically asked, “What’s the matter old man, never done anything wild in your life?”
The old man did not bat an eye in his response, “Got drunk once and had sex with a peacock. I was just wondering if you were my son?”
He also enjoyed these statements from a project on “The Sea”, in which kids from various classes were asked to draw pictures or write about their experiences. Teachers got together to compare the