One night in a small Midwestern town, I stopped at a convenience store and asked the clerk for directions to the motel I had booked a room in. She told me to go down the street and when I saw a stop-n-go, turn left, then go about a mile down that road until I can to the next stop-n-go. The motel would be just to the right. I went back to my car and started looking for the first Stop-n-Go, but didn’t find it, nor did I find the next one she told me about. I thought they couldn’t possibly have three Stop-n-Gos in that tiny town. I figured out that she meant traffic lights…you know…”stop and gos”.
I grew up in southern Alabama in Mobile. I was pretty much a city boy, not having been raised on a farm. I am 67 now and live in North Carolina. Well, anyways, I have heard that we had relatives in south Alabama who had cable t.v. before they had indoor plumbing. You know what? I believe that.
The Spokane Indians are minor league baseball team. My 5 year old grandson, Deion, and I went to the Indians’ stadium to see a game. It was a beautiful day, we sat behind the Indians’ dugout so I could explain the goings-on, he met several players, and the mascot. We ate hot dogs and candy and drank a soda. A really good time together.
In the car, getting ready to head home, I asked Deion what was the best thing at the ballgame. He said, “That was the best hotdog I ever had!” Yep.
Early one morning in 1973, my then two and a half year old daughter climbed into bed with my wife and me. I got up to go to the kitchen to brew our coffee. While I was in the kitchen, an earthquake shook our San Jose, California home. I rushed back to the bedroom to ask if they had felt the quake. My daughter said she did and asked me to do it again.
What a sweetie!
One day when Grandpappy was fishing next to a stream, my Daddy, who was a little squirt (maybe 6 years old), ran up and pushed Grandpappy into the water. Grandpappy climbed out of the water, caught my daddy, and threw him in the stream. Daddy learned to swim real fast.
One afternoon, I noticed my little grandson, Remington, staring intently at me. I was sitting in the living room minding my own business. I said, “Remington, what are you staring at?”
He said, “Grandpa, you have two chins.”
Being a stout fellow, I did indeed have two chins when I was sitting in that comfortable chair.
When I was a young boy, I received a puppy as a gift. One day I saw he had chewed open a bag of quick drying cement. I figured he had eaten some of it and worried me that the “quick drying” stuff would kill him and make him stiff like a statue.
Well, the next day he died.
He got run over by a milk delivery truck.