I had a call from Grandson Collin last week. He must be running out of airplanes to fix if he calls his Grandpa. He told me that he was going to a big party this weekend to celebrate the birthday of the U.S. Marine Corps. It starts on Friday night and I am not sure how long it lasts. Probably all weekend. Coincidently this morning I was exercising with my retired Marine Corp. buddy and he mentioned the official birth date of the Marine Corp. is Nov.10, 1775. That is one year before the birth of out nation (1776). That makes the Corp. 235 years old. So now, Collin”s conversation about the “big” upcoming weekend has more meaning. It sounds like trouble to me.
There are some things in life that you can’t make up. Our U.S. Congress has hired “grief counselors” to help our departing losing legislators (and their staffs) deal with losing their jobs. Give me a break. Who counsels our neighbors when they lose their jobs? Who counsels people who exhaust their 99 weeks of un-employment? Who counsels families that lose their home? Who is going to counsel me because I did not get a cost-of-living increase in my Social Security benefit? Unbelieveable!
We are well into the month of November. It has an indelible mark on my brain. Tomorrow (Nov.10) marks 53 years since my Dad died. Saturday, Nov.13, marks 52 years since my Grandma Helen died. Nov.22 will mark the date your Mom and I moved to Appleton in 1985 (25 years ago). It is the longest we’ve lived in one place. Who would have guessed? Next week will be 8 years that we have lived in our present home.
Under the category of “freaky”. A contestant on the Wheel of Fortune gameshow had the chance to solve a “phrase” puzzle after one letter. She picked an “L”. The phrase was five words (“Got a feeling about it”). After the contestant guessed the phrase, she was asked how she got the answer with such few clues. Her answer was “I had a feeling about it”.
My snowblower works. It has a new spark plug and fresh oil. Bring on the white stuff!
Stay warm
Love,
Dad