Taking you to the airport this morning I was thinking it couldn’t have been a week since you arrived.
My Sister-in-Law who has the same first name as my wife. How can that happen you ask? My wife was left for adoption in New England and her mother went out west and started a new family and named her first daughter out there the with the same first name. We found you quite a while ago while we were living in California. Must have been really strange meeting your sister for the first time when you are in your 40’s.
My brother-in-law, a true lumberjack. Strange how a lumberjack and a computer nerd could be friends but it happened. I got to watch more sports while you were here than I have in the last 10 years. AND I LOVED IT! We drove go carts and pretended we were Jeff Gordon and Jimmy Johnson. Weeeeeee!
Have a safe trip back and return soon!
He wanted it to be very private. It was something he had been thinking about for a long time. He wanted it to be a surprise. This would be difficult considering that this was Venice after all and prime tourist time. He did not what it recorded or documented. He accomplished everything except for me.
Word Fix At 56
He felt alone. And cold. He knew this adventure would not end up in success. This was a different feeling than about 2 hours ago. They had fun just talking about different things. Nothing earth shattering but enough that they could make each other laugh. That was important to him. And now she was gone.
My father owned a farm market in Flint, Michigan. Both my mother and myself were his employees. the open aired farm market was open from the Easter, when we started selling Lillie’s until the last of October when we sold pumpkins. We also open up for two weeks in December to sell Christmas trees. The summer months we sold fresh local produce. My dad would get up around 3 in the morning and drive to Bay City where the local farmers sold wholesale to small farm markets like my dad’s. I remember riding in that old Dodge truck where you could actually see the pavement below the floorboard as we drove along country roads to purchase our produce for the week. Fresh tomatoes were 39 cents a pound or 3 pounds for a dollar. Mom loved selling the flowers in the spring time. She would have a very dark tan by the 1st of June. I worked the summer months. Seven days a week from 9 am to 9 pm. On the days we went to the farmers market we would return to our market around 11 am where I would unload the truck and my dad would get a few hours of sleep before he went to his regular job as a conductor for the Chesapeake and Ohio Railroad.
Local Farmers Market
I was at the local farmers market last week and that experience brought back a lot of memories. We provided “Customer Service” before they invented the word. I find it amazing that some store clerks can’t make change without looking at the cash register to see how much they owe their customer. Heaven forbid if they said “Thank You”.
The Daily Prompt:
Tell someone you’re proud of just how proud you are.
Photographers, artists, poets: show us SUCCESS.
Annual Race for the Cure 2013, Raleigh, North Carolina. A truly inspiring sight. After I finish, I just stand there and watch and clap as they all cross the finish line.
Create a short story, piece of memoir, or epic poem that is 26 sentences long, in which the first sentence begins with “A” and each sentence thereafter begins with the next letter of the alphabet.
Already it had begun. Before it was never this bad. Cancer is a bad disease. Death can sometimes occur. Even earlier than expected. Far be it from us mortals to determine how long. God grant us serenity. His will be done. I can’t do it myself. Just depend on my Higher Power. Knowledge of this disease is depressing. Love is needed at all times. Money helps us with research. Nobody is immune. Open your hearts to those that suffer. Powerful drugs are being developed every day. Quick and easy are never an option. Results can be devastating. Statistically we are improving our success rates. Technically brilliant people are working on this all the time. Until such time as there is a definite cure we all suffer. Very seldom is the initial diagnosis received with open arms. We will fight until we find a cure. X-ray technology is fast improving. Young people are prone to this disease as are the elderly. Zinc is a constituent of many enzymes that permit chemical reactions to proceed at normal rates.
Thanks to The Daily Prompt.
An earworm is a catchy piece of music that continually repeats through a person’s mind after it is no longer playing. Phrases used to describe an earworm include musical imagery repetition, involuntary musical imagery, and stuck song syndrome.
Today the song that keeps going through my head is “It was a very good year. I especially like the version that Ray Charles and Frank Sinatra do as a duet. Favorite line is “When I was seventeen it was a very good year. This was brought on by two comics in the newspaper this morning. One was the Baby Blues strip where the wife tells her husband about their children: “Think of them as reverse cicadas. They’re here for seventeen years and then they go away” The other comic strip was Rhymes with Orange. It’s a picture of a cicada with a microphone in his hand singing the cicada go-to Karaoke song “When I was seventeen, it was a very good year”.
when I was 17 it was a very good year.