My bride took us to the Dr. today, I'm writing this in the waiting room . My oldest daughter Holley and our gran boy spent the night with us last night. I got up around 6 and made some cheese eggs to go with the steak that Susan cooked Saturday night . Landyn and I ate while Holley was getting showered. Susan wasn't hungry. Landyn had to have dip sauce on his steak and ketchup on his eggs.
I started getting sick again ( I been to the hospital 6 days this month so far ) so we went to the den and played go fish using my lap desk on my stomach for a card table while I lay on the couch letting the pain and nausea subside. Landyn won two hands while Susan and Holley chatted in the kitchen, then it was time for them to head to Gulf Shores. Landyn is in the his cousins beach wedding . They are are very excited.
After They left I listened to book tv. Jeff Shara talked about his new Vicksburg book and then a senator from NC shared about the Robert Smalls book he' s reading this summer. Smalls was the slave that stole a Confederate ship and turned it over to the Union Army.
Friday, January 23, 2015
Click
Thewre's something about the click of a spoon against the side of a bowl. My granboy Landyn is eating cheerios very intently. Then he says, "have you seen the picture of when mommy was a little girl and she was holding that fish that she ' d caught? .
"oh yes I took the picture . Why do you ask?"
"oh yes I took the picture . Why do you ask?"
Woodrow Goes Camping
I got up to go see Holley's bunch about 6 am. Thought about mornings when I was 14 ,delivering the Birminham Post Herald. Cruising around before the sun rolling and slinging papers , Making money, I bought a Kawasaki 350 and put canvas sadle bags on it . When I filled it with Sunday papers it was so wide anyway you had to alternately throw out out of one side then the other .And I was reminded of this fact everytime I let it turn over. But the bags were so full that it was like having roll bars , they kept the big 350 off my legs. It took some finese . And if the bags got on the muffler you had hot news....
Later, my uncle found a deal on a car and with my hard earned money. I was warm and safe in my four door '62 Dodge Pioneer. A powder blue but one door was white . My buddy's kidded me and I told them it was a special door , front passenger , for ladies only!
Once I got used to getting up early and smelling news print , I loved it, being the only one awake in the whole town. They dropped papers off around 2:00 am, at a little covered porch that used to be hooked on to a hambuger joint . It was a good place to put the papers together each morning.They came in two stacks on most days and three on Wednesdays with four or so on Sunday depending on how many extra sections and coupons there were.
The guy who trained me when I took over his route , Pete , a hippie minus the drugs, but with two volkswagens, a fu man chew mustache and smoked a bent pipe, he was around 30 ,(which seemed like 50 to me at the time) . He showed me how to lay out the sections in stacks , with the spines turned to the right and the main big part of the paper at the end so you could quickly assemble them. And he could literally fly when it came to delivering "The Post" ,stacking , slinging 'em on the porches and slamming them in the orange boxes without even coming to a full stop. All the while telling anectdotes about each customer. He began delivering , because " im up early anyway I may as well do something constructive.
I couldn't wait till I could deliver like Pete too , and it wasn't long till I could. I bought two motorcycles , two cars, various black lights, posters, magazines, books, fast food , asundry rockets , model cars . All with my "paper money".
Mom ,my accountant ,( she was a bookkeeper by trade) was in charge of paper bills. I got a rubber stamp to put my address on the collection envelopes and I was a business man. That stamp print made its way on nearly every thing I owned I was pretty proud of it....
Well, Pete tturnede me loose after afew days the first day went well . The second day I a rose at 330 as planned but around 600 I awoke dressed my feet on the floor and may back on the bed sound asleep, I felt like id been hit in the face with a wet squirrel.
Im fired , ithought. I rushed to my bike and took of .
Later, my uncle found a deal on a car and with my hard earned money. I was warm and safe in my four door '62 Dodge Pioneer. A powder blue but one door was white . My buddy's kidded me and I told them it was a special door , front passenger , for ladies only!
Once I got used to getting up early and smelling news print , I loved it, being the only one awake in the whole town. They dropped papers off around 2:00 am, at a little covered porch that used to be hooked on to a hambuger joint . It was a good place to put the papers together each morning.They came in two stacks on most days and three on Wednesdays with four or so on Sunday depending on how many extra sections and coupons there were.
The guy who trained me when I took over his route , Pete , a hippie minus the drugs, but with two volkswagens, a fu man chew mustache and smoked a bent pipe, he was around 30 ,(which seemed like 50 to me at the time) . He showed me how to lay out the sections in stacks , with the spines turned to the right and the main big part of the paper at the end so you could quickly assemble them. And he could literally fly when it came to delivering "The Post" ,stacking , slinging 'em on the porches and slamming them in the orange boxes without even coming to a full stop. All the while telling anectdotes about each customer. He began delivering , because " im up early anyway I may as well do something constructive.
I couldn't wait till I could deliver like Pete too , and it wasn't long till I could. I bought two motorcycles , two cars, various black lights, posters, magazines, books, fast food , asundry rockets , model cars . All with my "paper money".
Mom ,my accountant ,( she was a bookkeeper by trade) was in charge of paper bills. I got a rubber stamp to put my address on the collection envelopes and I was a business man. That stamp print made its way on nearly every thing I owned I was pretty proud of it....
Well, Pete tturnede me loose after afew days the first day went well . The second day I a rose at 330 as planned but around 600 I awoke dressed my feet on the floor and may back on the bed sound asleep, I felt like id been hit in the face with a wet squirrel.
Im fired , ithought. I rushed to my bike and took of .
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