True story. 35 years ago I hadda supermarket job stocking shelves when one day while I was stacking canned green beans a guy comes along claiming he was the original Jolly Green Giant. His wife/significant other reassured me that this was true but I wasn’t buying it although I nodded at ’em as though I was. Can u blame me? How many people do u come across in life who claim to be the f#%@ing Jolly Green Giant???
Secondly, we’ve hadda few hits from Canada recently and I feel the need to give ’em a shout-out. Yep, the next time anyone in the U.S. decides to call u a bunch of backwoods, syrup-slurpin, seal clubbin’ yahoos, rest assured I’ve got yer back. Despite the many complex and almost desperate issues going on with the Mexican border these days it’s reassuring to know that NO ONE (not even Donald Trump) is planning to build a wall between the USA and Canada. Why u ask? The Canucks would rather freeze to death than associate with us and recipricuosly Americans aren’t that much interested in our northern neighbor seeing as we can freeze OUR asses off just fine in New Hampshire, Montana and Alaska when necessary.
The New England Patriots have suddenly decided to get all spooky again. NEVER count out Tom Brady. The Pats/Raiders and Eagles/Cowboys games are gonna be good watching this weekend.
Just a few thoughts and until next time keep a cold one in the cooler for me.
Time to swim against the current a little. I know at this time of year, most parents are overjoyed that the kids are heading back to school. Not this parent. I love all of the things that the girls and I do all summer long. I love being outside with them. I love game nights that start at 9 o’clock at night. I love heading to the local park to shoot hoops with them. I love taking them to baseball games. I love hitting the beach with them. I love attending outdoor concerts with them. But, mostly, I love the freedom that summer allows. Childhood races by at blinding speed, and childhood summers race by even faster. I, for one, am in no hurry to see them end.
Yep, I have those memories too although I’ve hadda adjust mine to “stay the %#&* outta jail”.
Walter Becker of Steely Dan recently passed away so lemme see if I can hook you up with a good number here (below). Becker w/b the guy playing bass and singing in the background by the drum kit. He and singer/keyboardist Donald Fagen pioneered a lot of the music we hear today and yes, that’s Jeff “Skunk” Baxter on guitar for you Doobie Brothers fans.
Chuck was kind enough to impart a few thoughts from his most recent beachside excursion:
Diane (attempting to ask me about the upcoming weather): “How long rain harder?”
Chuck: “What??? You sound like one of the Hekawis from F Troop”.
O”Rourke (to Wild Eagle): “U don’t have to ACTUALLY attack the fort, just send your brave Hekawii warriors tonight and PRETEND to attack so we can make Cpt. Parmenter look like a hero.”
Wild Eagle: “No good O’Rourke. Brave Hekawii warriors afraid of dark.”
(Back to Chuck) Diane and the girls are all killing me at Scrabble yet they are all trying to make me feel better.
Erin: “Your score isn’t too bad.”
Me: “Are you kidding me?? A monkey could eat the bag of tiles and s**t them out all over the board and he would STILL have a better score than me.”
Jimmy: Hey Chuck! You just disrespected rule #3.4 of this website which clearly stipulates (ahem)… “Any writer on this stupid, futile, insanely crazy idea of a blog shall refrain from monkey poop jokes to the extent humanly possible unless it’s really funny”.
(OK, that WAS really funny but if we catch any grief for the Hekawii gag it’s yer ass.)
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