Evidently, there’s more to emails than you might think. You’ll find lots of advantages but, you’ll also encounter many pitfalls. In this episode, Doc learns as much as he can about the wonderful world of emailing. At least there’s no postage involved. I think Alan had himself a great time. You’ll see. Drop me an email and tell me your opinion.
We’ve all been in deep doo doo at one time or another and Pop Pop is no exception. Be there as he climbs up the side of a tall chimney. Thrill as his “friends” take a break for lunch halfway through lowering him down the side of a building. Spend some time under a leaking hydrogen tanker. Oh, it was such fun gathering these stories. Enjoy while you can.
So, you think you’ve got housekeeping problems? Wait till you hear this. Not that I should talk but, yesterday I saw someone whose has a messier home than me. Just outside our kitchen window a small spider erected a very nice web and has had some luck catching an errant fly or two. She has had a humble existence and by small spider standards wasn’t doing too bad. At least that’s how it was till just the other day when fall came and, the winds started to blow. Somewhere nearby there must be a patch of ragweed or something like it. This time of year such plants release their seeds in a way similar to dandelions. They use a kind of kite and parachute type of flying seed. So, from somewhere nearby, all these seeds released at once and, off they flew, right into that poor spiders web near our window. Webs are sticky and, these seeds like to cling to whatever they land on. Long story short that spiders web has gotten real fuzzy. Now, the web looks like it’s made out of pipe cleaners. It’s actually kind of pretty to look at. At night, it’s dark outside and the light from the kitchen shines on it making the web sort of glow in the dark and look like some kind of Halloween window decoration. Of course the spider isn’t very happy, I saw her trying to pick the seeds off a short strand of web. It was more than her little brain could handle. Looks like she’s moved on.
Whoa, momma! I was just walking Millie out in the side yard. While she was poking around trying to find the exact right spot, I was noticing that last nights rain knocked down quite a few leaves off the trees surrounding our house. Most of the summer, pretty much all we see here is a thick wall of green. The river behind the bungalow is only thirty feet away but, in the summer months, about all you can do is listen to it. You certainly cant see very much of it. So, I spent a bit of time just slowly turning around like a human periscope seeing if much of the far away sights have changed over the past few months.
Yes, there’s a lot of bad things happening in the world. There’s stinkers everywhere. But, there’s also many, many, wonderful folks out there doing such great things for so many less fortunate people. In this episode, Pop Pop remembers and tells all about the god folks he’s run across. Hopefully, this episode will set you to remembering the good people you’ve seen in action too. Forward ho!!!!
Back when movies we’re just invented, Pop Pop used to go a lot with his hoodlum friends. Return with him now to those thrilling days of yesteryear. You’ll only need a quarter to get in, a dime for popcorn, and, a nickel for a soda. Just don’t throw licorice at the screen. The lady who owns the theater goes nut when you do that and she might throw us out.
We all had chores back in the day. Not too many people had butlers and maids sitting around the house. Well, actually, they did. They were called kids. In this episode Pop Pop recalls his daily grind back in the day. Watch out for the demon in the coal bin and the weir wolf behind the garbage can. Get busy and check this one out.
One of life’s simple pleasures passed me by the other evening. I’m really bummed and don’t know what to do. I noticed my misfortune as I pulled into the driveway last Saturday night when I got back from the Chatterbox. I realized then and there that a great moment passed me by. This was a moment and event that I had been anticipating for weeks and, it’s gone. Yes, gone forever and, there’s nothing I can do. For weeks I’ve been waiting to see my odometer hit 88888 and I missed it. It went right by me somewhere between Newton and Hackettstown. It probably happened when I was keeping an eye peeled for a convenience store that sold those pre made ice cream cones I love so much. There was one stretch of road full of deer running from out of nowhere. I had to be a bit more vigilant. Then, again, at my age I might have just forgot. I know that I had made a mental note on my way up to the Chatterbox that morning, to be especially aware.. I figured the number would hit on the return trip back home. Darn, where’s a post-it when you need one. That only thing I can do, is back up fourteen miles. Don’t laugh. I’m thinking about it. Gosh, it’s 11,097 miles to 99999. Hope I don’t miss it. Darn!!!!
The other night I was broadcasting from the Chatterbox patio. The final Wanderers Cruise Night of the season was ramping down. A few people were at the outside tables but, most everyone was in the main dining room knocking down cheeseburgers and fries. I was playing a few of the quieter oldies at the time like the Duprees, or Flamingoes. It was a perfect time to be playing In the Still of the Night. The Chatterbox sits in a long flat valley that stretches from the northwest to the southeast. Low Jersey mountains rise on both sides of flat farm fields. It presents a pretty view anytime but, I like it especially at night. It reminds me of south east Ohio where I went to college. Railroads ran down the Ohio valleys and my friends and I used to walk the lines at night under the moon. Railroads once ran through the Chatterbox’s valley but they’re gone now.
A little girl and her mom rolled by me in the dairy aisle. They seemed to be buying party stuff. They were getting whipped cream and that kind of thing. I figured with the way they were talking that a birthday was coming up. “So, who’s having a birthday?” I asked. The little girl raised her hand. “Me!!! I’m gong to be six in two days now!!!” I answered back. “Six huh? I’ll bet you’re going to be eight. You’re a lot older than six.” “Nuh huh!!!! I’m going to be six” she giggled.