Wisdom and whimsy in moderate doses
An e-mail from my grandfather today: Erica I mailed you something today and I’m really anxious to see what your response is when you get it. Grandad I love surprises! I hope it’s not something that I have to feed … The other e-mail from him today: To all my internet friends I am going… Continue reading Surprise?
The FBI knocked on my door today. OK, he didn’t so much knock as call and set up an appointment. And even then, he couldn’t get into the building until I let him in. (OK, he was with the FBI. I’m sure he could have gained access to the building if he really wanted to.)… Continue reading There’s a G-man in the dining room
Almost two weeks ago when Mom and I were in north-central Missouri, my mother and her siblings came across several photos in the course of attempting to go through some of my grandmother’s stuff. The photos were thrown in a shoe box — one of the things they were going to deliberate and go through… Continue reading Picture perfect? Not quite.
I was bribed into going to Jamesport with my mother over the weekend. Bribed with a gooseberry pie. Evidently the gooseberry is not well known. It’s a fruit — small, round, about the size of a marble, the color of a white grape and tart. Eating raw gooseberries is kind of like eating raw lemons… Continue reading Gooseberry bribery usually works