I was cleaning out a corner in what has been my home office for the last 25 years.?ÿ To make a long story short there's an L-shaped desk with a spot for the old CRT monitor in the corner.?ÿ I've kept a pile of misc. books there for the last 10 years since I had a CRT monitor.?ÿ The desk goes all the way to floor and leaves an approx. 3/4 in. space between the wall and the desk.?ÿ I recently had to move the desk and (yuck) actually clean something.
The 3/4" time-capsule space yielded nothing but a few paper clips, rotted rubber bands, a couple of old pencils...and one orange topo-sized field book.?ÿ This didn't surprise me because the field books are six feet up on the wall from there on a shelf.
I flipped through it and realized it was a book a crew had grabbed for recording their time and gas purchases.?ÿ It was full or time and mileage except for a bench loop labeled "89th. St." and nothing else.?ÿ
I started to put it up with the rest of the books but then thought there was absolutely nothing in the book that I need.?ÿ I did the unthinkable and tossed it in the trash can.
Tuesday I will probably get a phone call asking about some BM info on 89th. St., where ever that was at.... ;)?ÿ
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I thought I felt a rip in the force.
Sacrilege!!!!!!!!
Say 400 Hail Mary's and 50 Our Father's no matter whether you understand what that means or not. Plus 365 push ups.
A more applicable penance would be A) to read Cooley to every new surveyor in the area, and B) to make arrangements now for the perpetuation of the remaining books when such time as he is no longer in business.
Sacrilege!!!!!!!!
Say 400 Hail Mary's and 50 Our Father's no matter whether you understand what that means or not. Plus 365 push ups.
The Hail Mary's and Our Fathers are most likely known by Paden. And with my extensive knowledge of Parochial Prision I have an "approved" shortcut method of disposing with that penance stuff post haste. Now addressing the push ups. How is he supposed to push 365 ups trucks? Can he do it during the holiday rush season, can he use his new Jeep? His Historical narratives provide the fictional/nonfictional resplendence we have all come to admire. So stop rockin' the boat.
Field Books be damned all ahead with digital everything.
I'm not a member of the group doing the Hail Mary and Our Father punishment but my wife grew up fearing such threasts, so I hear it from her.
She was telling me today of a question on Family Feud that had the audience laughing. As I understand it, the question was: You are in your bedroom and engaged in sex: Who would you least want to have walk through the door at that moment?
Number one answer was your parents.
Number two answer was your kids.
Number three answer was your ex.
Number four answer was your spouse.
I'm thinking number four should have been number one. That could be a VERY expensive encounter. Or, painful in other ways.
I grew up in a parochial neighborhood only a couple of blocks from the school at Our Lady of Perpetual Guilt. Among my catholic friends I was the shiznit of the 'hood because I got to ride a regular school bus. And my teachers wore regular clothes. But I picked up a good deal of catechism at an early age through osmosis. There were a few Baptists sprinkled through the 'hood with no kids...and one spirit filled Pentecostal preacher and his family. We were Congregationalists...which we jokingly referred to as "any ol' church will do". There were about a dozen kids my age and with all the different flavors of Christian faith we had created among us a pretty scary vision of hell.
************** Joke No. 107 (stop me if you've heard it) ***********
My first wife and I were in bed one night enjoying marital congress. I heard a car door slam outside and I was up with one leg in my trousers before I realized I was in my own home.
But the worst thing about it was when the car door slammed my wife blurted out "Oh my gawd, it's my husband!"
.. dammit
I thought that you had finished the first 4 chapters of the Epic "PC...A life surveyed and explored"
as always enjoy the hell out of the stories you always keep spooling out...The Grand Raconteur!
