The last thing my father said to me last night as I was shutting off the light in his room:
"Be kind to us on your Web site."
"On the smooth, cream-colored page, in Ma’s fine handwriting, Laura read:
If wisdom’s ways you wisely seek,
Five things observe with care,
To whom you speak,
Of whom you speak,
And how, and when, and where"*
"They were not much to look at, he reflected, as the whip from the yardarm hoisted up their meager belongings: three or four were decidedly simple, and two others had that indefinable air of men of some parts whose cleverness sets them apart from their fellows, but not nearly so far as they imagine."**
The place I keep driving by and wishing I could post a picture of:
Drinkwine Mortuary, where I saw my first dead body, the summer after I turned sixteen and worked driving a florist’s delivery truck
What I got my oldest brother for his fiftieth birthday today:
I made him some oatmeal cookies
What my other brother got him:
A Joe Sakic Avalanche jersey and matching hat
What Jack got him:
A Fran Tarkenton throwback jersey from the 1975 Minnesota Vikings
What my parents are getting him:
A 2002 Ford Explorer
What’s the difference between a pregnant woman and a light bulb?
You can unscrew a light bulb.
*Laura Ingalls Wilder, Little Town on the Prairie
**Patrick O’Brian, Master and Commander