JUST SOME POSTS

I just got back from taking Bailey to school. I was looking at the kids and was wondering some things. When (and WHY??) did it become fashionable or "in" to wear pants that are big enough for three people and a small animal? I do not understand. I am smart enough to realize that every generation has to do something to "distinguish" itself and irritate it's parents generation, but....huge clothes? Most of the guys have to keep one hand on the pants to keep them from falling down. How tough is that? In my day, a lot of skirmishes would occur. How much of a fight can one put up with his pants at his ankles? Oh well, another sign of aging.

"Lemme git a taste o dat." If I had a dime for every time I heard that one. Sure, living in the rail yard was hard. But as a kid I didn't know any better. I thought every boy had sixteen Uncle Jess's living with him in an abandoned rail car. We didn't eat that badly, and when a fruit car was on the siding for the night - HELLO PINEAPPLES! I remember once a car from Washington state was there; MAN - can you say Fuji-licious. We ate apples until we were sick and had apples every meal for a week or more. Do slugs beg from snails? When I was older, we moved to a farm in Ohio. We raised lab animals. (you know, white rats, mice, rhesus monkeys, pigs, etc) I particularly enjoyed the rabbits. Those pink eyes and that twitching nose, and what a stew! The poop throwing competitions with the monkeys would sometimes get out of hand, but a quick shot with a stick would show them the primate on top. Would a dog's business card be pee'd on? My first job was at a tax