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It was 1972. My grandfather and I were traveling through Manhattan because we needed to go in for him to get something at work. He was an engineer for WABC-TV7 and I would often go with him if we went on the weekend. We passed a large construction site. I remember him smiling as he looked at the heavy machinery and up towards the clear sky.
"Kid," he grinned, "when this is done, these building are so advanced that they will easily be standing here 100 years from now!"
Oh, grandpa, if you only knew about 30 years later.
That, my friends is the sound made when one of my jokes falls flat. A few people were not impressed with my previous blog-comment about t shirts.
Oh well.
But please remember that I frequently say that you can find better stuff written on license plate frames, than what I write.
Sweetie and I will be incommunicado after the mid week to the beginning of September because of travel plans. Wishing all of you a wonderful rest of the summer.
The term "T-Shirt" is actually short for Tyrannosaurus Shirt.
Why? It's because of the small arms.
Watching everyone celebrate Friday, and you are trying to recall what day of the week it is.
Missy and I are just about done with getting her joke selections done for her presentation next week.
However, she came up with a late entry that was not on the original list (see chapter 35 in Privy Report 2).
Q: How many skunks does it take to stink up the neighborhood?
A: Just a phew.
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