As I sat down Friday ….

As I sat down Friday evening to start this column I looked and it was raining. A few minutes later I looked up to see the sun shining, and minutes later, a rainbow. Is this my lucky day or isn’t it?

Jackie and Bob should be home by the time you read this. I suggested they bring jackets, as it is only predicted to be in the mid to high 70s. I did see Florida was having some high 80s and low 90s. Hope it isn’t too much of a shock.

Yesterday arrived and it was my planned trip to Loyal. Sue was coming up to go to the bank and change some of Shelly’s stuff since she is now her guardian. So I coaxed her into coming to get me so I could actually see the billboard in place. It was great and I found out when I got back the girl sitting with me in the photo is Michelle, and I even got to meet her.

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Sunday while waiting for the golf to start in the afternoon, I just happened to turn on RFD-TV. I don’t recall the program, but it showed someone lifting weights. Just seemed like a good way to throw your back out, and how about the danger of the weight falling on your foot?

The other activity was bareback bull riding. I thought it took one rider almost 10 minutes just to get settled on the bull and in one case he went flying even before he and the bull were out of the gate. They do wear helmets now instead of cowboy hats, but somehow watching the guy get up and limp away made me wonder if he wasn’t a little nuts.

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Ken Voss was in the other day and he was wondering how I can remember all the things I write about. I said I wasn’t sure, but had a brother who could remember stuff. He was always able to connect it to something else that had happened.

I got the shock of my life later in the day. A card from Patti Rinka came with a picture of a robin on it. When I put it up on my windowsill, an old radio show came to mind. It was WCCO in Minneapolis, and I heard this one when I was getting ready to leave home to catch the school bus one morning.

A man by the name of Clellan Card worked at the station early in the morning and played records and told the time. Then he got the idea of adding a little humor. So at 7 o’clock he would begin by saying, “Birdie with the yellow bill, hopped upon my windowsill and said …” The only one I remember was, “What’s the matter with your baby . . . . . . buggy?”

At the time Northrup, King & Co.’s was offering a joke book for a dime. I don’t know who ordered it, but I’m the last in the family so I guess I own it now.

It is not a big book, but there are some 40 pages. All sent in to Clellan Card, who some weeks received over 5,000 jokes. Needless to say they just continued on — Roger: Do you think some day radio might replace the newspaper?

Storekeeper: I doubt it. You can’t swat a fly with a radio.

A doctor had an urgent call from a gentleman who said his small son had swallowed his fountain pen.

“All right; I’ll come right away. What are you doing in the meantime?”

Came the answer, “Using a pencil.” Pat: How much do you charge for a funeral notice in your paper?

Editor: Fifty cents an inch. Pat: Good heavens. My brother was 6 feet tall.

A young lady who had never seen a game of baseball attended one with her escort.

“Isn’t that pitcher grand? He hits their bats no matter how they hold them.”

Cutie: Would you kiss me even if I told you not to?

Young man: I sure would. Cutie: Oh goody; now I can mind my mama.

Shopper: Can I stick this wallpaper on myself ?

Store clerk: Yes, sir, but it would look better on the wall.

A bathing suit is a garment with no hooks, but plenty of eyes.

“Do you know what good fun is?” “No, what good is it?”

Jack: This liniment makes my arm smart.

Jill: Why not rub some on your head? Betty: Why do you call the new girl Postscript?

Billy: Her name is Adaline Moore.

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And this is no joke. On Sunday the 14th, say “happy birthday” to Milt Knack. He’ll be 93 and I’m trying to catch up.