Monthly Archives: December 2016
At the end of my drive stands a mailbox; it is not a long walk, about 100 yards. The mailman comes around 11:00, so I make the trek before lunch. Often my grandson accompanies me on my journey. At first a babe in arms, then he grew, as boys are want to do, and rode in the wagon. He continued to grow, and his tractor fit the bill, but yesterday – well yesterday was different. It was time for him…..
(North Pole) – Santa announced this morning that he would reuse his 2015 Naughty and Nice List. Mr. Claus explained that revisions necessitated by the recent elections are unprecedented. To prevent mass Elf unemployment and a severe paper shortage, he did not update the list. Mrs. Claus said, “In keeping with the season, my husband will overlook the actions of both political parties this year.” An unnamed elf indicated that they are considering a digital conversion. Mr. Claus concluded,…..
My ’65 Malibu sprang to life; its 350 horses rumbling under the hood. With a throaty roar, tires spun, snow flew, but no movement. Gritting my teeth I shifted into reverse, again the engine roared, again nothing. “Dang, it,” I muttered pounding the steering wheel. I knew better, but I was having a bad day, and this snowstorm was the last thing I needed. When it started yesterday, I was thrilled, snow, beautiful snow. Rose-Hulman turned into a winter wonderland……
In the flickering light of the theater, were three eager faces, transfixed, mesmerized by the screen; cradled in each lap, a priceless treasure – a drink, popcorn, candy. Perched on Daddy’s lap the two-year-old carefully, reverently, poked her treasure through an ear-to-ear grin. Yep, hooked she was, by her first real movie. Midway through the story, with her popcorn and drink gone, Denali grew restless. Perhaps the movie dragged, maybe she was tired; regardless the toddler’s attention strayed. Then she…..
Twenty-five eager faces stared at their laptops. Twenty-five fidgeting third graders stared at their laptops. Twenty-five sat waiting, waiting – waiting, – waiting, – still waiting. “Teacher, my computer won’t log on,” student after student exclaims. “Joe, we can’t log on,” the teacher reports. “I’ll get to you as soon as I can, the fifth grade is down too,” Joe, from IT sighs. Forty minutes into the allotted test time, Joe finally gets everyone logged in. “Maybe,” the teacher mumbles…..
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