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A few years back the Missouri State Bird, the eastern bluebird (Sialia sialis), started showing up in our yard regularly. It was not very long after that when Senora began talking about desiring a pair of bluebird houses. After listening to her dream for a spell I did an internet search for Continue reading “Señora’s Bluebird House”
An article popped up in my news feed this morning, Two St. Louis pizza parlors make ‘Eat This’ top 10 list. The article linked to an article on Eathis.com, 10 Iconic Pizza Restaurants That Still Serve Old-Fashioned Pies
The original article cited EatThis.com as saying
“Eat This, Not That writer Carly Terzigni calls St. Louis, “One of the pizza capitals of the United States.” She features Imo’s and Pizza A-Go-Go on her list, 10 Iconic Pizza Restaurants That Still Serve Old-Fashioned Pies.”
It was more than a little interesting to me as I had just posted this article on Curmudgeon-Alley.com, Iconic St. Louis Foods. In it I gave my considered opinion on how really awful St. Louis style pizza is.
Sorry, you are still not going to get me to eat Imo’s Pizza, even if a national website praises it, IMHO, it is totally unappetizing. Yeah, they probably sell a lot of pizza around here, but St. Louis is the last place in North America I would call one of the pizza capitals of the United States. But then opinions are like a***, everyone has one.
And so it goes.
That is homophone, not homophobe, you silly goose.
On the off chance that you do not know what a homophone is and did not parse out the Greek – homo meaning same, phone meaning voice or utterance – here is the dictionary definition:
One of two or more words pronounced alike but different in meaning or derivation or spelling (such as the words to, too, and two)
Common examples of homophones include:
I do not recall having an issue with homophones in Continue reading “Homophone Challenged”
Yesterday turned out nicer than they had prognosticated, still a little chilly, definitely a little windy, but no rain. I decided at the last minute that I would take advantage of the day and play some golf. Not being nice enough for Lil Blu, I threw my golf clubs into my pick-em-up truck and headed off to the course. I ended up playing by myself which was okay. I don’t always enjoy my own company, but most of time I find it reasonably acceptable which is more than most folks find my society.
Being early in the golfing season, having done a fair amount of yard work Tuesday, I was a little rusty and more than a little stiff. I struggled a bit on the front side, but my game started to come around towards the end of that nine. I arrived at the twelfth hole after going bogey, bogey, par, par on the last four holes. That is good for me. The twelfth hole is Continue reading “Almost an Ace?”
It only took the freak’n government – well, Medicare – three, count ém… 1… 2… 3… years to find the ‘i’ that they lost. Perhaps if it had been a capital ‘I’ they could have done it in two years.
For reasons completely unknown to either one of us, Señora’s last name became misspelled in the Medicare system when she became Medicare eligible. Somehow it went from Weinhaus to Wenhaus. It was correct in the Social Security’s system, but wrong in Medicare.
No biggie, right? Wrong. This has caused claims from doctors, hospitals, laboratories, etc. to be Continue reading “After 3 Years – Medicare Success”
If you have ever studied any human anatomy, you will know we are pretty much the same under the hood. However, there are a multitude of recorded variations and abnormalities from the standard model. I once had a physician, a D.O., who would frequently give shots and draw blood himself. He called the veins in the antecubital fossa – the area where they normally draw blood – in one of my arms, alien veins. He went on to state that only about five percent of the population had my particular venous configuration. Heaven forbid I should adhere to a convention like bilateral symmetry.
Several years ago I was in a doctor’s office and they needed Continue reading “3rd Time is the Charm “
This was an easy book to read. This was a hard book to read.
It was an easy book to read as it was well written. The first part of the book started off a little slow for me, but persevere, it picks up quickly. After reading the whole book those initial chapters almost seem written in a different style. Perhaps that was intentional. Once I got into the meat of the memoir I found it to be a real page turner. It was an easy book to read as there was Continue reading “I Want To Live by Helen Imagene (Jean) Jones Felfe”
When I moved back to Oklahoma from Rhode Island I went to work for Coburn Optical. Their main line of business is the manufacturing of the machines that other companies use to modify lenses to mount in eye glasses. They also have a division that takes orders to modify and mount lenses. I was young, still working on my education, and my work experience had been in restaurants, factories and warehouses. I was a warehouseman there. I worked there from 1973 to 1976, leaving to move to Oklahoma City to pursue my educational goals.
My father had left his position with Kaman Aerospace and moved back to Muskogee, OK where my mother had been living for a while. Looking around for a job he found one with Coburn and started there shortly after I left. He moved up rapidly and after a while was managing the division that prepared lenses for other companies. Part of his responsibilities involved making Continue reading “The Year I Almost Went to The Masters”
Señora and I went for a short stay a Pere Marquette Lodge to celebrate the February triplet of her birthday, Valentine’s Day and the anniversary of when we met, all happening within five days of each other.
Dr. Frankenstein’s Most Current Operation
For reasons inexplicable, early in this couple’s fiesta I related to Señora a behavior my ex developed late in Continue reading “Just call me Dr. Frankenstein”
I originally published the article below in 2014, and since it is about to be the first of the year, I thought that it would be a good time to revisit it. One thing that has changed is that instead of Señora doing the cooking on New Year’s Day, it is yours truly. And just for the record my collard greens are to die for… if I say so myself.
I performed this tradition when I was single, but then it consisted of the opening up a can of black-eye peas and a package of frozen turnip greens and Continue reading “A Southern, Jewish Tradition – Revisited”