So, I have a couple of hours of time after my SAPC meeting and before going to bed, so I’m going to start this next issue. Not sure when I’m going to FINISH this issue. So let’s see. It’s now Tuesday night, let’s see how it goes, shall we?

And I found out what the new text looks like on a published issue and…it is pretty bad. So… I guess all the text will now be in black and you’ll just have to figure out what’s me. Maybe I’ll put my writing in italics. Let’s see if that works.

Okay, it’s now Friday. and I’m SO far behind. It took me 3 hours JUST to get caught up on my emails. I gave a talk last night to the community on home preparedness. That went pretty well, but was a bit … different. It was a round table event with the SAPC (Substance Abuse Prevention Council) so the other 5 speakers were talking about substance abuse in one form or another and then … there was me. The other 5 speakers sat behind their table and gave their talks and answered questions and then … there was me. The first thing I did was stand up and apologize and tell everyone that in my job, I stood when I talked. When I was done, I was out from behind the table and in amongst the audience and talking to them as individuals, not as a group. Somehow I don’t think I was supposed to do that, but it was a lot of fun … for me, if not for anyone else.

I WANT ONE!!!!

I wonder if they were holding out for more and it fell through or they really didn’t want to sell?

Old man Willy Blumenfeld was getting on in years. His son, Harold, had done well financially in ladies’ underwear.

He asked his father if he’d like to go down to Miami Beach. He thought it would be good for the old man to have companionship and balmy weather as well in his declining years.

The old man was pleased but consented to go only if he could be at a Kosher hotel. And so Harold made reservations at the Sterling Hotel and put his father on a plane for Miami Beach.

His son phoned him once a week and everyone seemed happy. Some weeks later, Harold had to make a business trip south and decided to drop in on pop unannounced as a surprise.

When he got to the Sterling Hotel, there was no sign of old man Blumenfeld. 

He asked the desk clerk if he had any idea where his father might be and he was told he might try room 402 at the Sans Souci. Harold hopped into a cab and headed for the Sans Souci. He learned at the desk that room 402 was occupied by a Miss Peggy Murphy.

Harold rushed up to room 402, knocked at the door which was opened by a tall, sparsely dressed redhead.  And there was papa in a bathrobe! 

Harold was furious! Unable to contain himself, he screamed, “Papa, I’m so shocked I don’t know what to say! An old religious man like you! And you insisted yet you must stay at a Kosher hotel!”

The old man looked at him as if crazy and said, “So, what are you getting so excited for? 

I don’t eat here!”

I found this on line and it intrigued me. I never knew this information before today. So, I’m including it here to share with you guys to see what you think. I’m going to try it starting tonight to see what happens.

Q: My child will not eat fish. What can I

replace it with? 

A:  A Cat. Cats love fish.

There’s a way of transferring funds that is even faster than electronic banking. It’s called marriage.”

Q:  What do you call it when it rains chickens and ducks?

A:  Fowl weather.

HAVE YOU EVER NOTICED THAT A WOMAN’S “I’ll BE READY IN 5 MINUTES” AND A MAN’S “I’LL BE HOME IN 5 MINUTES” ARE EXACTLY THE SAME?

And that’s it for this one … at long last. Took a while to get through this one. And tomorrow, Saturday, when I get home from work, I’ll get started on the next one. At some point in time, I’ll get another day off. It will happen and it will disappear faster than my cigar smoke. So, until next time my dear friends, my love to you all.