When we were at the Museum in New Market, Iowa on the weekend before the 4th of July, I discovered a book on a friend -- Rodger Long. I remembered him as the driver for the "Dead Truck" and he visited our place west of Clarinda many times in the 70's and 80's to pick up dead sheep, hogs, or cattle. He was Dad of Rodney and Charlie Long, both of whom worked for us at the Grain Elevator in Coin for many years. I had not remembered that he had been a prisoner of war during World War II. Hopefully, when you click on the photos they will be large enough that you can read it.
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We had the 4 band members from the Netherlands stay with us during the Glenn Miller Festival in early June and I posted some photos then. One of the men sent a thank-you e-mail and attached several photos he took. These had myself and Phyllis in the photos more so than in my own photos. Will post them here:
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GROANER’S CORNER:(( An elderly gentleman of 85 feared his wife was getting hard of hearing. So one day he called her doctor to make an appointment to have her hearing checked. The Doctor made an appointment for a hearing test in two weeks, and meanwhile there's a simple informal test the husband could do to give the doctor some idea of the state of her problem.
"Here's what you do," said the doctor, "start out about 40 feet away from her, and in a normal conversational speaking tone see if she hears you. If not, go to 30 feet, then 20 feet, and so on until you get a response." That evening, the wife is in the kitchen cooking dinner, and he's in the living room. He says to himself, "I'm about 40 feet away, let's see what happens." Then in a normal tone he asks, "Honey, what's for supper?" No response. So the husband moved to the other end of the room, about 30 feet from his wife and repeats, "Honey, what's for supper?" Still no response. Next he moves into the dining room where he is about 20 feet from his wife and asks, "Honey, what's for supper?" Again he gets no response. So he walks up to the kitchen door, only 10 feet away. "Honey, what's for supper?" Again there is no response. So he walks right up behind her. "Honey, what's for supper?"
"Damn it Earl, for the fifth time, CHICKEN!"
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Knock Knock
Who's there?
Datsun!
Datsun who?
Datsun old joke!
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More later, Lynn
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