Just li'l ol' me.
I’m a measly peasly 64, but I sure miss Pogo.
Reminds me of a joke I heard about a fellow who kept buying a newspaper, scanning the front page, and putting it back down on the counter. Seller, curious, finally asked what he was looking for. “An obituary.” “But obituaries aren’t on the front page!” “The one I’m looking for would be!”
I know that feeling of looking for an obituary the world would not be sorry to see.
When my daddy was in grade school, he had one pair of overalls to wear to school every day, and his step-mother would wash them in the bathtub at night and hang them up to dry so he could wear them again in the morning. That would have been in the 1930s in the South of the US.
That was my first thought, exactly.
That’s Twain’s little essay, you’ll understand!
Why didn’t it work?
What Stumped the Bluejays
That reminds me of the Twain story about the blue jay, the acorns, and the knothole in the roof.
Work is a repository for cracked and stained coffee mugs and teacups because then it won’t matter if they get destroyed, lost, or stolen, and they are less desirable TO be stolen…
You’d have to replace every single person’s cracked, stained mugs at home before good ones were to be found at the office.
Or just flat out gathered up all the rejects, gave them to Goodwill, and replaced them.
Then again, those would wind up being, uh, Twainishly “liberated” from where they are.
Uh, when WAS anything simple?
Fortunately I have two of them; but you’re right, I believe the price to replace one on my 2011 Miata would be approximately $250, if not more.
I guard it with my strongest memory, and only keep it in my purse, or in my pocket, as far as possible.
But, boy, am I glad not to have a television, video cassette recorder, etc. etc. etc. that might need a remote!!! I only kind of sort of miss them when I wish I could watch the latest Miyazaki or Pixar movie.