I grew up being put in a high chair just like that. Mom didn’t have a seat belt… she simply tied me in with a dish towel. That was after I fell, hit the floor, and got knocked out. I’m 73 now. Still alive!
Mine is: Help me find my glasses.
I remember watching The Hit Parade on tv in my single digit years.
It’s 44 years for me. I still miss him.
Got my license on Oahu in sixty-something. Never got lost. 50 years later, showing my son where I grew up, I thought, “Who needs stinking GPS?” So lost trying to find the “blowhole.” Learned my lesson.
Yes. Second hand smoke killed my mom. Thanks a lot, Dad. (It got him 5 years later.)
Oh… now I need to find my Tarzan books. I just think of him as Tarzan’s son. Need to reread! Thanks.
Who is Korak, anyway? I don’t remember him from any of the books.
Bad move on their part, if they do. Too many paywalls around as it is. I’ll just start rereading my ERB books. They have better stories, anyway.
Gees, Nancy. Buy more forks so you don’t use them all each day. Bernice will put the forks where the unused ones are.