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Splish Splash
My older brother Wayne and I were in the Boy Scouts. One time, we went camping and he had bought himself an air mattress just for the trip. Now, understand that my brother did not like to share. He bragged and rubbed it in my face about how he was going to be sooooooo comfortable.…
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A True Blessing
My grandpa Riga had Alzheimer’s toward the end of his life. My aunt Rita was a good and dutiful daughter who visited him every day and ensured he received the best medical care. One day, he was told that that his son was finally coming to visit. Suddenly, he perked up and exclaimed Oh my…
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Double Yellow
One day I went over my grandma Seiler’s house and found her upset over something. I asked for details and she told me she got a ticket for speeding and crossing the double yellow lines. According to her, it was total bullsheet. Now, understand that my grandma was in poor health and had a seriously…
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Poor or Broke
hen I was a kid, I saw a poor man in a sorry state walking on the street and laughed. My grandpa Riga chastised me and asked how I knew he was poor and not just another man who had no money? I asked him what’s the difference? He said In 5 years, a man…
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Peanut Butter and Jelly
Many ages ago, when I was in the Army we were constantly sent out in the field for training maneuvers. We were required to eat a hot meal everyday. I had to drive an hour to the other side of the base just to pick it up. I decided that was inefficient and was not…
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Cowboys and Indians
When I was a kid, my friend Jimmy H. and I decided to play cowboys and Indians. We found a toy pistol, a bow, but no arrows. Jimmy said that his brother had some arrows in a locked cabinet in the basement. Fortunately, he knew where the key was. After an hour of shooting razor…