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Flashback Friday


This is a re-post of March 23, 2012

Today is a mish-mash of things.  First off, a couple of newspaper clippings that I have.  The first two are oldies from Marj who clipped them when something made her laugh.



Marj had a fistful of things she cut out of the paper.  Here are just a couple.  One of these days I'll find the others.  Some are really hilarious.


OK, now wait for it, wait for it..........get it? 


Ahem.  I said I would explain some of last weeks' high school pictures, so here we have another, and hopefully, final word on that little matter.  Uh, no, I think it deserves its own day.  So this will whet your appetite and I'll sate it in a few days.    



This is a fairly recent debate in Indiana. 


Michael giving me a kiss a few years ago.




Railroad Days Car Show article from 2003.  That's me on the right.  For a few years when Keith Nyman (L) was president of the Western Illinois Antique Auto Club,  he and I did the running for the Railroad Days Car Show.  It was a bit of work, but rewarding as well.  



I have posted this before, but am showing it again as I have begun to jog again in the mornings.  I had to give it up because of my knee, but it seems to have healed a bit so until it starts up again I'll do my 1.2 miles.  Also, since we have a personal trainer in the family, I'm getting free use of a gym as payment, I suppose, for watching Norah three times a week.    This picture is after a 5K I ran during Rhubarb Days in Aledo.  Don't know what I finished but I did it, damn it.  I then ran another one for AIDS Awareness at Carl Sandburg College with my buddy Stewart.

  



My 65 Ford Galaxie 'vert in the Aledo High School Homecoming Parade.  That's wombie Mark in the back, Nancy and Roger Murphy holding the bucket.  I have dreams of another old car and a dog.   



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