Private J. Rich ...

I always thought that blogging would help me express whatever I was feeling, but the more I think about it, the more I feel like a great episode of M*A*S*H, Point of View.  Funny how someone who can't say anything, can be the more observant.  Anyway, when it comes to a blog, I feel like Private Rich in the closing moments:  "Don't know what to say!"

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I dont like the new blogger format, but what else is new?  Apparently not much.  I think I am done with the blogging fad.  Nobody really cares what I say anyway!

Signs of the Ag(ing)

For some reason I have just felt really old lately. It could be perhaps due to being half my life out of high school, or that no Bible quizzer was born when our team won nationals, or the increasing gray hairs.  Who knows?

I have a clue, or two.

Clue 1: A few days ago at work I complimented a customer on the politeness of her son.  Am I already turning into a grandpa, or was it a relief to see a child  in my workplace with actual manners and a parent who enforces them, and my having to say something?

Clue 2: I walked around for an hour at the cemetery looking for my grandparents' graves.  I went to information thereafter and received directions, and still couldn't find the plots. It turns out I was 20 feet from them when I first began an hour or so before.

Huh? What?

I’m of the era of the card catalog, so I’m totally lost in the library.

Okay, well, what are you looking for?

I need to send a fax.