Well had a buddy send me these photos the other day and figured it would bring back a few memories of years gone by, for some of you too.  First one is the old A & W Restaurant, where you drove in and they came out to serve you.  The second needs no explaining, as many a nights us older folks seen this before retiring for bed. Click On Pictures To Enlarge.  Enjoy!

Thought you might like this add I came upon in the paper the other day.   Bit of humor for ya.

FOR SALE BY OWNER.
Complete set of Encyclopaedia Britannica, 45 volumes.
Excellent condition. No longer needed.
Got married last month. Wife knows everything.

For a few years now folks have come up to me and asked for some tips on how he or she could get into writing.  Well thinking about that I decided to put down a few words here on how I do it.  Hope this helps.

1. Do not wait until you have gathered all your material to begin writing. Once you have some idea of your topic, you should start writing.
2. Do not avoid writing something down for fear of having to change it later. When you have an idea, you should write it down even if it is out of place. With modern word processor technology, changes can be made quickly and easily.
3. After you have begun writing, do not stop. That way, you won’t lose your train of thought.
4. If you become mired on a particular part, reread your previous several pages to see if you can use continuity of thought to push you past your difficulty.
5. Always be on the lookout for ideas, facts, or words that may make a good beginning to a new section or chapter of your writing.
6. Often an opening paragraph will, upon rereading, seem alien to that which follows it. Such an occurrence is no cause for great concern and can be remedied through rephrasing or removal.
7. You should know your preferences and peculiarities regarding the mechanics of composition, whether you prefer to write a draft in pen first and then type it or how you like your books and notes positioned. Other important factors may include lighting, posture, and clothing. By indulging yourself with these seeming trivialities, you will have no excuse to put off your task, and the future presence of these factors will elicit good working habits.  The most important of all things would be.   Just Be Yourself.  If you are to be a writer or poet of words, it will happen, believe me.  Happy New Year.

I changed the day from Sunday to Clouday as there isn’t one bit of sun in the sky in our neck of the woods.

Had an old friend of mine send me this bit of humour, some have probably read it before but for those that haven’t here ya go.

An old prospector shuffled into town  leading an old tired mule.
The old man headed straight  for the only saloon in town to clear his parched throat.
He walked up to the saloon and tied his old mule to the hitch rail.
As he stood there brushing some of the dust from his face and clothes, a young gunslinger stepped out of the saloon with a gun in one hand and a bottle of whiskey in the  other.
The young gunslinger looked at the old man and laughed, saying, ‘Hey oldman, have you ever danced?’
The old man looked up at the gunslinger and said, ‘No, I never did dance, — just never  wanted to.’
A crowd had gathered quickly and the gunslinger grinned and said, ‘Well, you old fool, you’re gonna’ dance now,’ and started shooting at the old man’s feet.
The old prospector in order to not get  a toe blown off or his boots perforated was soon hopping around like a flea on a hot skillet and everybody was laughing fit to be tied.
When the last bullet had been fired the young gunslinger, still laughing,holstered his gun and turned around to go back into the saloon.
The old man turned to his pack mule, pulled out a double barreled shotgun, and cocked both hammers back. The loud, audible double clicks carried clearly through the desert  air.
The crowd stopped laughing immediately. The young gunslinger heard the sounds too,
And he turned around very slowly. The quiet was almost deafening.
The crowd watched as the young gunman stared at the old timer and the  large gaping  holes of those twin barrels.
He found it hard to swallow. The barrels of the shotgun never wavered in the old man’s hands.
The old man said, ‘Son, did you ever kiss a mule’s behind?’
The boy bully swallowed hard and said,   ‘No. But I’ve always wanted to.’

There are two lessons for us all:

1. Don’t waste ammunition.

2. Don’t mess with old people.