Makes sense to me!

POPEYE THE SAILOR MAN

• WHO KNEW?
  His real name was Frank “Rocky” Fiegel.
  He was born in 1868 in Poland and, as a child, immigrated to the United States with his parents, who settled down in a small town in Illinois. As a young man, Rocky went to sea. After a 20 year career as a sailor in the Merchant Marines, Fiegel retired.
  He was later hired by Wiebusch’s Tavern in the city of Chester, Illinois as a ‘Bouncer’ to maintain order in the rowdy bar.
  Rocky quickly developed a reputation for always being involved in fighting (and usually winning). As a result, he had a deformed eye (“Pop-eye”).
  He also ‘always’ smoked his pipe, so he always spoke out of one side of his mouth.
  In his spare time as a Bouncer, Rocky would entertain the customers by regaling them with exciting stories of adventures he claimed to have had over his career as a sailor crossing the ‘Seven Seas.’

The creator of Popeye, Elzie Crisler Segar, grew up in Chester and, as a young man, met Rocky at the tavern and would sit for hours listening to the old sailor’s amazing ‘sea stories.’
Years later, Segar became a cartoonist and developed a comic strip called ‘Thimble Theater.’
He honoured Fiegel by asking if he could model his new comic strip character, ‘Popeye the Sailor Man,’ after him. Naturally Fiegel was flattered and agreed.
Segar claimed that ‘Olive Oyl,’ along with other characters, was also loosely based on an actual person. She was Dora Paskel, owner of a small grocery store in Chester.
She apparently actually looked much like the Olive Oyl character in his comics.
He claimed she even dressed much the same way.
Through the years, Segar kept in touch with Rocky and always helped him with money; giving him a small percentage of what he earned from his ‘Popeye’ illustrations.
WHO didn’t love the cartoons??? We watched them religiously … so funny, so moral … each story had a good ending … wonder if kids these days even KNOW who Popeye is??? Who knew he was a real man??

Little Johnny watched his daddy’s car pass by the school playground and go into the woods. Curious, he followed the car and saw Daddy and Aunt Jane in a passionate embrace.

Little Johnny found this so exciting that he could hardly contain himself as he ran home and started to tell his mother. ‘Mummy, I was at the playground and I saw Daddy’s car go into the woods with Aunt Jane. I
went back to look, and he was giving Aunt Jane a big kiss, and then he helped her take off her shirt. Then Aunt Jane helped Daddy take his pants off, then Aunt Jane…’>

At this point, Mummy cut him off and said, ‘Johnny, this is such an interesting story, let’s save the rest of it for supper time. I want to see the look on Daddy’s face when you tell it tonight.’>

At the dinner table that evening, Mummy asked little Johnny To tell his story
Johnny started his story, ‘I was at the playground and I saw Daddy’s car go into the woods with Aunt Jane. I went back to look, and he was giving Aunt Jane a big kiss, then he helped her take off her shirt. Then Aunt Jane helped Daddy take his pants off, then Aunt Jane and Daddy started doing the same thing that Mummy and Uncle Bill used to do when Daddy was away on the oil rigs.’

Mummy fainted!

Moral:

Sometimes you need to just shut up and listen to the whole story before you interrupt!

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Good morning! Well … I have been thinking on what to say here this morning to all my friends that have gotten in touch with me over the years, liking my Blog and Podcasts. Then this song happened upon me. Sent to me by my cousin. So give it a listen, when you find a minute. Have a great Easter Weekend. GW

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We had a couple visitors drop by our bird feeder yesterday. They came back again this morning. Thought I would share. You don’t see them in our area much anymore, which is sad to see. But we do have two and maybe if we are lucky we will have more. And we will … if humans will leave them alone. Have a great day. GW

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A retired physician, Doctor Gordon Geezer, became very bored in retirement and decided to re-open a medical clinic.
He put a sign-up outside that said: “Dr. Geezer’s clinic. Get your treatment for $500 – if not cured, get back $1,000.”

Doctor Digger Young, who was positive that this old geezer didn’t know beans about medicine, thought this would be a great opportunity to get $1,000. So he went to Dr. Geezer’s clinic.
Dr. Young: “Dr. Geezer, I have lost all taste in my mouth. Can you please help me?”
Dr. Geezer: “Nurse, please bring medicine from box 22 and put 3 drops in Dr. Young’s mouth.”
Dr. Young: ‘Aaagh! — This is Gasoline!”
Dr. Geezer: “Congratulations!
You’ve got your taste back. That will be $500.”
Dr. Young gets annoyed and goes back after a couple of days figuring to recover his money.
Dr. Young: “I have lost my memory, I cannot remember anything.”
Dr. Geezer: “Nurse, please bring medicine from box 22 and put 3 drops in the patient’s mouth.”
Dr. Young: “Oh, no you don’t — that is Gasoline!”
Dr. Geezer: “Congratulations! You’ve got your memory back. That will be $500.”
Dr. Young (after having lost $1000) leaves angrily and comes back after several more days.
Dr. Young: “My eyesight has become weak — I can hardly see anything!”
Dr. Geezer: “Well, I don’t have any medicine for that so, “Here’s your $1000 back” (giving him a $10 bill).
Dr. Young: “But this is only $10!”
Dr. Geezer: “Congratulations! You got your vision back! That will be $500.”
Moral of story — Just because you’re “Young” doesn’t mean that you can outsmart an “old Geezer”
Remember: Don’t make old people mad. We don’t like being old in the first place, so it doesn’t take much to tick us off.
ENJOY YOUR DAY!!!
P.S. Written in large print for old Geezers

Now, before you read this, remember one thing. I don’t write this stuff, it was sent to me by someone else. I have to say though, that this feller has a good sense of humour, and is a great poet. I am also not sure if he is married, but I understand why he would like to remain anonymous, LOL.

I have a little GPS, it sits there in my car.
A GPS is a driver’s friend, it tells you where you are.
I have a little GPS, I’ve had it all my life.
It’s better than the normal ones because it is my wife.

It gives me full instructions, especially how to drive.
“It’s sixty miles an hour”, it says, “You’re doing sixty five”.
It tells me when to stop and start, and when to use the brake
And tells me that it’s never ever, safe to overtake.

It tells me when a light is red, and when it goes to green.
It seems to know instinctively, just when to intervene.
It sees the vehicles in front, and all those to the rear.
And taking this into account, it specifies “Too near”.

I’m sure no other driver, has so helpful a device.
When we leave and lock the car, it still gives me advice.
It fills me up with counselling, each journey’s pretty fraught.
So why don’t I exchange it, and get a quieter sort?

Ah well, you see, it cleans the house, makes sure I’m properly fed.
It washes all my shirts and things, and keeps me warm in bed!
Despite all these advantages, and my tendency to scoff,
I only wish that now and then, I could turn the darn thing off!

Hmm … maybe this is partially why our Hydro Rates are so high here in Ontario. Now, I’m just saying …..

You can read the whole article here: Hydro Rates

Brings back memories. Amazing, some would say, that we survived. We did though. No seat belts required.

I can identify with this old feller.

I Don’t Know About You, But I Like The Idea Of Women Taking Care of Their Men.

Hmm! I think that is how my lovely wife told me to write it.

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