THE FRIDAY FUNNIES

Hey there all you Gentle Readers in Europe and Asia and OZ (hello, Meggie), aren't you amazed?

The Friday Funnies are actually arriving on Friday.

As for you folks in The States (and other sites in the Western Hemisphere) there's this:

And if enforced self isolation has you confused, there is a solution to remembering what day it is.

And don't despair, think of the future.

And there's this.

Okay, I know you've been waiting.

Let's get on with the humor.

You knew I couldn't resist a pun, didn't you?

Okay, that's it folks.

I hope you're obeying instructions, keeping distant from others, staying home, washing your hands, drinking tons of . . oops . . forget that last one.

Or not.

At any rate, stay safe and stay well and always remember to keep laughing.

Here, kitty-kitty . . .

ThrowBack Thursday

It's time once again to jump into the Wayback Machine and see what we can find.

This time it took me back to the 1980's when Judy and I were living in Guadalajara, Mexico.

We had gone down to the Pacific Coast, to La Manzanilla on Tenacatita Bay, for a few days at a beach cottage.

At that time, the town was a v-e-r-y sleepy little fishing village.

One day as I was strolling on the beach I noticed a huge flock of birds over the water not far from shore.

Then I saw the fishing boats in a half circle and then saw the big net they were hauling through the water beneath the birds and heading for shore.

They had caught up with a school of fish and were slowly bringing it in.

When they got close to the beach everyone from the town . . young and old men and women and small children . . waded into the water and began grabbing the fish and throwing them into a panga (a rudimentary fishing boat).

In moments, the boat was filled to overflowing with fish.

I had never seen anything like this and was amazed.

There was a big icehouse a bit away from the beach and it would soon be full of fish waiting for the buyer, who would probably come from Manzanillo, about an hour further south.

But for the time, everyone in town would share in this motherlode for their meals.

Even I was allowed to buy a fine red snapper from one of the young men who filleted it for me right there on the beach.

That was a mighty tasty fish, grilled that very day.

It is one of many happy memories culled from our Mexico Days.