A THANKS GIVING KIND OF DAY

Now that I have embarked on my 77th year as a resident of this planet I was thinking today of things I'm thankful for.

First and foremost for the many friends and family who sent Facebook and blog greetings and cards and phone calls yesterday, quite a few probably amazed to learn that I had reached my 76th birthday, still alive and not in prison.

Then I'm thankful for the state where I've made my home for 38 years, not entirely consecutively but longer than I've lived anywhere else.

I love the saguaros in our Great Sonoran Desert.

And I equally love the snow-capped San Francisco peaks near Flagstaff, seen here above the Red Rocks of the Sedona area.

And I'm thankful for Arizona wildflowers.

Of course I'm thankful for the love of my life, the Storied and Fabled Judy, aka SWMBO.

She's been my constant companion on this long, strange trip.

I'm thankful for our children and grand-children and GREAT-grand-children, too many to show you here.

And I'm thankful for some great friends who joined me a year ago to mark an even more important birthday.

And how about that? Everyone was smiling!

And, by the way, how could I NOT be thankful for the many great meals I've had courtesy of the mistress of the kitchen.

Oh, yeah, I've eaten well if not always gracefully.

And finally I'd like to say I'm thankful for my many blogger friends, like the some-times purple-haired Zhoen, who sent me this hilarious video yesterday.

Love it!

And thanks to you, my Gentle Readers.

ANOTHER MILESTONE (not millstone)

As I have been reminded many times this morning, I am now marking the beginning of my 76th* year on this planet.

Gadfrey!

I shouldn't complain, though.

Some of my friends are aging, too, and these shots are from A YEAR AGO!

It's curious but the older one gets the more birthday greetings one seems to get.

Ah well, I'll just settle down and see what SWMBO cooks up for my special dinner.

So, Gentle Readers, as I say every Friday, you just have to keep on laughing.

Now, where's that darned cat?

* - After I posted this, my friend (?) DK emailed me to point out that I am actually beginning my 77th year. She reminded me that my first year was completed when I became one year old. I feel so much better now. :^(

A SURE SIGN OF SPRING

The calendar says it's Spring.

Warmer temperatures say it's Spring.

The singing birds say it's Spring.

The budding and then leafing out of the trees say it's Spring.

Torrential rainstorms and tornadoes and sudden snow storms in the "other parts of the country" say it's Spring.

But here's a sure sign it's Spring.

When the big box stores like Home Depot and Lowe's put out pots of flowering plants, tempting you to do some gardening.

We'll still get some cooler weather but as the waning days of April move past and May rapidly approaches, it may be safe to plant.

(SWMBO filled three pots on our patio with herb plants the other day.)

A couple of smaller and lower photinia plants are full of blossoms in the back yard.

Yes, I believe Spring has sprung.

Which always reminds me of a bit of roadside doggerel from Burma Shave signs of my youth.

Spring has sprung

The grass has riz

Where last year's

Careless Drivers is

--Burma Shave--

FRIDAY FUNNIES

I read this morning that today is Jack Nicholson's 79th birthday.

Is that funny?

Oh, well then let's get on with the Friday Funnies.

On that yummy note, I'll wrap up this week's edition.

(Tip: Look for something special in Sunday's post.)

In the meantime thanks, Gentle Readers, for the contribitions, have a positively incredible weekend and always remember to keep laughing.

Here, kitty-kitty.

THROWBACK THURSDAY

My "glory" days in television news.

Being mentored by Bob MacLeod at KFYR-TV in Bismarck, North Dakota. (1960's)

The young TV anchorman.

Matching Madras and sunglasses. Me as KFYR's News Director with photographer Bob Barclay.

Trying to catch a few winks during a commercial break while covering a political convention with a killer hangover.

In those early days I did everything, including shooting film with a Bolex at a fire scene.

Just after interviewing Vice-President Hubert Humphrey as he ran for President in 1968.

But I think I was more thrilled to meet Chet Huntley.

Moving right along now. Here I'm producing a newscast at KTAR-TV in Phoenix.

It was obviously a Saturday - save your comments about my shorts, I've heard 'em all.

It was the great 70's - check my "love beads" and long hair.

In my "foreign correspondent" garb, doing a stand-up at a Vietnamese refugee camp in Northern California. 

By this time KTAR-TV had become KPNX-TV but still was Channel 12 in Phoenix.

This was more fun.

Interviewing Alice Cooper, poolside at the Del Webb TownHouse on the afternoon of a concert.

He was very accomodating said he liked golf and listened to Burt Bacharach music in his off-performance hours.

Field producing our coverage of the Sandra Day O'Connor confirmation hearings to the Supreme Court, with reporter Ron Talley. 

The last time I saw Ron his hair was snow white and he told me he'd been confused for Newt Gingrich.

Nearing the end of my run.

Field producing our coverage of the Republican National Convention in Dallas, 1984.

Y'gotta have a Stetson in Texas, right?

It was the middle of summer, blazing hot inside and frigid in the convention hall.

I caught a miserable cold and suffered through the week.

Badges? We don't need no steenking badges!

Or do we.

I collected quite a few over 30 years in "the business".