The BRD sent me the following GIF this morning.
I never knew she had a sense of humor.
(Jut kidding, Gayle.)
The BRD sent me the following GIF this morning.
I never knew she had a sense of humor.
(Jut kidding, Gayle.)
Recently I shared some news and humor from an old pal of mine, newspaper columnist and book author Sam Lowe, who had become (I say in amazement) 90 years old.
I haven't heard about his birthday party but I doubt it could have topped another one this past weekend.
Ol' Willy Nelson became 90 the other day and he celebrated with two nights of star-studded music at the Hollywood Bowl.
He planned the entire affair and invited all the performers, from young Billy Strings to his old pal, 86 year old Kris Kristofferson.
The second night's music was capped by the appearance of Keith Richards, who sang a couple of songs with Willy and paid tribute to the birthday boy.
Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes!
It is FRIDAY once again.
Can you tell I'm excited?
I'm thinkin', Tucker Carlson was fired and Jerry Springer passed on.
What more could make me happy?
Oh, I know, I know, I'll chill.
So at the end of this rather thrilling week, what can I do?
I know.
I'll submit you to an all-text Friday Funnies.
No cartoons, just words.
So stop frowning, turn those expressions right side up and get ready to chortul, chuckle, guffaw and LAUGH!
Okay, now that your eyes are tired from all the reading, I'm gonna cheat and change the game.
Because.
Well, because.
Because I couldn't end the Funnies without these guys.
So that's it.
Your humor potpourri for the week is over.
Now you have to find your own good humor.
And good food.
And good drink.
And have yourselves a good weekend.
No!
A GREAT weekend!
Enjoy!
And always remember to keep laughing!!!
Here, kitty-kitty . . .
I was going through a huge collection of family photographs recently and found this tiny one.
It's only about two inches tall by an inch and a half wide and mounted on some stiff cardboard or pasteboard.
Do you know her?
I found it in a collection of photographs from my Berry family.
My paternal grandmother, Daisy Berry, married my grandfather, Berthold Wayne Taylor, B.W., as he was known most of his life.
They came from southern Minnesota.
The photo apparently was taken at a photo studio on Nicollet Avenue in Minneapolis.
It may be of someone in the Berry family or it may be a friend of one of the many brothers or sisters in that family.
I can not identify her but thought I'd throw it out to you Internet sleuths to see if anyone can solve the mystery of this rather smartly dressed young lady.
Unfortunately there is no reward for solving the puzzle, other than the eternal gratitude from your scribe.
And, of course, the international adulation that might arise from this blog!
Taking a cue from my friend, Cross Town Lori (LL), I'm having a senior's breakfast this morning.
A slice of my birthday carrot cake with whipped cream!
Old age comes with benefits.
One of them is you can eat whatever you want whenever you want.