Saturday, April 30, 2011
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Monday, April 25, 2011
That weird little place in Hamilton
Does anyone else remember that strange little tavern, or bar, or grill, or whatever it was, that was always on the right side of the road as you headed for Purcellville? It seems to me I even went in there once, maybe with Mike and Lee Ball.
Apparently it made someone's tacky list site.
Then it closed, was torn down, and replaced with a new place.
Sunday, April 24, 2011
A photo of Blaine
Judy and I have been taking care of her niece and nephew, Tram and Andy for the last three weeks while their parents are in Viet Nam. This consists mostly of picking them up from school, getting them meals and letting them play on the computers. But to show that I am still alive, here is a photo of me that Andy took when I took them to the museum over in St. Pete.
Friday, April 22, 2011
Happy Easter All
Tomorrow Art & I will be scrubbing, washing, dusting etc... all that stuff when family coming for dinner. Sorry some of you won't be with us but we'll be thinking of you.
Sad news from Purcellville
The Washington Post has an article today that Ted Nichols, co-owner of Nichols hardware store, and his wife were both killed in a car accident yesterday. Although the uncle has reopened, the article implies that the store may have to shut down.
I used to go there all the time with grandaddy when I was a kid.
I used to go there all the time with grandaddy when I was a kid.
Friday, April 08, 2011
Maggie turns to poetry
Since no one has written anything I thought I would put something (anything) up.
Maggie is eight now. She used to love playing tic-tac-toe at the Mellow Mushroom with me. Now she writes and reads. This is a sample of what she is writing:
The Runaway Raisins, by Maggie Quigley
Help, Help! It's the runaway raisins!
Open a package and away they scatter, running
for their dear little old lives.
Help, Help! It's the runaway raisins!
Laura and I like it. I think I will start reciting it every morning I put raisins on my cereal.
Maggie is eight now. She used to love playing tic-tac-toe at the Mellow Mushroom with me. Now she writes and reads. This is a sample of what she is writing:
The Runaway Raisins, by Maggie Quigley
Help, Help! It's the runaway raisins!
Open a package and away they scatter, running
for their dear little old lives.
Help, Help! It's the runaway raisins!
Laura and I like it. I think I will start reciting it every morning I put raisins on my cereal.