(Note: While the writer’s gal is still recovering from heart surgery, this column is from the archives of Nov. 14, 2005.)
Oh, you gentle readers. How this meager scribe enjoys your email, cards and conversation. Sip your morning brew while we share a few.
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I would never have known, but now thanks to Diana and Jerry Barden, I have learned that Brooke Shields, while applying to be spokesperson for an anti-smoking campaign, squealed, “Smoking kills. If you’re killed, you’ve lost a very important part of your life.”
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Usually, what ever happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. However, Margetta Schleich informs us that several churches receive casino chips instead of cash in their collection baskets. A priest has been put in charge of sorting the chips, taking them to the various casinos and cashing them in for currency. The title of the priest performing this task is, take a breath, the “Chip Monk.”
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Another Aaaahh! For the email photo from Mike Jefferies and his pretty gal, Sandy, showing one of my favorite critters, a rattlesnake caught in Oklahoma. Except this one is 8 feet in length and weighs almost 90 pounds. Thanks, good folks, but I’ll stick to the Mojave variety...