Another Telephone Game

Saying for the day: Everybody is due a little respect.

I played the telephone game again yesterday. You know, the game where a telemarketer calls and you win if you get him or her to hang up without selling you anything. The game went like this:
I am cleaning up the garage and my wife brings me the phone.
Dr. John– Hello
Telemarketer– Is this John
DJ– Who is this?
TR-John. this is Henry from Houston, Texas
DJ– Are you an old college buddy?
TR-Ah, no.
DJ– One of my relatives?
TR-No
DJ– Well your not one of my close friends.
TR-No
DJ– Then how dare you use my first name. Only my friends, buddies, and relatives call me John. Where is your respect.
TR– Um, How do your pronounce LINNA ?(He really said this)
DJ– Betty put that hammer over there. It needs to go with the tools.
TR– Its obvious your busy right now. I’ll let you go.
DJ– What?
TR– Good by. ( hangs up)
I win.

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News from Pigeon Falls-They failed to get a jury yesterday and so they will have to try again on Monday. The national press is having a field day with this trial . They are calling it the Fairy Tale trial and the DNR is beginning to look like an evil villain. I am surprised that Lansing hasn’t stepped in and put a stop to the nonsense. For poor Ken it does look like no good deed goes unpunished.
Speaking of Grandma Moris, she and her granddaughter were out in her backyard , yesterday, enjoying the warm weather when they saw the white rabbit. It was over on the edge of the garden. According to Grandma Moris it winked at them, waved, and then hopped away.( No
claws, no fangs). Eino Jupola came out to look for some clues but the afternoon rain washed away any trace. Eino says he’s going to solve this mystery yet. I wonder if tall white rabbits are an endangered species?
The old Hendersot house has finally been sold. You know the one out on camp six road, just beyond the big apple tree, near the railroad crossing. Some guy from Chicago bought it. That has generated its own set of rumors . One of the ladies suggested to Nancy that it was bought by a Chicago gangster who is hiding from the mob. People in Pigeon Falls have such imaginations. At least they have moved on from the Bishop (But if his wife doesn’t show up pretty soon it will start again).
Pigeon Falls has a new problem. Last year at this time they were worried because there were no pigeons for Pigeon Days. Well this year the town has too many pigeons. Its like something out of the 1963 movie “The Birds”. There seem to be pigeons everywhere. Even the pigeon statue is covered with pigeon droppings. What can be done about it in a town where pigeons are almost sacred? You sure can’t shoot them.
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Well I worked on June's web page for the Church and Betty worked on getting the flower bed ready. Then we went to church. After church as I sat on my walker seat waiting for her to drive up from the parking lot a group of over 100 bikers rode by on their way to Iron Mountain to honor the veterans. It made me think of Laurie one of our blogging friends. Its the kind of thing she would do. After the bikers were gone we went to Iron River to get some more dirt. Well I need a breathing treatment.
GBYA