Saying for the Day: It is a medium of entertainment which permits millions of people to listen to the same joke at the same time, and yet remain lonesome. ~T.S. Eliot, about radio
The other night I was watching NCIS , a program I happen to like, and they were looking for a computer piece that would break a code at the Pentagon. After much searching of the suspect’s house Gibbs found it in a cereal box. Then he said, “ I didn’t know they still put decoder rings in these things”. This got him all kinds of blank stares and he said “ That was before your time”.
But it wasn’t before my time. It reminded me of the unholy alliance between my hero Tom Mix and the evil Instant Ralston cereal. In all of history there has not been a cereal that tasted more like sawdust than instant Ralston. But in order for me to get my top secret decoder ring so that I could decode the secret message that Tom had for me on the Tom Mix radio program I had to eat Instant Ralston. My mother insisted that we couldn’t afford to buy cereal just to throw it away. She didn’t understand how important that decoder ring was or she’d have gotten the cereal just because she loved me. So to get my decoder ring I ate sawdust or its equivalent for three days. Three mornings of sheer torture. Three days of pain an anguish. Then my mother took pity and let me feed the rest of the box to the chickens.
You know they really loved Instant Ralston.
That would have been the end of it but those evil people packed the genuine glow in the dark compass and decoder shaped like an arrowhead in the new boxes. Of course I had to have that. What follower of Tom Mix , who never missed a program, could do without the glow in the dark compass?
So I promised to eat the sawdust without making faces or complaining. My mother caved and got me another box. I had my compass and it did glow in the dark.
Life was wonderful except for breakfast.
Now all I had to do was to convince my mother that the chickens really loved Instant Ralston and we should be good to them.
She was not convinced.
Oh well! Any real follower of the great Tom Mix should be willing to eat sawdust for an official glow in the dark compass.
The chickens didn’t need a compass.
Lucky for me TV came along and Tom Mix wasn’t on the radio any more.
I didn’t eat instant Ralston again until I was in the hospital. They brought me this cereal that tasted like sawdust and I knew what it was. The nurse said “eat it it’s good for you.”
I said “ Does the hospital have any chickens?”
#### News from Pigeon Falls-The little town in my basement where the trains still run, dragons fly, and life is back to normal. The local dragon was in rare form last night. It did an entire show of acrobatic flying. It flew backwards and upside down. The crowd applauded and applauded. It was one great dragon party.
Joseph Becan is still telling is leathery egg story to anybody who will listen over at the Fly Inn Bar. Somewhere on Mt. Hillary there is a cave with two big leathery eggs according to him. But most figure Joe had a bit too much to drink up on the mountain. That’s why he was lost. The rest is his imagination working overtime. You’ll never convince Joe of that though.
Mrs. Petrovich stopped in to Nancy’s for a cup of coffee and a saffron bun. Nancy asked her how she was feeling and she said fine. She sure doesn’t look pregnant. She is helping her husband set up the Alexis Grengicoff room at the museum . Petrovich feels that if the great seer Grengicoff had been French instead of Russian he would have a larger following than Nostradamus, The Coptic stands in the way.
Pastor Joan has found a craftsman who is making little models of the former churches for her to put in the Church room. There the religious history of Pigeon Falls will be on display.
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I started the day by doing something I didn't want to do. I deleted a comment. I don't believe in deleting comments because I want people to be free to exprsess themselves. But there are to things I won't allow . One is foul language and one is explicit sexual language. My grandechildren including the six year old read this blog. I know I can't protect them from everything but I can protect them on my blog. I asked BBC before not to use that kind of language. He is free to insult me all he wants I have broad shoulders. He also can't find words that I haven't heard . I worked on the ore boats. I gave him my e-mail address and told him write anything he wants. But he insisted on writing here and so I had to delete it. He was also disrespectful to Betty and I won't allow that. He can insult me all he wants but my wife is off limits.I feel bad but he thinks he's God and can do what he wants. I visited the blogs of everybody that visited my blog in the previous four days and left a comment. It was slightly different than my link list. Betty and I packed up two more sets of track for eBay. I then put five new sets out on eBay to sell this week. Now I need a breathing treatment.
From the archives-Too many pastors at United.