Better than a Lemonade Stand

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Jerry Lewis had a Muscular Distrophy telethon every summer and encouraged kids to have a summer carnival in order to raise money for the cause.

Every year right after school ended, the neighborhood kids got together to plan the annual carnival. The planning included lots of arguments and sometimes divided the neighborhood into two factions ending in two separate carnivals, but sometime in August, we would pull it off. Continue reading

Next Time Kid’s Meal

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Killer Meal

I stopped at a fast food restaurant the other day and ordered one of those low-priced combo meals for $5.

Back in the day, a $5 meal would hold you over until you could get home for a real dinner. We are no longer back in the day.

The menu was innocent enough, a cheeseburger, small fries and a small drink, just enough to hold me over for dinner in a few hours. All for about $5.

When my order was ready, the teenager handed me a bag large enough to hold a week’s worth of groceries. Continue reading

$2,800????

footballI’m from Pittsburgh and live in Denver, so I bleed football. OK this year’s playoff games didn’t leave me too thrilled but I am still excited to watch the SUPER BOWL.

I am going to watch from home, thank you – the $2,800 ticket price is a little beyond my budget, unless I sell another painting (just kidding.) $2,800 just to watch a game??? What happened to team sports for the masses? Continue reading

Walk-ins Welcome

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My only grandchild lives 1500 miles away. He is six years old. My husband and I went to visit him last month – this is how it went:

ME: May I speak to Andre?

PERSON ON THE OTHER END: Is he expecting your call?

ME: No.

PERSON ON THE OTHER END: Whom shall I say is calling?

ME: Grandma. Continue reading

Facing Freedom

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Facing Freedom

Prints, phone cases, coffee mugs, and more available on FineArt America.

I want to retire but I can’t do the math. I have no idea how long I expect to live, so how could I possibly know whether or not I have enough money to last me until I die?

Back in the day, retirement was simple — 65, gold watch, have a nice life with a pension. You know, a monthly income that lasted until death – sorta like old school marriage.

If you got sick or senile (old school for Alzheimer’s) you lived with one of your children in their assisted living facility. (Although the thought of living with my children is not one that I cherish)

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As old as 1968

Kwanzaa yenu iwe nahari. This means, “may your Kwanzaa be a happy one.”

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The Gift is available as prints or greeting cards at Fine Art America.

This holiday was started in 1968 by Maulana Ron Karenga after the Watts riots and is celebrated by millions of people of African decent in the US and the Caribbean. Continue reading

Thanks….

IM000854.JPGThat’s a painting of my husband and I. He has been retired for over 10 years. He joined the USAF in 1980. He volunteered a few years after they ended the draft.

Back when there was a draft, just about everyone in America knew a soldier.

With the all volunteer force, I am surprised at how many people have never met a soldier. I am even more surprised by the number of people who don’t realize that we are at war.

Back in the day, just about everyone I knew wore POW and MIA bracelets. They sold for a few dollars and were imprinted with the name of either a prisoner of war or a soldier who was missing in action. The idea was to keep your bracelet on until the soldier came home. Continue reading

Magic at the Service Station

IM000847.JPGMy parents were magicians when they drove into a service station back in the day.

Bells would ring to announce their arrival and a service station attendant dressed in a jumpsuit would appear to grant their every wish.

Their first magic command was “Fill ‘er up with unleaded.” Unleaded, being a code word for “we can afford a newer car and therefore have successfully kept up with the Jones.” Immediately our attendant (Ernie) would insert a nozzle into the gas tank and begin to clean the windshield. (My windshield only gets cleaned now if it rains.) Continue reading