Late last year, an event occurred which we wouldn’t wish on anyone. It was a minor car accident. Our car has long since been repaired. We don’t know the status of the other car.
A young mother watched as her daughter played with a dozen elementary-age girls in a park next to her house.
Deciding it was time for her daughter to come in for the evening, she hollered, “ASHLEY!” Immediately five girls appeared at her porch. “No, I was calling Ashley Kaitlyn,” the young mother explained to the group. Hearing that, two of the girls left.
It’s the start of a (school) year. Picking up my grandson and namesake from school today reminded me of the newness of the season. Therefore, it’s time for an end-of the-month clearance.
Three students turned in their homework, but only two of them signed their work, so the anonymous contributor misses out on the extra credit.
A couple of weeks ago, readers were challenged to work out a solution to the following situation:
Where did the sunshine go? We’d ask that question after being escorted out of the Serf theater following visual and aural intoxication brought on by sitting through three runnings of the same film.
Martha Johnsen, long-time radio personality, once mentioned that every time she enters the San Miguel County Courthouse, a flood of memories returns. She noted that the building has a certain odor, and, as I recall, she speculated as to whether the smell came from floor wax, disinfectant, paint or other source.