Rich Glennie
I got the shot yesterday, one of the coffee guys said recently. And that started the conversation.
“Hey, my sister-in-law said she got her shots and her butt cheeks now hurt,” added another old duffer.
“Where’d they shoot her?” added a third member of Gert & Erma’s coffee regulars.
“Not the arm!” added a fourth.
If you are counting, our...
It must have been a slow morning at the coffee shop the other day. The discussion turned from our usual ‘sidewalk superintending duties’ to the recent contest to name the state’s snowplows.
I would like to say snowplow-naming was an original Minnesota idea, but nay. It started in Scotland.
A couple of the Scottish favorites included: Sweet Child...
The rioting was horrendous. It was despicable. It was absolute chaos on Jan. 6 at the U.S. Capitol in Washington, D.C.
But amid all the mayhem one thing jumped out at me: A rioter with a shirt that read “Camp Auschwitz.” What a disgusting expression!
Thankfully, the late Merrill Burgstahler was not alive to see such a disgrace rampaging through...
Well, I finally took my annual prat fall on the ice recently. I went down on a slanted, ice-caked sidewalk on 10th Street near McLeod Avenue. It happened so fast I didn’t have time to react.
I thought I’d bounce. I was wrong.
It was more like a thud and splat. Ever try to get off the ice while your feet can’t get any traction? With arms flailing,...
My sense of taste and smell has not returned after recovering from COVID-19.
My wife, Karen, has claimed for years I can’t hear anything she says.
With the COVID-19 mask requirement, I can’t see any more either as my glasses fog up completely, and I feel like Mr. Magoo.
Last week, I received an old-person’s flu shot and didn’t feel a thing. There...
