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Medical Corner / Re: Bosom Buddies
« Last post by SharonE on Today at 10:20:33 AM »
I wasn't too happy with the Purdue win over Butler.

I got most everything done yesterday and the cleaning girl is here today.

My sil just called to make sure everything was on schedule for my arrival tomorrow. It's going to be great to see them all.

I still have to get my meds organized and a couple other things, so better get to it. Back on Friday night.
Town Talk / Re: Norms Bait and Tackle
« Last post by larryhanna on Today at 10:16:50 AM »
Hi Everyone.  I awoke to rain this morning and the weatherman is saying we may be in for some stormy weather soon.  I had a nice day yesterday.  Our Sunday School class has now donated $10,000 toward a needed new church bus.  We were $30 short and we agree to add the other $30 from our Sunshine Fund.  I enjoyed the afternoon and evening of basketball.  There were some good close games and some that were not close at all.  My agenda is clear for today.  I just discovered that our new Ring doorbell has been off line the last few day.  I am going to have to wait until Scott is here unless I can figure out how to remove it from the bracket that holds it.  I am not sure I am strong enough but probably just not doing something correctly.  I will see if I can find a video to show how to remove it.

Joan, I keep reading about how unhappy and disconnected the current generation of young people are and I certainly feel for them.  I know as I was growing up I never felt for one minute that my parents and grandparents didn't care greatly about what I did or didn't do and that they were always there for me.  Life is complicated.  It is obvious that you are a fine mother and your children love you dearly. 

Marilyne, don't you wonder what the home life of these families that provide no discipline for their children must be like.  Perhaps the parents of these young children grew up in the same type of households.  When you could be arrested if you disciplined your child in public came into being I think things started to fall apart.  Times sure have changed as you said and not necessarily for the better. 

Mary Ann, glad that Tom had a good afternoon driving.  Uber is a good service.  Has he had any of the drunks throwup in his car? 

Sandy, we do what we have to do as you have had to do with cheese.  I sure would hate to have to give up sweets but know I could do it if I ever become diabetic.  I wouldn't like it but would do it.  After awhile these changes, like diet changes, before habits and it isn't so hard.  I was shocked to hear on our weather this morning that we may be in line for some hail but our temperatures are to stay warm so no threat of snow. 

MarsGal, my son has told us on several occasions he has had to ask patrons to get their children under control or they would need to leave as the other guests were not able to enjoy their dining experience.  We had two movie theaters in the town close by us but as a child I really don't remember attending any movies as it was an expense my folks didn't have the money for.  When Pat and I were dating we did go to the movies fairly often and I never saw kids out of control or the theaters torn up.  Of course, we often went to the drive-in theater.  I loved the Ma and Pa Kettle movies but think I saw most of those on TV along with the Western movies and TV shows. 

deAngel, I see that Rory McElroy really had a surge of great golf to end up winning the tournament yesterday.  I didn't watch any of it as was occupied with the basketball games.  We ate out many times as our children were growing up and learned the rules of behavior expected of them.  Thirteen or fourteen years ago we were visiting in Independence, Missouri and took our granddaughter and her soon to be ex-husband and two small children out to dinner at a Golden Corral.  The older baby was obviously very tired and was crying and screaming.  Finally Pat told the Father to take the child outside until he calmed down.  He did but got in their car and went home without a word.  At least we could enjoy the rest of the meal and the others in the restaurant weren't disturbed.  You have reason to be proud of your DIL's and grands.  I was raised knowing I had duties to perform.  I washed and dried a lot of dishes as well as the farm work as I was growing up and it sure didn't hurt me and taught me a great work ethic.   

I have no idea whether the following story is true but it is a very touching story. It is a little long but I found it worthwhile and I agree with the beginning that having a tissue handy is probably a good idea. 
The Folded Napkin Story
"By A Truck Stop Owner" 
If this doesn't light your fire, your wood is wet!

I try not to be biased, but I had my doubts about hiring Stevie. His placement counselor assured me that he would be a good, reliable busboy. But I had never had a mentally handicapped employee and wasn't sure I wanted one. I wasn't sure how my customers would react to Stevie.

He was short, a little dumpy with the smooth facial features and thick-tongued speech of Downs Syndrome. I wasn't worried about most of my trucker customers because truckers don't generally care who buses tables as long as the meatloaf platter is good and the pies are homemade.

The ones who concerned me were the mouthy college kids traveling to school; the yuppie snobs who secretly polish their silverware with their napkins for fear of catching some dreaded 'truck stop germ'; the pairs of white-shirted business men on expense accounts who think every truck stop waitress wants to be flirted with. I knew those people would be uncomfortable around Stevie so I closely watched him for the first few weeks...

I shouldn't have worried. After the first week, Stevie had my staff wrapped around his stubby little finger, and within a month my truck regulars had adopted him as their official truck stop mascot.

After that, I really didn't care what the rest of the customers thought of him. He was like a 21-year-old in blue jeans and Nikes, eager to laugh and eager to please, but fierce in his attention to his duties. Every salt and peppershaker was exactly in its place, not a breadcrumb or coffee spill was visible when Stevie got done with the table.

Our only problem was persuading him to wait to clean a table until after the customers were finished. He would hover in the background, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, scanning the dining room until a table was empty. Then he would scurry to the empty table and carefully bus dishes and glasses onto his cart and meticulously wipe the table up with a practiced flourish of his rag.

If he thought a customer was watching, his brow would pucker with added concentration. He took pride in doing his job exactly right, and you had to love how hard he tried to please each and every person he met.

Over time, we learned that he lived with his mother, a widow who was disabled after repeated surgeries for cancer. They lived on their Social Security benefits in public housing two miles from the truck stop Their social worker, who stopped to check on him every so often, admitted they had fallen between the cracks. Money was tight, and what I paid him was probably the difference between them being able to live together and Stevie being sent to a group home. That's why the restaurant was a gloomy place that morning last August, the first morning in three years that Stevie missed work.

He was at the Mayo Clinic in Rochester getting a new valve or something put in his heart. His social worker said that people with Downs Syndrome often have heart problems at an early age so this wasn't unexpected, and there was a good chance he would come through the surgery in good shape and be back at work in a few months.

A ripple of excitement ran through the staff later that morning when word came that he was out of surgery, in recovery, and doing fine.

Frannie, the head waitress, let out a war hoop and did a little dance in the aisle when she heard the good news.

Bell Ringer, one of our regular trucker customers, stared at the sight of this 50-year-old grandmother of four doing a victory shimmy beside his table.

Frannie blushed, smoothed her apron and shot Bell Ringer a withering look.

He grinned. 'OK, Frannie , what was that all about?' he asked..

'We just got word that Stevie is out of surgery and going to be okay.'

'I was wondering where he was. I had a new joke to tell him. What was the surgery about?'

Frannie quickly told Bell Ringer and the other two drivers sitting at his booth about Stevie's surgery then sighed: 'Yeah, I'm glad he is going to be OK,' she said. 'But I don't know how he and his Mom are going to handle all the bills. From what I hear, they're barely getting by as it is.' Bell Ringer nodded thoughtfully, and Frannie hurried off to wait on the rest of her tables. Since I hadn't had time to round up a busboy to replace Stevie and really didn't want to replace him, the girls were busing their own tables that day until we decided what to do.

After the morning rush, Frannie walked into my office. She had a couple of paper napkins in her hand and a funny look on her face.

'What's up?' I asked.

'I didn't get that table where Bell Ringer and his friends were sitting cleared off after they left, and Pony Pete and Tony Tipper were sitting there when I got back to clean it off,' she said. 'This was folded and tucked under a coffee cup.'

She handed the napkin to me, and three $20 bills fell onto my desk when I opened it. On the outside, in big, bold letters, was printed 'Something For Stevie'.

'Pony Pete asked me what that was all about,' she said, 'so I told him about Stevie and his Mom and everything, and Pete looked at Tony and Tony looked at Pete, and they ended up giving me this.' She handed me another paper napkin that had 'Something For Stevie' scrawled on its outside. Two $50 bills were tucked within its folds. Frannie looked at me with wet, shiny eyes, shook her head and said simply: 'Truckers!!'

That was three months ago. Today is Thanksgiving, the first day Stevie is supposed to be back to work.

His placement worker said he's been counting the days until the doctor said he could work, and it didn't matter at all that it was a holiday. He called ten times in the past week, making sure we knew he was coming, fearful that we had forgotten him or that his job was in jeopardy.

I arranged to have his mother bring him to work. I then met them in the parking lot and invited them both to celebrate his day back.

Stevie was thinner and paler, but couldn't stop grinning as he pushed through the doors and headed for the back room where his apron and busing cart were waiting

'Hold up there, Stevie, not so fast,' I said. I took him and his mother by their arms. 'Work can wait for a minute. To celebrate you coming back, breakfast for you and your mother is on me!'
I led them toward a large corner booth at the rear of the room.

I could feel and hear the rest of the staff following behind as we marched through the dining room. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw booth after booth of grinning truckers empty and join the procession. We stopped in front of the big table Its surface was covered with coffee cups, saucers and dinner plates, all sitting slightly crooked on dozens of folded paper napkins 'First thing you have to do, Stevie, is clean up this mess,' I said. I tried to sound stern.

Stevie looked at me, and then at his mother, then pulled out one of the napkins. It had 'Something for Stevie' printed on the outside. As he picked it up, two $10 bills fell onto the table.

Stevie stared at the money, then at all the napkins peeking from beneath the tableware, each with his name printed or scrawled on it. I turned to his mother. 'There's more than $10,000 in cash and checks on that table, all from truckers and trucking companies that heard about your problems.. 'Happy Thanksgiving.'

Well, it got real noisy about that time, with everybody hollering and shouting, and there were a few tears, as well.

But you know what's funny?
While everybody else was busy shaking hands and hugging each other, Stevie, with a big, big smile on his face, was busy clearing all the cups and dishes from the table.....

Best worker I ever hired.

Plant a seed and watch it grow..
Blessed are those who can give without remembering and take without forgetting.

Soda Shoppe / Re: Soda Shoppe for March 15,2018
« Last post by Lloyd Hammond on Today at 09:54:16 AM »
Gloria your post about the hummingbird reminded me of a time in the past.
I walked in through the garage and there was  a hummingbird busing around an circles on a window glass. I walked over an gently gathered it in my hands it immediately flopped over laying still as if dead. in my hand. I walked out of the garage and opened my hand and it flew off fast. I felt very good. we are at 40º
light rain and calling for high of 44º today. I hope it stops for a bit so i wont melt while feeding the cows. you all know sugar melts HA HA HA. have a great day. I got one of those pop up like hall Kelley was trying to call me the other day after his Passing.

Photos and More / Re: Photos Old and New
« Last post by jackwv on Today at 09:40:33 AM »
Don I know that Quaker, but unable to read the directions. :)
Soda Shoppe / Re: Soda Shoppe for March 15,2018
« Last post by so_P_bubble on Today at 09:13:30 AM »
GLORIA - I never open suspicious mail, so I have no idea if there was a link in them or not.  Better be safe than sorry!
Soda Shoppe / Re: Soda Shoppe for March 15,2018
« Last post by JaneS on Today at 09:02:04 AM »
Good Morning Everyfriend!  The sun is shining and the sky is clear but it's COLD!  It was 23º when I got up and it's up to 31 right now looking at a high of mid 40s.  I guess that's about normal for March around here. 

I made it to church yesterday but I almost turned around and came home.  I'm finding it very difficult to drive directly into the sun.  I told someone a while ago that I gave up night driving a couple years ago and now I don't drive East in the morning or West in the afternoon.  I'm still ok with North and South.  I asked the gal that schedules the Lectors if she would rather I'd resign that job since it's been necessary for me to back out at the last minute a couple of times this winter.  She said that she enjoys my readings and she'd rather I'd stay and that she'd give me her text number and if I have to turn around, I can text her and she'll find someone or do it herself.  So I'm still in on something I enjoy!

Don't know what I'll be up to today.  The only obligation is one I love...picking up TLH after school.  Other than that, there are lots of things to do.  I just have to see which ones I'll tolerate today.  I'm not worried about not making a decision.  I just found out from Reader's Digest that procrastination is a sign that a person is smart.  So there you are all you procrastinators! 
Card Shoppe / Re: Paint Shop Pro and Other Graphics Software
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Soda Shoppe / Re: Soda Shoppe for March 15,2018
« Last post by Gloria on Today at 08:19:39 AM »
Do what you can
Joseph J. Mazzella

     I was in a rush to get my power bill payment in the mail today. I pulled my car into the post office parking lot, hopped out, and started quickly walking towards the entrance. Then I saw something green on the sidewalk. I looked down and saw a hummingbird laying on the concrete with her wings spread out. She was breathing slowly in and out but not moving otherwise. I squatted down to take a closer look. She appeared more stunned than injured and I wondered if she had accidently flown into the clear glass window on the side of the building. I was sure of one thing, though. If she stayed where she was for much longer she was either going to be accidently stepped on or end up as dinner for a stray cat. Taking the tiny bird gently in my hand I lifted her up, carried her over to the green grass, and with a few kind words lay her down.

     I hoped that the camouflage of the grass would give her time to recover and said a prayer to God for her safety. Then I left her and went into the post office. The next day I returned and checked the area around where I had left her. She was gone. I smiled and imagined her flying happily around and feasting at someone’s bird feeder. It felt good knowing that even if I hadn’t done much, I had done what I could.

     So often the things we do seem so small. What we don’t realize, however, is that every single one of them is important in the eyes of God. Do what you can then to make this world a better place. Do what you can to share the love within you. It can be as simple as a prayer. It can be as little as a hug. It can be as tiny as a few coins offered to help another. It can be as small as a kind word, a smile, or a wave. It can be as itty bitty as helping a hummingbird off the sidewalk. In the eyes of Heaven they are all priceless, they are all powerful, and they are all eternal. In the eyes of God they are all beacons of the light in our souls and the love in our hearts.
Soda Shoppe / Re: Soda Shoppe for March 15,2018
« Last post by Gloria on Today at 08:18:55 AM »
Good morning everyone. down in the teens again 18°. do not want to think of the windchill. We still have a storm coming in Wednesday into Thursday. Today I will take care  of the appointment I have for Thursday and reschedule. I would not even think of going out on the road when it was snowing anymore. I did not go outside at all yesterday. I looked out and saw 2 people talking and the wind was blowing the material on their pant legs like it was trying to tear it away. It sure was more than a light breeze.

SHIRLEY  you are fortunate that you can still do all you do. Getting so about all I am comfortable doing is sitting.

BUBBLE  terrible when we have to be so careful about our email these days.  The one from your own address from Japan must have been a shock. Wonder if those had a link in them for you to check.

PETER  glad your granddaughter  uses her talents as an artist.

PHYLLIS  always happy to see a post from you.

JANE  I never had and homemade or close to it pasta. One thing with home canned or frozen food is we know what is in it. About the only can foods I buy is tomatoes, then it is fresh or frozen. Even with frozen have to check where it comes from. I will not eat frozen food coming from China. Tje market I used to go to stuck me once and at home I checked and it said product of China. Threw it away.

AMY  after all the snow we had last week it is surprising how much the sun melted it this past week.

JENNY  every year Boston has a big St. Patrick's day parade. Glad your son and the boys enjoyed it. Looks like you better make a big pot of chicken soup.

GLORIA de  I have an appointment on Thursday
and I am going to reschedule it. Who knew we would get another nor'easter at this time and be this cold. Like you I don't think many in our generation saw a doctor, Mom's took care of us. Glad Keith came in here to let us know about you. I chuckled when he said he did not know about computers at his age. I never touched one till I was 70.
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