1. How many cheerleaders can you fit in an elevator?
Don’t know?
Well apparently, the answer is 25. Try 26 and the elevator breaks down. Read on …
2. What was John Edwards thinking?
Uh, there’s no link for this one. it’s just a question.
3. What does Bob Dylan know about the economy?
A lot of people have an idea. Read on …
Kerri Walsh enjoys watching whatever Mr. President is doing to Misty May-Treanor.
OK.
I’m sure you’ve looked at the picture and said, “Uh, what is he doing?”
I don’t have an answer.
But If anyone knows exactly what the leader of the free world (That phrase is always in jest when referring to George W. Bush) is doing to Misty May-Treanor in this picture from Saturday, Aug. 9 at the Beijing Olympics, feel free to let me know. I’d love to know.
Although I have a couple of ideas myself that I won’t post in this forum.
Dylan is playing AYSO soccer this fall, his second season. His first was this spring.
But this time around, when Brooke signed him up, she signed us both up to be coaches. I wasn’t there. i couldn’t stop it. By the time I was even aware of what had happened, I was committed.
As a child, I played a lot of baseball, organized and not so organized. I played pick-up football. Some basketball. Heck, I even raced bicycles with the kids in the neighborhood.
But I can probably count on my two hands the times in my life I’ve played soccer. And now I’m coaching.
What has she gotten me into?
When I went to Reno for the editing program, I was somewhat surprised to find I was the only participant to not have a Facebook page. In fact, most of the faculty had one as well.
You’ve got to get on Facebook, I was told, repeatedly.
And then, while I was gone, Brooke joined.
So it was inevitable.
So now I have one.
Funny … I don’t feel any different.
Alexander Solzhenitsyn
Over the weekend, which I spent at a campground with no real source of information, two public figures died that I wanted to say something about. They are definitely strange bedfellows, sharing a post like this.
On Sunday, Russian writer Alexander Solzhenitsyn died at the age of 89. I read his book “A Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich” early in my high school career. Only later did I grasp the meaning of the work.
Solzhenitsyn defied the Soviets and was expelled from his homeland as a result. He wrote what needed to be written at a time and in a place where it could have meant he’d disappear and never be seen again.
The Braves announcing team in 1977: Skip Caray, Ernie Johnson and Pete Van Wieren
Unlike Solzhenitsyn, Skip Caray wasn’t out to make any political statement. But he meant a great deal to me.
I grew up loving the Atlanta Braves and listening to them on the radio every night when I had to go to bed before the game was over. I was listening in the dark in the late 1970s and early 1980s, just like boys … and my mother, the baseball fan among my parents … had in the 50s and 60s.
The trio of Ernie Johnson, Pete Van Wieren and Skip painted the picture for me. And I’ll never forget it.
A lot of obits and stories about Skip this week point out that he was the son of famous announcer Harry Caray, voice of the Cardinals and Cubs. But I’d been listening to Skip for 6 or 7 years as a kid before I even knew that. As far as I’m concerned, Harry may as well have been father of famous announcer Skip Caray.
Here are what some other folks had to say about Caray:
The Hilton Head Island packet’s David Lauderdale
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