I realized (when someone referred to them in an article) —

I absolutely, literally remember reading Dick and Jane books!

Spot, Puff, the whole gang. See Dick run (not the transgender version). I actually remember turning the pages to see what happened to Sally!

I remember reading The Cat in the Hat, The Great Dane (a book based on a Disney film), and A Fly Went By — not the transgender version.

(Then I graduated to Weekly Reader with Goofus and Gallant.)

Reader’s Digest was a good potpourri of anything and everything, but I don’t remember ever laughing much at its Humor in Uniform and Laughter, the Best Medicine. The cartoons redeemed those features.

So, I doubt you’re as old as I am. My brother had Rock ‘Em Sock ‘Em Robots when I got old enough to play that, though. And Battling Tops. And a yellow, paper rounded-corner official Library Card with a stamped metal ID number like they used to have for credit cards. Kids today.

Hey, that lawn’s not a thoroughfare!

Body of man who mysteriously went missing discovered three days later inside tanning bed at Planet Fitness
Daily Mail UK | November 13, 2024 | Emma Richter

A man was found dead inside a Planet Fitness tanning bed three days after he went missing.

… investigators were able to track him to the gym through his ankle monitor. It is unclear why he had the device on him.

A sign was placed on the front door as of Monday that says ‘tanning is currently unavailable.’

A gym member, Elizabeth Len, recalled being greeted by a foul smell when she entered the building for her morning workout Monday.

‘And I was kind of like sniffing, trying not to look crazy, but I was like, “Something smells really awful here”,’ Len told WTHR, adding that the smell grew stronger as she neared the tanning rooms.

Additionally, the newspaper points out that the gym was open all three of those days. It was not closed during the weekend.

You’ll hear an awful — and I do mean, awful — lot of squawking for four years from the newsreaders (media-bubble bleached blondes with a gleam in their eye) who had absolutely no influenza at all on the election. And intellectuals (Degrees Is the Word).

Don’t listen to them.

Listen to me. Who’s a bigger minority than me? No one. Support minority rights!!

Support individuals, not collectives.

If you hear of any proposals recommending pooling resources, or pooling votes, or pooling privileges, or anything like that, ask yourself: “Does anything good come from pools?” The answer is no. Only betting, drowning, restrictions on running, chlorine, and that weird guy in the locker room. Does anything good exist outside of pools? Yes: people basking in the sun, with cabana boys and gals bringing mixed cocktails.

I think that clarifies it for the most discerning of us.

… Much less submitting comments. Comments or songs. Comments, songs, or poems.

Comments, songs, poems, or memories. I’ll come in again.