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Monday, April 25, 2016 – The Optimist and the Pessimist

Once upon a time there were twin boys. One was an optimist and the other was a pessimist. One day scientists and psychologists decided to conduct an experiment on the twins. The pessimist was placed a room filled with every type of toy and game imaginable. The optimist was placed in a room full of shit and a shovel.

During the observation they noticed the pessimist twin kicked the toys, broke the games and spent the time sulking alone in a corner. The optimist began to dig through the shit. When the scientists and doctors opened the door to the pessimist’s room they asked “Why did you break the toys and sit in the corner?” He frowned and said, “There is no one to play with.” When they opened the door to the optimist’s room, they asked “Why are digging through all of this shit?” He smiled and replied “With this much shit there has got to be a pony somewhere.”

Your choice today and everyday. Do you want to sit in the corner and sulk and complain? Or do you want to continue to dig and look for the pony?

Photo by me – George H. W. Bush Library – College Station

Friday, April 15, 2016 – Check out these photos from the 1967 Magnolia High School Yearbook

I so love the two pictures of the sixth grade girls playing softball in their dresses. If I recall girls were not allowed to wear pants to school.

Look closely. Can you identify the location? What stands there today?

I think we got to wear shorts to play softball at the high school level. I remember playing softball and Mr. Hinton was the “coach.” He was also umpiring the game we called “work up.” It was one of those games where everybody gets to play and you do not have to make people feel bad by choosing sides and being last chosen. Very smart on part of the coach.

I was playing catcher. There was a runner on first and a runner on third. Just as the pitcher threw the ball, Mr. Hinton said “Do not throw the ball to second base.” Sure enough, as soon as the runner from first took off, I fired the ball to second base and watched the runner on third run home.

He said, “I told you not to throw the ball to second base because the runner from third could score.” I was clearly upset by my stupidity and that I had disappointed Mr. Hinton. Then he said, “But it was a great throw. Great arm!” Very smart on the part of the teacher.

FYI – Mr. Hinton, never again would I throw to second with runners on first and third. Good teaching.

Thursday, April 14, 2016 – Did You Ever Shop Here?

Trivia: Was there one of these stores in your hometown?

Where was this store located in Conroe, Texas?

Bonus Question for all of the SFA Lumberjacks – Where was this store located in Nacogdoches, Texas?

Let’s see what answers we come up with. Let’s see with what answers we up come?” Nevermind .

Wednesday, April 13, 2016 – I Have Nothing Intelligent or Stupid to Say Today.

Therefore, I am keeping quiet. Don’t you wish those running for President would do the same today?

April 10, 2016 – It’s Siblings Day – Do I Get a Present? Maybe Some Jacks?

I have that table to the right of the TV.

Friday, April 8, 2016 – A Rose

“What a lovely thing a rose is!” He walked past the couch to the open window and held up the drooping stalk of a moss-rose, looking down at the dainty blend of crimson and green. It was a new phase of his character to me, for I had never before seen him show any keen interest in natural objects.

“There is nothing in which deduction is so necessary as religion,” said he, leaning with his back against the shutters. “It can be built up as an exact science by the reasoner. Our highest assurance of the goodness of Providence seems to me to rest in the flowers. All other things, our powers, our desires, our food, are all really necessary for our existence in the first instance. But this rose is an extra. Its smell and its color are an embellishment of life, not a condition of it. It is only goodness which gives extras, and so I say again that we have much to hope from the flowers.” ― Arthur Conan Doyle, The Naval Treaty