I lived "on the water" in Gloucester County VA for many years. Put some fried chicken into a crab pot, throw it off the dock, and later collect all the blue crabs you could eat! They loved fried chicken .
Bill, I have two granddaughters, ages six and eight. Two years ago, the six-year-old asked me during a phone chat if there is a “dog God.” The girls very much love their mini-dachshund, now ten years old.
When I asked her why she was asking me rather than her parents, she responded that when she did ask her mother (my elder daughter), her mother told her to ask her grandfather: after all, “Gramps knows everything.” Clearly in a bind, I satisfied her by saying I didn’t know for sure, but clearly there was something special about “dog God,” as dog is an anagram of God and the name itself is a palindrome (I didn’t use those two words in my explanation). Ever since I ladled out that admittedly fumbling answer the girls have occasionally asked me comparably metaphysical questions.
A week ago we spent a good part of the day at the parochial school the girls attend. It was “Grandparents’ Day.” When we all got back to my daughter’s home, the six-year-old promptly let me know that my words alone would no longer suffice. First she asked me to hold out my hands, palms up. She then brought her arms forward from behind her back and placed in each of my hands a Rubik’s Cube. I can still hear the sound my reputation made as it circled the drain.
An aside: a few weeks ago we helped our elder daughter and her husband celebrate their 10th wedding anniversary. They were married at the Engineers Club, across the street from your Baltimore office. For her first four years of school she attended a church school on Park Avenue in Baltimore, around the corner from your office. Alas, a few years ago that school permanently closed its doors.
There is a restaurant south of Corpus Christi/south of Robstown in Texas named King's Inn in right on the shore of Laguna Madre. They have their won boats docked out behind restaurant! I'll forget on a hunting trip for Nilgai on the Kennedy Ranch, we stopped and I ordered a dozen fried lightly breaded and cooked oysters. Everyone else turned their noses up like a porteno! I began to eat the juicy oysters with gusto. Soon I heard one ask, "Can just try one?
Then another wanted the same experience. the result...... another platter of fried oysters!
>> “Yeah, well…gypsies are always victims of discrimination. <<
You might have suggested to your visitor that a Google (or Duck Duck Go) search of "famous successful gypsies" would unearth pages of pages of stories of gypsies who - apparently - were *not* "victims of discrimination".
My father was one generation out of Ireland. He was the youngest with 16 years between his older brother. That brother claimed mothers in Ireland would keep their children close and their valuables locked up when the gypsy wagons were seen moving through the town. He said occasionally a wagon would catch fire and they'd all move on. It might be wise to include a fire suppression system if going on the road is that plan.
Yes, global warming has its benefits the costal cities could use a good soaking. If that big one ever happens maybe they'll be a few inland beaches created.
Where are you going to store the finished Gypsy Wagon? You'll need to build an addition with a 12' door onto your shed once you've finished. That will be the project for next Thanksgiving I suppose.
I have a truck camper in my garage to escape into. Much easier than building something now that it's kinda chilly out.
For those who have not head the pleasure of spending time or even living in Murrlin (Maryland), "Anne Arundel" is pronounced "Annarunnel". I had to learn these special terms when living in the former Monument City (Baltimore, pronounced "Bawlamer") from 1974-76. Best always. PM
I love Gipsy wagons and crystal balls that tell the future. They are out there, and do exist, like time travelers, recently, there was one spotted in a Mike Tyson 1995 photo using an iPhone.
I don’t work for AT&T, I don’t do this jive long distance, so get yo arce over here! 😂 The pimp didn’t just fall off the turnip truck (Out For Justice) Dun dun....dun dun dun dun!
Many years ago my late father had a run-in with a "Roman" in Paris. The guy tried to pick his pocket. Using a technique he learned in the Army during WWII, he gave the guy an "elbow sandwich" right in his kisser! Spitting teeth and bleeding profusely, the guy quickly ran off. My father reported that Frenchmen observing his action cheered and clapped!
Please share a picture of the completed gypsy wagon. THANKS!!!
Great! Best laugh I had in a long time!
Could just about smell that kitchen and hear the sawing of timber, with standard
“What you doing that for GrandPop?”.
“Because, I want to!”
“Yes, but Why?”
I loves me some Blue crabs, and I’m from Texas
I lived "on the water" in Gloucester County VA for many years. Put some fried chicken into a crab pot, throw it off the dock, and later collect all the blue crabs you could eat! They loved fried chicken .
Who knew?
Bill sounds like a "perfect" day for giving thanks .. well done!
Bill, I have two granddaughters, ages six and eight. Two years ago, the six-year-old asked me during a phone chat if there is a “dog God.” The girls very much love their mini-dachshund, now ten years old.
When I asked her why she was asking me rather than her parents, she responded that when she did ask her mother (my elder daughter), her mother told her to ask her grandfather: after all, “Gramps knows everything.” Clearly in a bind, I satisfied her by saying I didn’t know for sure, but clearly there was something special about “dog God,” as dog is an anagram of God and the name itself is a palindrome (I didn’t use those two words in my explanation). Ever since I ladled out that admittedly fumbling answer the girls have occasionally asked me comparably metaphysical questions.
A week ago we spent a good part of the day at the parochial school the girls attend. It was “Grandparents’ Day.” When we all got back to my daughter’s home, the six-year-old promptly let me know that my words alone would no longer suffice. First she asked me to hold out my hands, palms up. She then brought her arms forward from behind her back and placed in each of my hands a Rubik’s Cube. I can still hear the sound my reputation made as it circled the drain.
An aside: a few weeks ago we helped our elder daughter and her husband celebrate their 10th wedding anniversary. They were married at the Engineers Club, across the street from your Baltimore office. For her first four years of school she attended a church school on Park Avenue in Baltimore, around the corner from your office. Alas, a few years ago that school permanently closed its doors.
I love Dorothy......the chestnut does fall far from the tree...sooo funny
Corrrct
I know I shouldn’t have, but a punchline‘s a punchline, and deserved my laughter regardless of which cornerism of society it might offend.
Dorothy sounds like a playful cad; perhaps taking after Granddad.
There is a restaurant south of Corpus Christi/south of Robstown in Texas named King's Inn in right on the shore of Laguna Madre. They have their won boats docked out behind restaurant! I'll forget on a hunting trip for Nilgai on the Kennedy Ranch, we stopped and I ordered a dozen fried lightly breaded and cooked oysters. Everyone else turned their noses up like a porteno! I began to eat the juicy oysters with gusto. Soon I heard one ask, "Can just try one?
Then another wanted the same experience. the result...... another platter of fried oysters!
>> “Yeah, well…gypsies are always victims of discrimination. <<
You might have suggested to your visitor that a Google (or Duck Duck Go) search of "famous successful gypsies" would unearth pages of pages of stories of gypsies who - apparently - were *not* "victims of discrimination".
My father was one generation out of Ireland. He was the youngest with 16 years between his older brother. That brother claimed mothers in Ireland would keep their children close and their valuables locked up when the gypsy wagons were seen moving through the town. He said occasionally a wagon would catch fire and they'd all move on. It might be wise to include a fire suppression system if going on the road is that plan.
Yes, global warming has its benefits the costal cities could use a good soaking. If that big one ever happens maybe they'll be a few inland beaches created.
Where are you going to store the finished Gypsy Wagon? You'll need to build an addition with a 12' door onto your shed once you've finished. That will be the project for next Thanksgiving I suppose.
I have a truck camper in my garage to escape into. Much easier than building something now that it's kinda chilly out.
For those who have not head the pleasure of spending time or even living in Murrlin (Maryland), "Anne Arundel" is pronounced "Annarunnel". I had to learn these special terms when living in the former Monument City (Baltimore, pronounced "Bawlamer") from 1974-76. Best always. PM
I love Gipsy wagons and crystal balls that tell the future. They are out there, and do exist, like time travelers, recently, there was one spotted in a Mike Tyson 1995 photo using an iPhone.
I don’t work for AT&T, I don’t do this jive long distance, so get yo arce over here! 😂 The pimp didn’t just fall off the turnip truck (Out For Justice) Dun dun....dun dun dun dun!
Many years ago my late father had a run-in with a "Roman" in Paris. The guy tried to pick his pocket. Using a technique he learned in the Army during WWII, he gave the guy an "elbow sandwich" right in his kisser! Spitting teeth and bleeding profusely, the guy quickly ran off. My father reported that Frenchmen observing his action cheered and clapped!