Grandkids, Fall, and Furthermore
by Barry Bauer
Our oldest grandson, Nolan, is off to college this week. He has a full-ride scholarship at Great Lakes Christian College in Lansing. That means he can come home on weekends. I would like to have been a little mouse when his mom and dad dropped him off. I’m sure there was a tear or two saying goodbye to their son. When he was a young boy his dad nicknamed him “Bubber.” It was ironic because my dad used to call me “Bub” and I don’t think either one of them knew that. Nolan’s majoring in music and he’s very good on the keyboard. He’s also self-taught on the mandolin. He’ll be up at the Performance Shell this Sunday playing the keyboard for the Community Christian Church and their presentation of “Fun in the Son.”
We have thirteen years of school pictures of Nolan and when we look at them we wonder where have all the years gone. I know his parents are wondering the same thing. I liked the fact that we’re readily able to record family history in pictures. I can’t say “on film” anymore because everything is digital today.
Nolan’s going to do great because he’s a good-hearted kid with a head on his shoulders. I can call him kid because I’m his grandpa. When you get to my age they won’t call you kid anymore.
At the same time our youngest daughter is busy this week signing her daughter, Brooke, up for pre-school. I’m sure there’ll be a tear or two shed the first day Kristy drops her off.
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We’re in the dog days of summer. The days are nice but the nights are cold. That’s what made having an above ground pool a pain in August. It would cool down so much at night that nobody wanted to get in it during the day.
I’d better get our firewood ordered pretty quick as it needs time to dry out. I’ve mentioned before that I used to hate fall but I’ve gotten over that and look forward to it. I’m even ready for the first snowfall in mid-Michigan but I don’t expect a blizzard. Those kinds of winters are rare anymore. Our girls, when they were younger, used to tunnel in the snow banks but I haven’t seen a snow bank like that in a long time.
I’m also ready for some football, the Detroit Tigers are driving me nuts. They like to do that to me.
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And Furthermore:
The Fifth Amendment, among other things, states that a person cannot be forced to testify against themselves. So how come a person has to submit to a breathalyzer test (or lose their license), or submit to having a blood sample taken. Isn’t that giving incriminating evidence against yourself? I know, the end justifies the means.
NBC, in order to save some more money, ought to have Jay Leno do the same thing David Letterman is doing every night. Use the same old tired monologue and bash Mitt Romney night after night after night. Way to go Dave, that’s real creative. I still think Letterman is the funniest guy on late night – after the election.
Politicians say the damndest things. Where is Art Linkletter when we need him. Dumb move, Rep. Atkins.
What ever happened to the Welcome Wagon that used to greet new homeowners with a basket of goodies?
Until the next time . . .