Can't read them? OK, I'll mark you down for “Was stoned most of the time.”
… children are repeatedly advised to gird their loins?
Did you see that story in the Today section?
Did it surprise you in the least? Of course, not.
What would have been amazing is if they hadn't found it in public pools.
When you first heard of the Civil War era underground railroad, did you think it was some sort of big subway system?
A woman I know casually was telling me about her plans to retire in a few months.
I asked her if she had picked an exact last day. She said she hoped her birthday, Sept. 4, would be her final day at work.
I told her that was my late father's birthday. She then volunteered that a couple of siblings and others in her extended family also had birthdays in September, the ninth month.
“It gets cold in Minnesota,” she said.
“I'd be in trouble if you left me now.”
Yes, there is a reference to this. But there is no way on God's green Earth you could guess the context.
When was the heyday?
Certainly technology has made arguments of that nature less of a spectator sport.
I'll say that peaked in 1987.
Everything for the well-stocked fallout shelter.
Perhaps you saw young women similarly attired at the world's fair.
Or, God help us all, you might have seen a guy dressed like this.
“Always look on the bright side of life…”
Slice reader Mike Storms sent a note on Saturday.
“Today is our 39th anniversary. We'll shortly be heading out to a fine dinner.
“We had a blast on our sixth anniversary. I remember it well. The sky got dark and I hurried to finish mowing the lawn before the storm. The clouds looked very strange, lumpy on the bottom and I could see the sun through them. I came in and found that St. Helens blew.
“Our babysitter cancelled out. I put on my cowboy hat and hoofed it to Rosauers to get a bottle of champagne. I had to undress in the garage because I was covered with ash.”