I was surprised and didn't think you were really eating aquarium fish!

When we lived in the Rio Grande Valley, we had a Mexican house maid to cook and clean.

Once when we were gone, the light over the aquarium burned out, and so she decided to replace it with a 60 watt bulb! Of course, the heat cooked all the fish in the tank. She didn't know the replacement bulb would create too much heat for the fish! Just Sayin...RJS

No, not related. Some of my aunts and uncles married some of his sisters and brothers! But no direct connection with Piddler! Just Sayin...RJS

The guy who lived alone was awakened one morning just about dawn. He had heard a strange sound, but had no idea where or what it was. Then, he heard it again and recognized the sound, which was a loud fart that was a resounding HONDA!

This went on all weekend, and on Monday he called his physician for an emergency appointment, since he for the life of him, could not understand the meaning of this malady.

The physician listened patiently and then told the patient he should see a dentist, not a physician.

Well, it was several days before he could get in to see his dentist. Upon getting an emergency appointment, he sat in the dentist’s chair and explained his problem.
He also said he did not see any connection. His dentist said, he didn’t either, but referred him to another dentist, who happened to be a Japanese. While the guy questioned his dentist about why he should see the Japanese dentist, the referring dentist would only tell him to go and keep his appointment.

So, on the very next Monday, our tormented fellow manages to make it to the Japanese dentist’s office. Upon being seated in the dentist’s chair, the guy quickly explained his problem. The Japanese dentist said, “You have an abscess, open your mouth and let’s take a look-see!"

The patient, after being treated for his abscess and was about to leave, said “But why did my farts go Honda?"

The Japanese dentist said, “Oh! Everyone knows Abscess makes the fart go Honda!” Just Sayin…RJS

The second meaning is a water fall, or series of falls, known as a catarract. Just Sayin...RJS

I suppose it was in the late 1930’s, or possibly the early 1940’s and I would hear on the radio what was happening in Europe with the extermination of the Jews in internment camps.

Now, at the same time, there was a bachelor in our community whose nick name was ‘piddler.’ I finally asked my mother “why is piddler being so mean to all those people?” At my age then I did not know, or could differentiate between these two names. For me being 4 or 5 years old, I could not reconcile the difference in these two men.
Now Piddler was almost kin, since several of his brothers and sisters had married some of my uncles and aunts!
Many years later, I finally turned 18 and allowed to work as a ‘roughneck’ on a drilling rig. Another member of our crew was Piddler. He was well over 6 feet tall and probably weighed over 300 pounds.

Most of the time when something heavy had to be moved, we would use a ‘soft line’ or rope which was strung up in the derrick and one end would be wrapped around the ‘cathead’ so we had the power to lift a heavy load.

Other times, some object would be too far away for us to use the rope and cathead. In those cases, we would have to just grab it and with our combined muscles, pick the tool or object up and carry it. There were times I would have to say, “Piddler, I am going to have to cheat you, and allow you more of this because I can’t carry it!”

When he wasn’t working, he would live in an apartment above a bar in Wichita Falls, with a black prostitute. He was always good for a line of banter, and jokes.
However, I don’t think I ever told him that I had gotten him and Hitler mixed up.

It wasn’t unusual for oilfield workers to have the sobriquet of “oilfield trash” and were shunned by some. Not every place would rent an apartment or quarters to them! Just Sayin…RJS

Well, Commander, you will have to decide when you have your business cards printed.

Most folks do not know they can print on both sides of their calling card.

I printed on both sides and on the back; That I was a Servant, Storyteller, Sage, and Author! Didn't want to spread my net too wide! Just Sayin...RJS

I don't care what some kids from the U.K. say about music. Dosen't mean a 'hill of beans' to me. Can they do a reasonable rendition of "Streets of Laredo?" Just Sayin... RJS

You will have to decide after collecting a handful of business cards of others! it will be up to you!.. You will find you can be anybody you want to be! Just Sayin...RJS

Well, I believe that when someone calls you a dirty name, it is just because they are jealous and are trying to pull you down to their level! I would not let this happen. Just Sayin...RJS

Commander, I don't think there are any boundaries, or limits! Only what your 'druthers' and pocket book allow!

For instance, the Bomber Bait Co. was started in Gainesville, TX. When the owners formed this company, they decided then none of their children would be allowed to come in and continue the company. It was first sold, I believe to the owners of Frito-Lay in Dallas, then to a consortium in Arkansas. Then an individual in Gainesville came along, gathered up hundreds of old Bomber lures which were either rejected for some reason, or simply surplus when the company moved a lot of its manufacture to injection moulding and that to Mexico! It is now owned by a group in Arkansas! As far as I can tell none of their lures are the old style ones made from wood. But I understand the 'scavanger' has done quite well with his gathering of old wooden Bombers!
I grew up in the county, married one of the partner's daughter, so had an inside look at Just the
operation. There is an organization, the NFLCC, standing for the National Fishing Lure Collectors Club. There are several branches, all across the U.S. YOU might contact them and tap that resource. 518 992-5873, or writing to P.O. Box 129 Sangerfield, N.Y. 13455
Just Sayin...RJS

Yep, there were times when we had a car, then other times when we didn't! Just because the press said the depression was over, didn't mean it was over for everyone! Just Sayin...RJS

99% if those born between 1930 and 1946 (worldwide) are now dead. If you were born in this time span, you are one of the rare surviving 1%ers of this special group. Their ages range is between 77 and 93 years old, a 16-year age span.

Interesting Facts about the 1% ers:

You are the smallest group of children born since the early 1900’s.

You are the last generation, climbing out of the depression, who can remember the winds of war and the impact of a world at war that rattled the structure of our daily lives for years.

You are the last to remember ration books for everything from gas to sugar to shoes and stoves.

You saved tin foil and poured fried meat fat into tin cans.

You can remember milk being delivered to your house early in the morning and placed in the ‘milk box’ on the porch.

Discipline was enforced by parents and teachers.

You are the last generation who spent childhood without television; instead, you ‘imagined’ what you heard on the radio.

With no TV, you spent your childhood ‘playing outside’.

There was no Little League.

There was no city playground for kids (except in Anniston, Al where Dottie lived)!

The lack of television in your early years meant that you had little real understanding of what the world was like. We got black and white T.V. in the early 1950’s and that had 3 stations and no remote.

Telephones were one to a house, often shared (party lines), and hung on the wall in the kitchen (no cares about privacy). Our phone number was 235 red.

Computers were called calculators; they were hand-cranked.

Typewriters were driven by pounding fingers, throwing the carriage, and changing the ribbon.

INTERNET and GOOGLE were words that did not exist.

Newspapers and magazines were written for adults and the news was broadcast on your radio in the evening. (your dad would give you the comic pages when he read the news)

New highways would bring jobs and mobility. Most highways were 2 lanes (no interstates).

You went downtown to shop. If you lived in town, you walked to school.

The radio network expanded to 3 stations to thousands.

Your parents were suddenly free from the confines of the depression and the war, and they threw themselves into working hard to make a living for their families.

You weren’t neglected, but you weren’t today’s all-consuming family focus.

They were glad you played by yourselves.

They were busy discovering the postwar world.

You entered a world of overflowing plenty and opportunity; a world where you were welcomed, enjoyed yourselves.

You felt secure in your future, although depression and poverty were deeply remembered.
Polio was still a crippler. Everyone knew someone who had it.

You came of age in the ‘50s and ‘60s

You are the last generation to experience an interlude when there were no threats to our homeland.

Only your generation can remember a time after WW II and Korea when our world was secure and full of bright promise and plenty.

You grew up at the best possible time, a time when the world was getting better.

More than 99% of you are retired now, and you should feel privileged to have ‘lived in the best of times.”

If you have reached the age of 77 years old, you have outlived 99% if the other people in the world who were born in this special 16-year time span.

You are a 1 %’er! Congratulations! Just Sayin…RJS

Given all the sage advice above, I have usually found that the fish were biting like crazy the day before I go! Just Sayin...RJS

Well, seems one can remember long-ago events better if they were painful. I read once that some African tribes would have a 'coming of age' ceremony for the boys, where certain secrets were divulged, and were expected to remain in these boys memory due to the painful iniation, long after their elders had died. Just Sayin...RJS

Well, they don't serve moonshine, or beer in Jail! Just Sayin...RJS