Sunday, February 26, 2017
Duh!
The title of this piece is included in the text of my latest column in the Boston Herald.
(Journalism ain't what it used to be! Of course, my being on the printed page anywhere is enough to prove that.)
Anyway, there are two instances of "duh" in my Herald piece, but there are about 550 other words, too, so you won't know what those are - or what order they appear in - unless you go read the piece, which I would appreciate.
Thanks for stopping by here, of course.
Soon, with more better stuff (duh!)
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Jerry - If it's free, feel free! Best of luck!
Thank you so very much for giving permission. You can see your linked header under All, Humoe and the United States. If you could say something (preferably good) about SiteHoundSniffs.com here and there, we would greatly appreciate it.
P.S.: I am also a '57 model. However, I was born in Arkansas and now live in Springfield, Missouri (aka: Misery).
For years I have said "Whoops! That’s NOT a penguin, Percy!" to see if someone was paying attention.
It's NOT a penguin? Really? I thought it was....
Smiles.
And more smiles.
Google: "Whoops! That's NOT a penguin, Percy"....
You are at the top of the list (and the ONLY one on it...)
You have arrived....even if you are alone.
Thank you for a trip down memory lane. Again.
What's really funny is to get in a room full of those who lived through The War and when you and your husband each pour yourselves a cup of coffee, one of you toasts with "Here's how!" and the other responds, "And how!" All the older people in the room look and you and yell, "How do you know that, you aren't old enough!"
I love all of your comments, of course, but I'm especially tickled that you liked the penguin bit!
Actually, I've never heard of any of those sayings.... I think I was born in the wrong country.
If I want my kids to look at me with slack-jawed dumbfoundedness, I'll just snap open my flip-phone and say, "Beam me up, Scotty!" Or mention something about Dick Tracy and wrist-TVs. . .
See ya later, alligator. . . In a while, crocodile. . .
And let's just leave my penguin out of it, shall we?
I get a lot of curious looks when waxing philosophically, being the oldest one at my place of employment. My occasional arcane references are not well understood. Should I even write anything here as you journalists are "enemies of the people?" Do you think he ever read any Ibsen?
Ibsen? Was he the little guy on Laugh-In who held a bouquet of flowers and spouted poetry? Henry Ibsen?
Actually, I'm pretty sure the Ibsen in question was Henryk. . . Henryk Ibsen. . .
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