I listened to a bit of the ceremonies at Arlington Cemetery. Nice music and words.
Later, I listened to President Obama's speech at Rutgers University's graduation ceremony. Man, can that man talk! One of the greatest speeches I have ever heard. He made a few "digs" at Donald Trump that were met with thunderous applause. He made many important points, but the main one that I hope his young audience takes action on was that the graduates must become involved with what is going on in the nation and world, and vote!
Happy Feet
I sent away for Nufoot slippers for me and Elaine. The ones I ordered are black and look like ballet slippers. When I put mine on, I immediately did a plie..
New Camera
I bought a cheap new digital camera yesterday. I wanted something that I could just "point and shoot." Nothing complicated like my prior cameras. The only problem I have is that my SD cards don't fit. I want to use the camera to resume my picture taking duties at AARP meetings, and also use it to "photo scan" pictures to keep. At least until I can get my combo printer to scan and my NEAT system scanner to work again.
Twain Wisdom
Mark Twain said: "If you don't read the newspaper, you're uninformed. If you do read the newspaper, you're misinformed."
A comer
Hannah Goldfield says (In the New Yorker) that at a Portuguese restaurant on Sixth Avenue in New York City, one can get:
o "Iridescent grilled sardines, ribboned in vinegary peppers."
o "Earthy mouthfuls of warm, bright fava beans tossed with craggy morels and rich crumbles of crimson-tinged blood sausage."
o "Razor clams and pickled half-moon cucumber salad."
o "Deep fried salt-cod croquettes."
(Is your mouth watering yet? Mine is.)
The restaurant's name is Lupulo, which means "hops," and there are a dozen beers on tap... and I'm assuming one of those brands is Sagres, a Portuguese-brewed beer I like to have when I visit back in New Bedford.
But watchit, when you eat at Lupulo, make sure you understand that if you order the ruby-red prawns known as carabineros, that they are flown in from Portugual and will cost you $13 each.
When I eat at one of New Bedford's Portuguese Restaurants, I eschew the expensive stuff and stick with those wonderful Portuguese rolls slathered with butter, a nice bowl of kale soup, teamed with a large glass of Madiera wine, which I use to toast my genius half-brother Joe, who is of Portuguese descent.
The Push
This classic old joke was published in the Funny Times, and was presented by Phil Proctor. I plan to present it myself to my fellow AARP members next week: (I quote verbatim, I hope)
A man and his wife were awakened at 3 AM by a loud pounding on the door. The man gets up and goes to the door where a drunken stranger, standing in the pouring rain, is asking for a push.
"Not a chance," says the husband, "it is 3 in the morning!"
He slams the door and returns to bed.
"Who was that?" asks his wife, "Just some drunk guy asking for a push," he answers. "Did you help him"?" she asks. "NO, I did not; it is 3 in the morning and it is pouring rain out there!"
"Well , you have a short memory," says his wife. "Can't you remember about three months ago when we broke down, and those two guys helped us? I think you should help him, and you should be ashamed of yourself! God loves drunk people, too."
The man does as he is told, gets dressed, and goes out into the pounding rain. He calls out into the dark, "Hello, are you still there?"
"Yes," comes back the answer. "Do you still need a push?" calls out the husband. "Yes, please!" comes the reply from the dark. "Where are you?" asks the husband.
"Over here on the swing." replies the drunk.
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