I got a nostalgic comic book for my birthday from Grasshopper No.1. It is from 1950 and is vintage Rocky Lane, the cowboy with his trusty steed "Black Jack". For some reason, I thought that Rocky's horse was named "Thunder". Who the hell does "Thunder" belong too? The comic book originally sold for 10 cents.and included the normal advertising for Daisy B-B guns, Double Bubble gum, Wheaties and Brownie cameras. Ah, the return to yesteryear!
Officially yesterday I signed up for another year of league golf at Chaska Golf Course. Insanity is believing that this year will be better that last. I sound like a baseball fan believing that the Brewers will do better this year. That is insanity.
This morning news includes the story about the Presidential plane flying low over the city of New York doing a "photo op". Turns out that the Mayor knew nothing about the photo shoot nor did the citizens of New York. How would you feel with this giant 747 air craft cruising over your city in the area of the Statute of Liberty and the fallen Twin Towers. Kind of scary after the 9/11 experience. Well all will be forgiven. After all it was the Obama administration that authorized it. Imagine if Bush had attempted the same thing.
Grandson Collin is signed up to play soccer with the "big boys" this summer. Returning college students and high school seniors have their own league. Tough, kick-ass soccer. Should be exciting.
Grandson Mitchell is signed up to play baseball. I think he plays outfield but I'm not sure.
Daughter-in Law, Shelby Jr. is off to France. I hope the aircraft has been dis-infected for the outbreak of swine flu. I don't know if the Mexican outbreak has reached France?
Grasshopper No.2 ran the "Crazylegs" five mile marathon on Saturday. I know she ran the course in 43:59 minutes (and seconds) but I am not sure how she finished among her peers. It rained for the whole race. Splish-splash, she got a bath for free.
So here we go. Spring-summer is beginning. Trees have buds. Grass is getting green. Boats are sitting in driveways being readied for the open water. Birds are "dumping" on my back deck. Let the seasonal symphony begin.
Love,
Dad
Red Ryder had a horse named Thunder