Since I'm busy working on the postcards, I didn't have time to write a post today. So I have a guest poster! And before I introduce him, don't forget to head over to Burt Reynolds' Mustache to read my post from yesterday. It's lonely and needs your comments.
This man has known me for over 30 years. He's a 73-year old entrepreneur, an amateur comedian, a Masshole, and my grandfather. Please welcome my Papa.
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First, let me tell you that if it wasn't for my grandson, this post would be in all capital letters. Apparently in the world of the internet this is considered shouting, and I have been shouting every time I have sent an email for the last few years.
Now, when Ahmoo (we call him Ahmoo because that's the only way his little brother could say his name many years ago) told me he wanted me to write a guest post for his blog, I had no idea what a blog even was. He explained that it was like an online diary, which doesn't make a lick of sense to me. It seems a diary should be private, but what do I know? In my day, the only people who kept diaries were little girls. I hope Ahmoo's not a little girl. Although, now that I think about it, we don't have any great-grandkids yet!
I wish that was going to be the only time that I said "In my day", but it's not. You see, I've spent quite a bit of time on the internet using ebay and buying and selling my figurines. I get lots of emails that seem to be hoaxes and scams from people telling me that I need to click here and type this to verify my account or password. Before I do anything, though, I always forward it to Ahmoo for him to tell me if it's legitimate or not.
The thing is, he always responds in about 20 seconds, no matter what time of day or night. And that's just not normal, to be spending so much time on the computer, every single day of the week. In my day, we were active. We would do yard work and help family members and have a "honey-do" list of everything that needed fixing around the house. We would listen to the radio occasionally, and when television was around, we might watch Ed Sullivan once in a while. But it just seems abnormal to be parked in front of a giant box all day long, staring at a screen until your eyes go bad.
It's okay, though. Ahmoo's a good kid. I've watched him grow up (and grow and grow and grow, if you know what I mean), and he hasn't turned out half-bad. There was that time where he joined the circus but got kicked out because he couldn't fit in the tiny clown car. And when he got his head stuck in a toilet as a boy, we worried that he might not be too smart, but he proved us wrong. Sometimes. It's amazing how some of the smart ones never have any common sense.
Anyways, I am not sure really what else to write, but I thought I'd share one more embarrassing story. When Ahmoo was two years old, I would drive him to pre-school early in the morning. Part of our trip took us up a hill, and at the top, you could see the Tomoka River. We played a game called "I can see the river first." However, I would always distract him in some way and then, as we reached the top, I would shout, "I can see the river first!" And Ahmoo would cry and cry. This might explain why he's so competitive about everything now!
Okay, now back to my Hummels. Get off my lawn!
-PAPA
