Opinion: Thanks for the laughs, 2015

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Every December I look back at all the people who deserve thanks for helping me find a little humor in everyday life…

Thanks to the young man who came to our door and convinced me to switch my cable provider. He asked how long it usually took me to get on the Internet. “Well, I start in the kitchen, getting a beverage. Then, with this pesky knee of mine, it takes me quite a while to get down the stairs to the computer. By the time I find my glasses, we’re looking at eight to ten minutes.”

Thanks to my plumber, Rex, and my computer geek, Kevin, both of whom charge $100 just for walking in the door. Rex usually brings a plunger and is gone in five minutes. And Kevin, a couple of times, just plugged my printer back into the outlet. As my mother used to say, “They sure have your number.” They do. But I’m glad I have theirs, too.

To Bruce at Butler Hyundai who sold me a new car that has a steering wheel with 12 buttons on it, more than a corset from the Elizabethan era, and probably just as difficult for an inexperienced guy like me to manage. There are also four buttons on the rearview mirror, including a garage door opener, which Bruce told me I would have to sync with my old garage door opener. Or was it my laptop? No, maybe it was my smart phone. No matter. When he said sync, I knew I was sunk.

To my wife, who points at everything. “Look at the sky,” she’ll say and point – like I don’t know where the sky is. And when she wants me to turn right, out comes that finger. On a recent trip, she asked, “Don’t you want me to point out things of interest?” “Yes,” I told her, “but I don’t want you to actually point at them.”

To all my friends at my 50th high school reunion, where I learned many things. Here are two. First, if you wear the wrong name tag, most people won’t know the difference for at least an hour. And second, even though the guys I hung out with in 1965 didn’t take drugs, now we all do.

To our friends from church who organized a bocce ball tournament. We didn’t know the rules, so I bought a book online called “The Joy of Bocce.” I already owned “The Joy of Cooking” and “The Joy of Sex,” although both of them were put in storage before we started to remodel our kitchen.

Thanks to Mary Ellen, again, who upon checking our email confirmation for our hotel in Washington, D.C., last spring, casually mentioned that we weren’t as close to the downtown area as she had wanted. “How far are we?” I asked. “About 2,300 miles,” she said. I had booked a hotel in Seattle, Wash., by mistake.

And finally, to the authors of my favorite publication of 2015, “iPads for Seniors for Dummies,” a book the publishers say is for people with no experience with tablets. Wait, seniors take several tablets every morning. The introduction says that with your new iPad you can “have fun, explore the online world, and look at naughty videos.” It doesn’t really say that, but they could use something to get my generation into the Apple Store.

 


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Opinion: Thanks for the laughs, 2015

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Every December I look back at all the people who deserve thanks for helping me find a little humor in everyday life…

Thanks to the young man who came to our door and convinced me to switch my cable provider. He asked how long it usually took me to get on the Internet. “Well, I start in the kitchen, getting a beverage. Then, with this pesky knee of mine, it takes me quite a while to get down the stairs to the computer. By the time I find my glasses, we’re looking at eight to ten minutes.”

Thanks to my plumber, Rex, and my computer geek, Kevin, both of whom charge $100 just for walking in the door. Rex usually brings a plunger and is gone in five minutes. And Kevin, a couple of times, just plugged my printer back into the outlet. As my mother used to say, “They sure have your number.” They do. But I’m glad I have theirs, too.

To Bruce at Butler Hyundai who sold me a new car that has a steering wheel with 12 buttons on it, more than a corset from the Elizabethan era, and probably just as difficult for an inexperienced guy like me to manage. There are also four buttons on the rearview mirror, including a garage door opener, which Bruce told me I would have to sync with my old garage door opener. Or was it my laptop? No, maybe it was my smart phone. No matter. When he said sync, I knew I was sunk.

To my wife, who points at everything. “Look at the sky,” she’ll say and point – like I don’t know where the sky is. And when she wants me to turn right, out comes that finger. On a recent trip, she asked, “Don’t you want me to point out things of interest?” “Yes,” I told her, “but I don’t want you to actually point at them.”

To all my friends at my 50th high school reunion, where I learned many things. Here are two. First, if you wear the wrong name tag, most people won’t know the difference for at least an hour. And second, even though the guys I hung out with in 1965 didn’t take drugs, now we all do.

To our friends from church who organized a bocce ball tournament. We didn’t know the rules, so I bought a book online called “The Joy of Bocce.” I already owned “The Joy of Cooking” and “The Joy of Sex,” although both of them were put in storage before we started to remodel our kitchen.

Thanks to Mary Ellen, again, who upon checking our email confirmation for our hotel in Washington, D.C., last spring, casually mentioned that we weren’t as close to the downtown area as she had wanted. “How far are we?” I asked. “About 2,300 miles,” she said. I had booked a hotel in Seattle, Wash., by mistake.

And finally, to the authors of my favorite publication of 2015, “iPads for Seniors for Dummies,” a book the publishers say is for people with no experience with tablets. Wait, seniors take several tablets every morning. The introduction says that with your new iPad you can “have fun, explore the online world, and look at naughty videos.” It doesn’t really say that, but they could use something to get my generation into the Apple Store.

 


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Opinion: Thanks for the laughs, 2015

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Every December I look back at all the people who deserve thanks for helping me find a little humor in everyday life…

Thanks to the young man who came to our door and convinced me to switch my cable provider. He asked how long it usually took me to get on the Internet. “Well, I start in the kitchen, getting a beverage. Then, with this pesky knee of mine, it takes me quite a while to get down the stairs to the computer. By the time I find my glasses, we’re looking at eight to ten minutes.”

Thanks to my plumber, Rex, and my computer geek, Kevin, both of whom charge $100 just for walking in the door. Rex usually brings a plunger and is gone in five minutes. And Kevin, a couple of times, just plugged my printer back into the outlet. As my mother used to say, “They sure have your number.” They do. But I’m glad I have theirs, too.

To Bruce at Butler Hyundai who sold me a new car that has a steering wheel with 12 buttons on it, more than a corset from the Elizabethan era, and probably just as difficult for an inexperienced guy like me to manage. There are also four buttons on the rearview mirror, including a garage door opener, which Bruce told me I would have to sync with my old garage door opener. Or was it my laptop? No, maybe it was my smart phone. No matter. When he said sync, I knew I was sunk.

To my wife, who points at everything. “Look at the sky,” she’ll say and point – like I don’t know where the sky is. And when she wants me to turn right, out comes that finger. On a recent trip, she asked, “Don’t you want me to point out things of interest?” “Yes,” I told her, “but I don’t want you to actually point at them.”

To all my friends at my 50th high school reunion, where I learned many things. Here are two. First, if you wear the wrong name tag, most people won’t know the difference for at least an hour. And second, even though the guys I hung out with in 1965 didn’t take drugs, now we all do.

To our friends from church who organized a bocce ball tournament. We didn’t know the rules, so I bought a book online called “The Joy of Bocce.” I already owned “The Joy of Cooking” and “The Joy of Sex,” although both of them were put in storage before we started to remodel our kitchen.

Thanks to Mary Ellen, again, who upon checking our email confirmation for our hotel in Washington, D.C., last spring, casually mentioned that we weren’t as close to the downtown area as she had wanted. “How far are we?” I asked. “About 2,300 miles,” she said. I had booked a hotel in Seattle, Wash., by mistake.

And finally, to the authors of my favorite publication of 2015, “iPads for Seniors for Dummies,” a book the publishers say is for people with no experience with tablets. Wait, seniors take several tablets every morning. The introduction says that with your new iPad you can “have fun, explore the online world, and look at naughty videos.” It doesn’t really say that, but they could use something to get my generation into the Apple Store.

 


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Opinion: Thanks for the laughs, 2015

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Every December I look back at all the people who deserve thanks for helping me find a little humor in everyday life…

Thanks to the young man who came to our door and convinced me to switch my cable provider. He asked how long it usually took me to get on the Internet. “Well, I start in the kitchen, getting a beverage. Then, with this pesky knee of mine, it takes me quite a while to get down the stairs to the computer. By the time I find my glasses, we’re looking at eight to ten minutes.”

Thanks to my plumber, Rex, and my computer geek, Kevin, both of whom charge $100 just for walking in the door. Rex usually brings a plunger and is gone in five minutes. And Kevin, a couple of times, just plugged my printer back into the outlet. As my mother used to say, “They sure have your number.” They do. But I’m glad I have theirs, too.

To Bruce at Butler Hyundai who sold me a new car that has a steering wheel with 12 buttons on it, more than a corset from the Elizabethan era, and probably just as difficult for an inexperienced guy like me to manage. There are also four buttons on the rearview mirror, including a garage door opener, which Bruce told me I would have to sync with my old garage door opener. Or was it my laptop? No, maybe it was my smart phone. No matter. When he said sync, I knew I was sunk.

To my wife, who points at everything. “Look at the sky,” she’ll say and point – like I don’t know where the sky is. And when she wants me to turn right, out comes that finger. On a recent trip, she asked, “Don’t you want me to point out things of interest?” “Yes,” I told her, “but I don’t want you to actually point at them.”

To all my friends at my 50th high school reunion, where I learned many things. Here are two. First, if you wear the wrong name tag, most people won’t know the difference for at least an hour. And second, even though the guys I hung out with in 1965 didn’t take drugs, now we all do.

To our friends from church who organized a bocce ball tournament. We didn’t know the rules, so I bought a book online called “The Joy of Bocce.” I already owned “The Joy of Cooking” and “The Joy of Sex,” although both of them were put in storage before we started to remodel our kitchen.

Thanks to Mary Ellen, again, who upon checking our email confirmation for our hotel in Washington, D.C., last spring, casually mentioned that we weren’t as close to the downtown area as she had wanted. “How far are we?” I asked. “About 2,300 miles,” she said. I had booked a hotel in Seattle, Wash., by mistake.

And finally, to the authors of my favorite publication of 2015, “iPads for Seniors for Dummies,” a book the publishers say is for people with no experience with tablets. Wait, seniors take several tablets every morning. The introduction says that with your new iPad you can “have fun, explore the online world, and look at naughty videos.” It doesn’t really say that, but they could use something to get my generation into the Apple Store.

 


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Opinion: Thanks for the laughs, 2015

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Every December I look back at all the people who deserve thanks for helping me find a little humor in everyday life…

Thanks to the young man who came to our door and convinced me to switch my cable provider. He asked how long it usually took me to get on the Internet. “Well, I start in the kitchen, getting a beverage. Then, with this pesky knee of mine, it takes me quite a while to get down the stairs to the computer. By the time I find my glasses, we’re looking at eight to ten minutes.”

Thanks to my plumber, Rex, and my computer geek, Kevin, both of whom charge $100 just for walking in the door. Rex usually brings a plunger and is gone in five minutes. And Kevin, a couple of times, just plugged my printer back into the outlet. As my mother used to say, “They sure have your number.” They do. But I’m glad I have theirs, too.

To Bruce at Butler Hyundai who sold me a new car that has a steering wheel with 12 buttons on it, more than a corset from the Elizabethan era, and probably just as difficult for an inexperienced guy like me to manage. There are also four buttons on the rearview mirror, including a garage door opener, which Bruce told me I would have to sync with my old garage door opener. Or was it my laptop? No, maybe it was my smart phone. No matter. When he said sync, I knew I was sunk.

To my wife, who points at everything. “Look at the sky,” she’ll say and point – like I don’t know where the sky is. And when she wants me to turn right, out comes that finger. On a recent trip, she asked, “Don’t you want me to point out things of interest?” “Yes,” I told her, “but I don’t want you to actually point at them.”

To all my friends at my 50th high school reunion, where I learned many things. Here are two. First, if you wear the wrong name tag, most people won’t know the difference for at least an hour. And second, even though the guys I hung out with in 1965 didn’t take drugs, now we all do.

To our friends from church who organized a bocce ball tournament. We didn’t know the rules, so I bought a book online called “The Joy of Bocce.” I already owned “The Joy of Cooking” and “The Joy of Sex,” although both of them were put in storage before we started to remodel our kitchen.

Thanks to Mary Ellen, again, who upon checking our email confirmation for our hotel in Washington, D.C., last spring, casually mentioned that we weren’t as close to the downtown area as she had wanted. “How far are we?” I asked. “About 2,300 miles,” she said. I had booked a hotel in Seattle, Wash., by mistake.

And finally, to the authors of my favorite publication of 2015, “iPads for Seniors for Dummies,” a book the publishers say is for people with no experience with tablets. Wait, seniors take several tablets every morning. The introduction says that with your new iPad you can “have fun, explore the online world, and look at naughty videos.” It doesn’t really say that, but they could use something to get my generation into the Apple Store.

 


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Opinion: Thanks for the laughs, 2015

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Every December I look back at all the people who deserve thanks for helping me find a little humor in everyday life…

Thanks to the young man who came to our door and convinced me to switch my cable provider. He asked how long it usually took me to get on the Internet. “Well, I start in the kitchen, getting a beverage. Then, with this pesky knee of mine, it takes me quite a while to get down the stairs to the computer. By the time I find my glasses, we’re looking at eight to ten minutes.”

Thanks to my plumber, Rex, and my computer geek, Kevin, both of whom charge $100 just for walking in the door. Rex usually brings a plunger and is gone in five minutes. And Kevin, a couple of times, just plugged my printer back into the outlet. As my mother used to say, “They sure have your number.” They do. But I’m glad I have theirs, too.

To Bruce at Butler Hyundai who sold me a new car that has a steering wheel with 12 buttons on it, more than a corset from the Elizabethan era, and probably just as difficult for an inexperienced guy like me to manage. There are also four buttons on the rearview mirror, including a garage door opener, which Bruce told me I would have to sync with my old garage door opener. Or was it my laptop? No, maybe it was my smart phone. No matter. When he said sync, I knew I was sunk.

To my wife, who points at everything. “Look at the sky,” she’ll say and point – like I don’t know where the sky is. And when she wants me to turn right, out comes that finger. On a recent trip, she asked, “Don’t you want me to point out things of interest?” “Yes,” I told her, “but I don’t want you to actually point at them.”

To all my friends at my 50th high school reunion, where I learned many things. Here are two. First, if you wear the wrong name tag, most people won’t know the difference for at least an hour. And second, even though the guys I hung out with in 1965 didn’t take drugs, now we all do.

To our friends from church who organized a bocce ball tournament. We didn’t know the rules, so I bought a book online called “The Joy of Bocce.” I already owned “The Joy of Cooking” and “The Joy of Sex,” although both of them were put in storage before we started to remodel our kitchen.

Thanks to Mary Ellen, again, who upon checking our email confirmation for our hotel in Washington, D.C., last spring, casually mentioned that we weren’t as close to the downtown area as she had wanted. “How far are we?” I asked. “About 2,300 miles,” she said. I had booked a hotel in Seattle, Wash., by mistake.

And finally, to the authors of my favorite publication of 2015, “iPads for Seniors for Dummies,” a book the publishers say is for people with no experience with tablets. Wait, seniors take several tablets every morning. The introduction says that with your new iPad you can “have fun, explore the online world, and look at naughty videos.” It doesn’t really say that, but they could use something to get my generation into the Apple Store.

 


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