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Old post repeated...
Watching the weather for the Southeast coast today, I couldn’t help but remembering hurricane Andrew in Miami, remembering the time my wife and I were facing the possibility of a hurricane.
I was ready for it, but my wife was not. When the wind reached a screaming pitch and the trees snapped, the rain streamed horizontally, roofs were flying, fences were flattened, etc., my wife was rooted to the spot. She stared and stared through the glass of the window, Immovable,with her nose pressed to the windowpane. The stark fear in her eyes will stay with me forever.
Fortunately, as the eye of the storm arrived and the winds temporarily lessened, I was able to open the door and let her in.
One lazy Sunday morning Bob and Louise were quiet and thoughtful, sitting around the breakfast table when Bob said to her unexpectedly, “When I die, I want you to sell all my stuff, immediately.”“Now why would you want me to do something like that?” Louise asked.
“I figure a woman as fine as yourself would eventually remarry and I don’t want some other jerk using my stuff.”
Louise looked at him intently and said: “Bob, what makes you think I’d marry another jerk?”
At least her mind is still working fine at that age. :)
I recently read a story about a ball player who was beaned by a pitcher in the bottom of the sixth inning.
Can someone tell me where on the body that is?