Painfully slow news day in Savannah?

86-Year Old Recovering From 2nd Heart Attack

Mike and I aren’t usually in the habit of answering our home phone. We tend to let it kick to the answering machine and screen calls. For the last week or so, we’ve chosen to amuse ourselves by answering it from time to time. It’s proving to be somewhat effective.

Earlier this week, we answered a call that came up on the caller ID as ‘unknown name & unknown number.’ Usually this is a sales call, but we were surprised to find that it was phone SPAM for Georgia Lt. Governor candidate Greg Hecht. It was very cheesy and resulted with Mike emailing Hecht’s campaign and telling them what was wrong with their call, their website, and how to improve. Mike can be so helpful that way.

Then just tonight, we get a call onto one of our alternative ring lines. Just before it went to the answering machine, Mike notices the caller ID says ‘Gallup’ and he was on it. He said most of the questions involved personal debt and energy usage. I’m sure we’ll detail it more on next the broadcast of America’s Debate Radio so be sure to tune in.

So the lesson is that answering the phone can sometimes be fun. But I won’t be making a habit of it.

Yesterday, Mike and I attempted to get out to Tybee Island. Unfortunately, it was 93 degrees and everyone and their visiting relatives had the same idea. There was not a legal parking space available on the island. With our luck being of the Murphy variety, we were not about to risk what we saw others doing - parking in unmetered spots. Tybee doesn’t screw around when it comes to parking enforcement. I don’t blame them. It’s a sweet source of revenue. Of course, this meant we saw people with multiple tickets on their cars. What’s worse is we saw people pulling up right behind the cars with numerous tickets and parking. Hope that $30 spot was worth it.

To celebrate the resurrection of Christ, we went to see the Savannah Sand Gnats lose to the Asheville Tourists. Well, perhaps our motive wasn’t exactly religious, but it was spent with family and it was a lovely way to pass the afternoon. It was a bit hot, however. Mike snapped proof:

We rounded out the evening with a delicious southern fried chicken dinner. We’ll wait until next week for ham when the unsold easter meat goes on discount. Mmmm, discount meat.

Happy Eastra!

Overkill?

We have a 67 Page .pdf to explain simply how our laws are made.

From the document:

This brochure is intended to provide a basic outline of the numerous steps of our federal lawmaking process…

I’ve never heard of a 67 page brochure. If this is the basic outline, imagine the detailed version.

Februarys in the late 70s/early 80s, my dad had an old friend visit from Champaign and they would go to the Chicago Auto Show.

These visits were insignificant to me most years. However at 4, I found myself, along with my family and this friend traveling to some place not now remembered. The friend says to my parents, “Hey, you guys wanna go get some F-O-O-D?”

“Yeah!!” ” I responded in an outdoor voice.

His attempt to kid-proof his sentence had failed. My parents laughed and advised him that trick didn’t work on me anymore. It was at that moment, I had cognizance of my ability to read. Before then, I knew I had been taught the basics of reading. My parents were very good about that from a very early age. But it was that night, that ride, that I was first truly aware of the usefulness of my new ability.

Ok, so I wouldn’t have put it like that at age 4. But the fact that I still rather vividly recall the smug satisfaction I felt at deciphering my dad’s friend’s code is the reason this event stands out as the first time I knew I could read.

Inspiration - when did you first become aware you could read?