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Butch Furse
We’ve been doing a little thinking. My Betterhalf says that my thinking worries her and others claim even a “little thinking” is impossible for me. My thoughts were directed to the subject of denim overalls since I read a news item awhile back telling about a featured exhibit of denim overalls sponsored by the Table Rock Historical Society in that community.
I’ve noticed the denim bibs have made a comeback and are now considered fashionable. In my youth I quit wearing bibs by the second grade and advanced to only waist-belted jeans or corduroys. Besides, for the past couple of decades our oldest son routinely wore denim bibs to work and since retiring still has his bibs dominating his fashion style. Simply put, he claims they are comfortable.
Since my retirement and more idle time, I’ve been even giving it more serious consideration. It is claimed when a man is seen wearing bibs, the general public assumes he is hard working. Now that’s an image I can really use. A new pair of denim bids is going into my future!
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The future ain’t what is used to be. The more unpredictable the world becomes, the more we rely on predictions.
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Years ago our home was nearly swamped with houseplants, The Betterhalf had an assortment of plants and even a couple of “bucket trees” that she refused to part with. Finally, she conceded and trimmed her plant numbers to approximate dozen that are mostly African Violets and one mature plant that she has watered since 1988.
I honestly think it wasn’t because of my nagging about our indoor jungle that caused her to downsize. I think the turning point for the reduction of particularly the tree-like plants came a year ago when a new household dog arrived on the scene and sometimes didn’t take the word, “housebroken” seriously.
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“Daddy,” said Bobby, “don’t they ever give any showers for the groom?”
“No son,” replied the dad, “there will be plenty of storms for him after the bride begins to reign.”
RL Furse is publisher emeritus of the News-Register
