Sunday, September 9, 2007

Bob's Blah Blog:

Hello, Hello, Hello.

Did everyone see the new picture of Usama "Butt" Laden? Is he wearing a fake beard or what? We looked at it and we think its phoney, tony baloney. Maybe he is taking chemo and has lost his hair? Take a good look at it it. If its real, its not good advertisment for "Just for Men" hair dying product. If I owned the company, I'd sue for some reason, like, like, like....I don't know, but I would.

Sorrow in the JR Nation. Junior Earnhardt didn't make it to the Chase this year. But he tried and isn't that all we can really ask for? Give it your best effort, and if you fall short, at least you have nothing to be ashamed of. Besides, who wants to be racing with those other neer do wells? He doesn't need them, they need him. Yeah.

We called our friend Anita S., the "Payroll Queen" the other day. She was absolutely thrilled to hear from us...must have been her first phone call of the day. She is retiring end of this month. Good for her. Known her for 25 years, all those years working in the Business Office, as old-timers call it. She found it odd we called our Garmin guidance system the "Queen" as she, too, is a "Queen." She waxed fondly about all the times she had to tell me where to go over the past 25 years (and it wasn't always to a nice place). That made us think about her truism, so we renamed the Garmin "Anita the Roadway Queen." So there, life has gone full circle. Hopefully, Gerri, the "Princess in Waiting," will ascend to the throne (First Desk) and assume the "Queenship" when Anita becomes the Immediate Past Queen. All hail the Queen.

Speaking of Anita the Roadway Queen, well ok, writing about Anita the Roadway Queen, someone (and I mean Corinne) said she would be lost without it on these backroads of York. I told her "as long as I am with her, she will never be lost." Is that smooth or what?

Found some pretty good info at the York County Heritage Trust center this past week. Almost done here, I think. Talked with a man there yesterday who recalls when back in the 60's when he was a young buck, going out to the Paupp farm to look at headstones. They were written in Deutsch (German for our none German speaking readers). He took his grandpa out with him to decipher the etchings, but when they got there, some other people with shovels were already there and they were digging. Everyone felt uncomfortable with each other, so the young buck and his grandpa decided it was best for them to leave. The other folks were probably grave robbers. He never went back to site, so he doesn't know what happened with the graveyard. My only concern with his story is his memory of where the graveyard was exactly. He seemed to recall it being across the Big Conewago Creek, which would not be Paupp land.

Also, reading about the history of Dover and the BCC, many huge floods came down the creek and they could have easily washed the graves away if they were down in the lowland near the creek. It is unknown where the graves were exactly, so who knows. An ancestor wrote a book about the first 200 years of Jacab Baab and he could not find the graves. He had three theories, or stories about where they were. Some say they washed away, some say they were on the neighbor's (in-laws) land, some say they are on the Baab farm but nobody remembers where they were buried. The farm was some 100 acres, so its anybody's guess where to look. We have found lots of other family grave headstones dating back to the 1800's and maybe one or two readable dating back to the late 1700's. Does anyone know of a process to clean headstones of algea, dirt etc, to bring out the etching to make it more readable?

Odd-servation: We visited a Giant grocery store the other day. Walking thru the parking lot, I noticed the shopping cart corral where patron are supposed to return the cards after use. What made this corral so unusual, to me, was the sign reading "pick up and return carts here." I don't know just how heavy shopping carts are, but I have no inclination to pick one up and carry it to the corral. Not for them, not for anyone. That's why they have teenagers working as carryouts. Can you image some "old mo or joe" reading that sign and doing what it said to do? I smell a disablity coming on.

A lot of the houses back here have a large star on one side or the other of them. Some are plainly painted, some are fancy. Most are the same size, but some are larger than the smaller ones. I asked at the YCHT center what that was all about. They said the stars are mostly just decorative in today's world, but the really old ones were used to hold the beams of the house and roof together where they all came together. After thinking about it for awhile, it made sense. Corinne noticed a medical symbol on one house and thought it probably indicated in the old days where a doctor lived. That makes sense, too.

Some other house, and some with the stars, have a small light lit in each window of the house at sunset. Not sure of the purpose, but it makes the house look nice at dark. Must be a holdover from olden days, like in the Hotel 6 radio commercial, "we'll keep a light on for you." Wouldn't it be nice to come home to a light in the window knowing it was for you and not for the burgulars ransacking your place?

Got the dually fixed. Apple Ford in Red Lion, PA did a good job and it only cost us $41 for a rental vehicle for the day. Seems they found a conflict between the exhaust system and a motor mount which they needed to neutralize. Anybody (Michael and Lynda S) have any idea what the heck they are talking about and why they would be in conflict?

Writing about Lynda S. reminded me of the dream I had last night. Seems we were at work with Sujo and decided to go for a walk or something. Ended up at my mom's house. Lynda was walking and Sujo was riding on the handlebars of my bicycle (lucky her). It took us forever to get to my mom's, so I decided to borrow one of the six or seven assorted vehicles (cars, trucks lawn tractors) parked in the driveway to drive us back to work. Only problem was, which vehicle to use as everyone had someplace to go and the cars were full of crap and what a disaster. Speaking of crap, only one toilet in the house was working at the time, and there were boarders living upstairs. It was getting dark. I was walking down the street with a little brother or maybe a nephew and there were cats, except one cat had been breed with a gerbil and looked very ugly. The little brother or nephew told me the animal belonged to my brother Charlie. I have analyzed this dream and figured out the meaning of it is...not to go to work. I guess I also shoudn't eat I-talian food before bed anymore.

Bobo