Mid October 2014/2557 Issue 31
All material in this publication is highly copyrighted by Al Reynolds 2014
Highly Copyrighted Material is material I don’t even know about and beyond.
All is right with the world when your toilet flushes.
Suddenly salt is okay. When I was a kid sugar was the bad but milk was the good. Do you remember when beef was good for you and eggs were the pits? A while back we were told to avoid coffee. Now coffee is good. Honey is the only consistent good food…. Ahhhnnnn, nothing like honey over hot homemade biscuits.
I have a recipe for old fashioned rice pudding using instant rice.
I wish I had a body I could photograph nude…
The Chef’s Table is the official site for the Club Brunch on Wednesdays….No business is conducted… Monday it is either the Book House or Nobi’s whichever suits…The Good Corner on Friday at 10:00am.
The women have been coming to these Brunches for a while… they gather their own group at our breakfast venue and then walk off to a restaurant around the corner that serves their kind of food. It is our opinion that the ladies really enjoy getting together for these brunches… Bring your lady along.
I visited a hospital in a most devious way… I’m confessing to you now with an eye toward fame.
I received one of those ads for a free MRI and recognizing a ripe fraud but knowing I am above being bojangled into treatments falsely diagnosed I contacted the hospital to make my free appointment.
My motive was most one sided. I was less concerned with getting a free diagnosis as I was putting their medical staff to the test… It was my forgone conclusion that “My free test” would result in false diagnostics a mile long. I wondered how many diseases I was going to be tagged. I braced myself for a report of more diseases than a rat’s tail… if you can imagine that!
The MRI was cranked up and as instructed I held perfectly motionless as that horrible machine examined me from head to toe. I’m here to report I emerged none the worse for wear.
Surprisingly their machine substantiated what I already knew; that I am a most healthy specimen of the human race. What do you think about that…? A win-win experience for me…I bet there is some envy here… Do you want to publish my story?
May we call you Sir Sid?
Too bad they didn’t run you on one of those machines that diagnoses enlarged Blathering egos…
The Editorial Staff
Double- oh- seven again?
What if somebody wants to be Double-Oh-Eight? Why are we stuck on seven?
Bond…. James Bond, was my favorite from the get-go. Then there was another seven and another seven and I believe if I haven’t lost count still another seven…why haven’t we moved on to eight, nine, ten; all the way to Double-Oh-Eleven?
You can only have one Superman, one Batman, one Spiderman and one Captain America for sure but if you are running a spy agency you can have all the secret agents you want to have. I’ll never understand the British Secret Service…
The way we treat cancer today will be considered barbaric a few years from now. It wasn’t long ago that we bled people and thought that was good… Today we look back and think of that practice as being barbaric. We did other strange things too…. We shipped Tuberculosis patients off to somewhere hidden and we dunked Encephalitis patients in cold water until they confessed or something like that…The authorities in Salem aren’t ready to talk about this one just yet…
I surely hope someone finds an easy cure for cancer soon…. Chemotherapy is just too radical and a mite barbaric for now.
When I was young I had neighbors who had been born in the late eighteen hundreds…. They were old. As time passed the old people moved closer…. Soon the old guys were the ones who had been born around 1911 or 1912. It didn’t stop there but I didn’t notice because I took my eyes off the ball… Joan Rivers has died at age eighty-one. She was born in 1933… That is just down the street from me.
Where am I on the food chain?
At my age I feel like a grouper. I feel like I lay about the bottom waiting for food to swim to me… then I inhale… I suck up anything within reach.…. Those days of being a Barracuda are over. I have to look up from the bottom and around all that coral to catch a glimpse of my former self jetting through the water snatching prey here and there… Those days are gone…
My first stop in the morning is the computer… I flick that thing on and dive into the news ofthe day that is called FaceBook. I live there. Not for the news, I live there until my bowels start to work. It’s all part of being a grouper…
The Editor’s unabashed sales pitch
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