Grannies Who Break Wind, and Other Random Questions
On Friday’s Struggle Bus
I love Grannies.
I believe everybody does, so this story is in no way anti-granny, but someone recently asked me about this phenomenon, and I thought back to my own youth.
Occasionally, a granny’s hearing may be impaired by her loud TV. Or maybe it’s just not as sharp as it once was.
Like when mine could HEAR me trying to sneak a smoke behind Jim Oxford’s garage three blocks away.
For different reasons, but there may come a time when she is fairly confident that since she didn’t hear it, nobody else would either.
The senses wane. As we get older, we use more cologne to achieve the same effect on our own snouts. We turn up the radio. Use a magnifying glass. We may even dye our hair with shoe polish.
I am not actually saying that is the equivalent of my dad going from paddling me when I was a youth, to holding me down and beating me with a two-by-four when I was two years older, but there is a natural progression with age to a more dramatic, if not less perceptive state of being.
The most important thing to know and remember about grannies is that just as dramatic and inflated they may grow regarding everything else, that’s not nearly as much as they grow in their love for their grandkids.
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Nashville News.
We have a state here called Tennessee, and a capital city called Nashville.
They have their own laws and their own leaders. Each believes its own power is greater.
The state wanted to have a convention in the capital. The city blocked it.
Somebody mentioned recently that seven hundred members seemed a bit high for a city council to have and pay. The state agreed and started working on a state law to help it lose some weight.
Now we are engaged in a great civil war testing whether that state or any state so conceived… you get the picture.
Approximately half of the citizens have a “not in my yard” attitude toward progress, and the other half are demanding it faster and faster.
So this column will be a lot of fun. Not only are we Music City music mecca, but we are also home of the world’s largest arm wrestling contest.
I will keep you posted. (I think I have around 550 other stories here on Medium if you enjoyed this one. A couple of sweet ones live in THIS LIST FOLDER.)
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