I was recently searching the San Diego area for an affordable place to stay for our anniversary trip, and I came across the town of Poway. Have you ever heard of it? If not, then you never watched the reality show Family Plots about a family-owned funeral home there. Amazingly, it was on for four seasons.
Remembering that show brings to mind Six Feet Under. That HBO show ran for six seasons, and is one of the best finales I have ever seen. It revealed the future lives (and deaths) of all the main characters. Don't get me started about finales, though, because then we'd have to mention the end of Newhart and the nod back to his previous TV series. If you want to remember it yourself, you can probably find it on Youtube, or read about it in The Last Newhart section on this page.
For some reason, I was thinking about how I think back nostalgically to the music of The Beatles, CSNY, etc. Do you think our kids' generation will do the same with music of Nirvana? And what will their kids think of?
Does your company have any required training during the year. Ours does, and a new one was just announced yesterday. We have to take it (online) by the end of August. Here's what I say to that.
Have you seen that Monty Python is getting together for one final final show? If not, read this. Anyway, I read about Mick Jagger teasing the guys in a promo video, which you can see here. I liked that he called them "wrinkly old men trying to relive their youth and make a load of money".
Time for installment three (of four, I think) of There's No Mayonnaise in Ireland by Will Stanton.
British women are especially confusing to me. I met one at a party who mentioned that she and her husband had recently bought a neighboring farm with a very old home on it. I knew the place and asked if they were enjoying it.
"Yes," she said, "it suits us very well. We have ghosts, you know."
"No," I said, "I didn't. It's funny I've never heard about them before."
"Well," she said, "they weren't there before."
"You mean you brought them with you?"
"Yes, of course," she said. Her raised eyebrow seemed to mean that she was extra interested in our conversation, so I kept talking.
"We had one in the house when I was a boy," I said.
"You don't say," she replied. "In the house?"
"My parents always said I was imagining things, but I could hear it in the attic. Sometimes it would even come into my room."
"And it didn't bother you?"
"Oh, no," I said. "I've always been quite fond of them."
"How extraordinary!" she said.
"What's that?" It was her husband, who had just come up.
"This gentleman and I have been having a most unusual conversation," she said. "About goats."
As I mentioned previously, tomorrow is a holiday and I will not be posting a blog entry. You are welcome to come by and enjoy earlier posts, but there will not be a new one. Have a great holiday, my friends.
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