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Goodie-goodie: This and that; I love this and that: 

Do we always know what we are putting on, or into our bodies? 

Recently I read the fine print on one of my body products. It contained the following: di-propylene glycol, water, propylene glycol, sodium stearate, PPG-3 myristyl ether, tetra-sodium edta, violet 2, and green 6. Here is what it’s supposed to do: contains odor-fighting “atomic robots” that shoot lasers” at your “stench monsters” and replaces them with fresh, clean, masculine “scent elves”. 

Is this from outer space? No. It’s made in Cincinnati, Ohio. Right here on earth.  It’s my deodorant. 

I read somewhere that in the 1950’s parents encouraged, even demanded, that their children go to college. 

Not altogether so, I started to college in 1951. But I disappointed my mother. She wanted me to be a bookkeeper, or a gospel piano player. Neither required a college degree-far as I know. 

I suppose it’s a woman thing. At Christmas first wife Bett insists on keeping all the ribbons and boxes etc. Christmas gifts came in. “Where are you going to keep all of this?” I asked 

“We’ll store it.” 

“Where?” I asked again. 

“Don’t worry about it, is the reply.

Oh, I’m not worried. As I sit here scratching this visit with you, I see three empty boxes behind a living chair; at least three empty packages on the dining table- one under the table; some behind the couch… there is more I’ll not mention.  

I’m talking at least 13 days since Christmas. 

We are told by the Home Builders Association fifty-eight percent of American Households own at least two cars. But only 15 percent of us park any car in the garage, and many have garages big enough for three or more cars. What gives? Our garages are full of stuff. Not cars. Why do we have so much stuff? 

Our geography lesson tells us: Americans have 3.7 million square miles to fill, from “sea to shining sea.” Quite a stretch. We do what comes naturally; for thousands of years humans have been busy filling empty space. It seems we hate a vacuum.

From Gladys’ and Luther’s baby boy: 

Kindest regards…..