Partly Nonsense

I can now say that I have finally won a game of chess. But the accomplishment needs an asterisk. The win came against my 4-year-old grandson Alex, but only because he told me what to do to get the job done.

He spent about five minutes explaining how the game is played and what pieces can move which way and where. He kept telling me where to move and soon I had his king.

Asked if he wanted another game to even the score, he said no and moved me into countless games of Uno. Then his little brother Louie wanted to play too, and for about two hours I played Uno with a 2- and a 4-year-old. That was about as much fun as I’ve had in a long time. They would have played all night.

The Atlanta TV stations were warning everyone that it might freeze that night and not to be caught off-guard. Knowing there were transplants from the north watching, my kids acknowledged this might sound a little silly to us. Which it did.

This trip to Atlanta was aboard the new airline AirTran. This was a first for me. I hope everyone who can will use this new airline, which was brought to Wichita and bought by the city of Wichita to lower air fares out of Mid-Continent Airport. We need those lower fares. The flights were routine-which is what you want them to be. They left on time and arrived on time. And the planes looked to be almost new. None of the flights were even close to being full, which makes me wonder how long AirTran can stay after the subsidy ends. What they have done, though, is save everyone money on all carriers which fly in and out of Wichita.

I usually end up at Home Depot with son-in-law George while in Atlanta, and this time was no exception. I always find something there that is absolutely amazing. There was only one checkout counter open and the line had become quite long. So a guy opens up another one but yells: “Check or credit only. No cash.”

Everybody looks at one another with disbelief and mouths the words in unison, “No cash?” I don’t see that happening here any time soon.

“Waiter, there’s a fly in my soup!”

“Couldn’t be, sir. The cook used them all in the raisin bread.”

Grandpa and Grandma Cameli were in town, too. Grandpa C. was wiring lights in George and Amy’s new backyard shop while I was helping nail on siding. In comes Alex and says the light switch is upside-down. He said “off” is down and “on” is up. We looked and he was right. The kid is only 4!

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