ORIGINALLY WRITTEN JOEL KLAASSEN
Free Press sportswriter Andrew Ottoson is, in my view, a deep thinker. He posed the following question as we were munching on a large assortment of food treats at the office. Why do we eat summer sausage in the winter but don’t recall eating it in the summer?
In the strange happenings category, I was standing at the counter of a local business waiting for service this past week when all of a sudden it felt like all of the bones in my left foot had become tangled up or wrenched, broken or cracked from my big toe to my heel. I did nothing to cause any pain as far as I know.
It was painful for the rest of the day and into the early morning the next day. I could barely walk across the street.
Then I went home and took a shower and magically it was healed. Is this what happens when you get past a certain age?
Tell me it ain’t so.
I have received many great Christmas gifts through the years, but this year I may have hit the jackpot.
About a year ago our landlord decided to replace some of the tile in our shower. While the workmen were in there, they replaced the plumbing too and did away with the shower head that we liked and replaced it with one we hated.
I am happy to say my fine wife bought me/us a new shower head and now I am having trouble getting out of the shower because it feels so good.
Our can opener was in sorry shape, so I went down to Hillsboro True Value to look for a new electric model. I inspected some of the models on the shelf but didn’t see anything that looked any better than what we had.
Then Laurie came to the rescue and suggested I purchase a wall-mounted, hand-crank model that she has and loves.
I asked if they had a left-handed version, but they didn’t. I went ahead and bought it, took it home and mounted it. Then Nancy comes home and says it won’t work for her since she is left-handed.
Now I get to open all of the cans, but it’s a great feeling to know we now have a very solid piece of kitchen equipment that will never fail. There’s nothing like something that will always work.
When I heard that the U.S. Postal Service would be closed on Tuesday last week in honor of President Gerald Ford, I thought we’d be in trouble for getting the paper out on time. Thanks to a couple of very nice employees there, we managed just fine.
Aaron Reimer was the first boss I ever had in my working career, which started at the Hillsboro Star-Journal in 1959. He taught me the printing trade from top to bottom. Some of the lessons I learned about the trade and rules of typography I am still using today.
Now that he has died, I will miss seeing him at Parkside Homes, where he always had a friendly greeting for me. He was always interested in what we were doing at the paper these days and the new technology that came along well after he had retired from the printing trade.
Aaron also was an artist and sign painter. I’ll always remember the nights I spent with him at the old Tip Top Dairies garage (former AMPI, now owned by the city of Hillsboro) helping put the Tip Top Quality Checked logo patterns on the truck doors so he could paint them on.