Brother helps me out again

Brother Mark was here a couple of weekends ago for the high school graduation of relatives in Newton.

I said awhile back that I was going to ask him to set up my stereo tuner, which had lost all of its settings because of service I had done on it recently.

I read manuals and my eyes roll into my head. He reads them and understands them. So now, everything is back like it was—and even better.

Mark said if I want to run the wires, he will also set up 7.1 Surround Sound next time he is here. I still have two speakers I am not using.

Currently, we have 5.1 Surround Sound, which involves a center speaker and two sets of speakers plus a woofer.

Some people like all of the bells and whistles when it comes to sound and others could care less. For example, my wife could care less if we had just one speaker or what comes out of the TV.

I was amazed that someone would come all the way from Salina to pick up an old Zenith record player I advertised on Free Press Swap. He said he was going to restore it to its original glory.

He also said he would have to accomplish that before his wife would let him bring it into the house.

I am finally making progress with my eyes. Just this past week I was able to remove the temporary prism that I was using to stop the double vision and go without it for most of the time. Without the prism, it is also easier to read the newspaper, etc.

So there is hope that the old vision will someday get back to normal.

I have been grousing lately about how cool it has been. I know I shouldn’t be doing that because it will get plenty hot soon enough.

When you can’t think of anything else to write about, there’s always the weather.

I am always interested in seeing football stadiums or baseball stadiums up close and personal.

I got to do just that when we in Athens. We drove right by the Sanford Stadium, home of the Georgia Bulldogs, and also saw the famous hedges that grow on field level.

I also like to see race tracks around the country. We stopped at Talladega while in Alabama one time and I was impressed by how steep the banks on the curves were.

I had this leather belt just appear from out of nowhere one day recently, and had no idea where it came from.

I thought maybe my brother had left it behind after one of his visits but when I called him he said no.

I am guessing now that it came from Nancy’s Fashions since it was a Brighton. Actually, that is the only place it could have come from. I still like it.

If you wish to share your comments or ideas, my e-mail address is joel@
hillsborofreepress.com.