Lots to be thankful for daily

Last week I was planning to write what I am thankful for, and realized there just isn?t nearly enough space allotted in this column to include it all, so didn?t write anything.

That may seem like a cop out, but I can say I have much to be thankful for every day of the year.


Brother Mark usually comes up from Tulsa to have Thanksgiving with us and was planning to stay a few extra days this time?until the weather chased him back home early on Thanks?giving afternoon. It was obviously a smart move on his part.


Mark told me about the time he went to see Henny Youngman, a comedian who is known for his one-liners.

?What do you get when you cross a mink with a gorilla? …A really nice fur coat but the sleeves are too long.?

He said his laughing muscles ached for days after seeing that show.


While he was here, we built some diffusers for his recording studio in my wood shop. Converting millimeters to inches from his plans was the hardest part. I stayed clear of that.

After using my brad nail gun for assembly, Mark is also convinced it may be one of the best tools ever invent?ed. We glued all of the pieces together and the brads held everything in place until the glue dried.

We paused for a while to cut a few more spacer pieces on the table saw and didn?t notice that the compressor hose was lying across the belt for the saw motor.

When we went back to nailing, there was a loud hissing sound, as we had rubbed a hole in the hose.

Duct tape can do a lot of things, but holding air at 90 PSI isn?t one of them.


Mark and I watched the final two games of the Maui Jim Maui Basketball Classic and the one on Wednesday night was too close for too long.

Since it was a late game, Nancy went to bed before it was over. She said from the way we were griping?which she could hear from the bedroom?she thought KU had lost.

All we were doing was complaining about all of the missed free throws at the end, plus the officiating and the announcers.


Scraping ice from my truck windows Friday morning was about as little fun I have had in a while.

It must have been at least 3/16-inch thick. Actually, scraping may be the wrong word; it was more like running the truck with the heater running full blast to soften the ice so I could slide it off the window.


I received an email about running the car until there were seven miles left in the tank, supposedly. The guy asked: How much gas did you put in and how much does the tank hold?

I responded that since I filled up at Jost Service, I don?t know how many gallons went in. Ignorance is bliss. I guess.


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

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