Traveling for the holidays

By the time you read this we will have been to Minneapolis, Minn., to visit my sister Elaine and her family and back home. We rode up with my brother-in-law Orvin and my sister Janet and in their 15-passenger van along with our neph­ews Jon and Ian. Brother Mark was flying in from Tulsa on Thanks­giving morning.

We also planned to get together with some cousins during the week also.

More on the trip later

You got to love spell check. Two weeks ago this column said that we had stayed in an Airbus in Athens and Ashville when visiting our grandsons in the South­east. AirBNB must not be a word that spell check knows yet so it replaced this word with Airbus when our proofreaders ran it on the paper that week.

My “Two Decades of Nonsense” books are coming along just fine. I have made a decision to delay the completion by about a week. I had originally intended to finish before the trip to Minne­sota but realized it was unrealistic—and rushing books is a bad idea.

Here are two excerpts from the November 3, 2004 column from book one of two books.

I am planning an official book release at Rhubarb Market on Saturday, Dec. 15 from 10:30-2:00. Watch future papers.

Wednesday night was the lunar eclipse in Atlanta. I think it was the same one you had here. We thought we would have to drive out to a clear opening to see it, with all of the trees in the neighborhood. But we found a spot on the street in front of the kids’ house where we could see quite well.

An eclipse doesn’t occur very quickly, so it was tough for a 4-year-old and a 6-year-old to have the patience to see the whole thing. It’s kind of like watching grass grow.

While we were waiting, Louie said, “Grandpa, would you drive me to North Dakota?” I asked him if he knew where it was and he said, “No, where is it?”

On Saturday morning we watched Alex play soccer in the Decatur rec program. His team, called the Hot Shots, was made up of 6- and 7-year-olds.

In the first quarter, it seemed both teams were trying to see how polite they could be. When one team kicked the ball toward the other team’s goal, it was almost as though they waited for the other team to kick it back.

In the second quarter, Alex was the goalie and had the ball kicked into the goal while he had both hands on the ball. While he was on the sidelines waiting to get back in the game, he was overheard to say, “No more Mr. Nice Guy.”

Next time he got in, he was mixing things up and getting after it.

Another reason I am having trouble finishing the book is because I have to stop and read all of the old columns.

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