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Jottings by Jerry

October 23, 2013

by Jerry Johnson
The weather has reminded us that it will soon be winter. The feeling is that this year might not be as mild as the last few years. We may have to earn our stripes again for the privilege to be called Minnesotans. The ten day forecast for Halloween shows a trend to a southerly wind under ten miles per hour on Wednesday so we could have warm weather (mid to high forties) for the ghosts, goblins and other costumes under heavy coats. My best memories of Halloween treats are popcorn balls and the full sized candy bars.They were much bigger than what the full size is today. Every kid knew which houses handed out the good stuff. Moving fast a kid could cover most of the town and there were very few parents with any of the toddlers. It was a time when there were few problems and little concern. Every house had a burning barrel that was fair game for older kids but the old outhouses were getting hard to find in the late fifties. Most pranks were not destructive, a bar of soap for the window art and an occasional egg was about it. In the sixties and seventies older kids roamed the streets. An auxiliary police force provided great sport for both sides. A fire hydrant was turned on here and there and maybe a straw bale set on fire in a road ditch just to hear the sirens. By the nineties things became calmer and today it's down to a few smashed pumpkins. The candy is still there but the parents are much more involved.

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A grizzled old man was eating in a truck stop when three very large, leathered bikers walked in. The first walked up to the old man, pushed his cigarette into the old man's pie and then took a seat at the counter. The second walked up to the old man, spat into the old man's milk and then he too took a seat at the counter. The third walked up to the old man, turned over the old man's plate, and then he took a seat at the counter.

Without a word of protest, the old man quietly left the diner. Shortly thereafter, one of the bikers said to the waitress, "Humph, not much of a man, was he?"

The waitress replied, "Not much of a truck driver either, he just backed his big-rig over three motorcycles."

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Have a good week.


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