Good morning Ho's.
QUESTION OF THE DAY
What is your earliest distinct memory?
Mine is taking shelter in our basement during a big tornado. 1980, so I was 4.
I guess.
Some days I feel 29 and others 79.
Time to get moving. We are driving over to a state park about fifty miles east of here, to spend the day with my daughter. Later!
Pretty much the same for me, although I might make the extremes 39 and 89....
QUESTION OF THE DAY
What is your earliest distinct memory?
Mine is taking shelter in our basement during a big tornado. 1980, so I was 4.
Waving to my mom through the window of her hospital room while my dad and I were on the sidewalk when my sister was born. I was 2 1/2.
And now I feel old. In 1980 I was starting my senior year of high school
I have never felt more exactly my age than yesterday. Dad and I went toe to toe. I'm glad I am fully an adult and able to stand my ground and set boundaries these days.
Mine is our family trip to the worlds fair, in '67. I don't remember anything special about the fair, but I remember every night, when we got back to our room, my sister and I would take our shoes and sock off, and lay on the bed, and my dad would spray our feet with foot spray, cause our feet hurt so bad from walking all day. It probably didn't help, and I have no idea what he was actually spraying, but it made us feel better. I wold have been 3 or 4, depending what month it was, I don't remember.
QUESTION OF THE DAY
What is your earliest distinct memory?
Mine is taking shelter in our basement during a big tornado. 1980, so I was 4.
Your father was probably using a variation of my father's "magic cookie" cure.
When a little kid, be it neighbor or relative, was crying over a scraped knee or some other minor mishap, Dad would offer to fix it with a magic cookie. The kid would invariably agree, and Dad would disappear into the kitchen, and then reappear with an Oreo, or a Chips Ahoy, or any other ordinary cookie. He'd tell the kid, very seriously, that this was a magic cookie, and that if they held it on the part that hurt, the pain would go away and they could stop crying. Then, once the pain went away they could eat the cookie. But, they couldn't eat the cookie until the pain went away.
It worked every time....
Eventually I want to head out on a tuna charter. Going to see if my parents would be willing to put a chest freezer in their garage. My garage is for a single car and it's full of our family toys.
Since I rarely golf these days I have a little more cash than I used to so we might get a couple of kayaks. Totally outfitting them for fishing if we do.
I've been studying online materials about how to read surf so I can optimize my chances. I usually release what I catch. This year I've kept a couple perch, a few mackerel and a salmon that ran into my line at the Santa Cruz wharf of all places. Must have been lost!
QUESTION OF THE DAY
What is your earliest distinct memory?
Mine is taking shelter in our basement during a big tornado. 1980, so I was 4.
You? In 1980 my kid was starting kindergarten....
I was four years old and was at the next door neighbor's house. She was babysitting us while my parents were away. We were playing in the back yard and the neighbor gave us bananas to have as a snack. Unbeknownst to me, a yellow jacket had landed on the end of the banana just as I was about to take a bite. I bit into it and was stung inside my mouth. The postman happened to be delivering mail at that very moment and heard my screams. He rushed to me before the neighbor lady got to me. I spit the bee into his hand. Funny...I have no earlier memories that involved my own family...it was the neighbor, the bee and the postman.