Monthly Archives: June 2017

Three Cowboy Jokes

# 1 How do you know when you get to Oklahoma? You smell cow shit. How do you know when you get to Texas? You step in the cow shit. # 2 An old cowboy sat down at the bar and ordered a drink. As he sat sipping his drink, a young woman sat down […]

Slingshot Dragster 1954

The other day an old nightclub owner was denigrating the influence of Islamic thought on civilization. “They really created nothing.” “What you mean nothing?” I didn’t mention that algebra succinctly meant ‘reunion of broken parts’ in Arabic. “No rockets, no telephones, no TVs.” “That’s all crap.” “Crap?” John and I liked to argue. “Yes, plus […]

Soviet Hot Rods

soviet hot rods, lada, Pobeda-Sport, 1934 GAZ A-Aero, Gaz-Torpedo, ussr The USSR was criticized by the West for their failure to provide consumer comforts. The grocery stores were devoid of potato chips. The TVs were Black and White. Fashion was puritanical, but Detroit reserved a special disdain for Soviet cars and with good reason. All […]

In Vino Madidus

Staying with Latin. Sitting at home with a bottle of wine. Non veritas Solo madidus In vino madidus A paraphrase of Caesar’s classic ‘veni, vedi, vinci’ or ‘I came, I saw, I conquered.’ Adepto madidus means I came I drank I fell over. We’ve all been Classical Latin at some time. For a related article […]

BLESS ME FATHER by Peter Nolan Smith

My First Holy Communion and Confirmation of Faith to the Catholic Church took place at a church in Maine in 1960. My mother dressed me in white to symbolize the purity of my soul, although she had me wear a red jacket with a black velvet lapel. I had a fight with my best friend […]