A problem well stated is a problem half solved.
– Charles Kettering
In his eight-plus decades, my old friend Steve Blackmon in Washington, Ga., has seen a lot of squirrels.
My own recent troubles prompted him to share these observations.
“I’ve had trouble with them for years,” Steve wrote. “They gnawed through our attic, so I put out mothballs. It made them crazy. They tore up everything up there and then we found the moth balls in the back yard. They turned over an ice cream freezer and when I pulled down the staircase, it hit my arm and I thought it was broken.”
He said his mother-in-law once had a squirrel come into her house through a bathroom vent pipe … while she was in the bathroom.
“My brother lives across the street and he has shot over 800 in the 19 years the he’s lived there,” Steve said. “My next-door neighbor has a cat just over a year old and it has killed and eaten 21 in the last few months.”
They know, Steve wrote, because the cat leaves the tails on the back steps.
YOUR TRAVELS: Don and Earnie Hemann, of Aiken share a postcard from San Juan, Puerto Rico, and write: “Wish you had some of this 86 degree weather.”
“Dee” sends a giant Spongebob Squarepants card and writes: “You are my 2nd postcard!”
YOUR NOTES: Sara Dukes, of Bartow, Ga., wrote to say she enjoyed seeing my reprint of her bread pudding recipe for all those folks who bought a lot of bread and milk during the latest ice storm.
And Jean Elam, of North Augusta, wrote to say my reluctance to wear a ski mask to the bank on a cold day reminded her that she had slipped a bank teller friend a note on stationery that had “RAISE YOUR HANDS” on it.
It’s an Olympics fund-raiser, she said, and everyone laughed and she didn’t get arrested.
CANDLES: Congratulations to my friends Milledge Murray and Beth Powell, who celebrate birthdays today. They are unique. When they were born on this date at University Hospital a few years ago, their mothers shared the same room. They were both raised at St. James Methodist Church on Greene Street, baptized together, went to school together, and these days spend their Sundays sitting about five pews apart.
It is rare, I think, to know anyone outside of family who has known you every day of your life.
TODAY’S JOKE: A woman came home, screeching her car into the driveway, and ran into the house. She slammed the door and shouted at the top of her lungs, “Honey, pack your bags. I won the lottery!”
“That’s wonderful?” he shouted, “What should I pack, beach stuff or mountain stuff?”
“Doesn’t matter,” she said. “Just get out.”