– Repairman’s saying
I was speaking to a civic club last month when I noticed a fellow across the table staring. Finally, he spoke.
“That picture of you in the paper …” he said slowly, “it must be pretty old.”
I admitted it was.
He said nothing for a moment, then added, “You’ve aged.”
He’s right, of course. So I told him the story of the late Augusta newspaper columnist John Barnes.
Once in the 1970s, they decided to update the photograph that went with his column, and readers were outraged.
No one it seems, wanted to be reminded that Barnes (and by extension, themselves) had grown older.
As for me, I flaunt my seniority. In fact, now that I do these weekly history videos on our Web site (chronicle.augusta.com/video/kirby) you can see just how gray-haired I am.
Stiff and creaky, too.
YOUR POSTCARDS: Veronica O’Connor, of Augusta, was “having a great time visiting family and friends in Seattle.” Fred and Pushpa Danes had “a good time this summer in Fiji, but now it is time to return to reality.”
Ernest and Martha Odom, of Evans, were in Colorado on a train tour. Frank and Genie Spears sent two cards from Maine, including one from Augusta.
Stan and Becky Driver, of Waynesboro, sent a card from Nevada. They wrote: “We came to Vegas to see Willie Nelson perform at the Smith Center of Performing Arts. Will see Willie again on Saturday night – yes, we are fans!”
Also in Las Vegas was Connie Wendt, who was
“enjoying my birthday week.”
Lynn and Chuck Green, of North Augusta, sent greetings from Branson, Mo., where they saw a performance of Joseph.
Bill Leopard, of Aiken, was in New York City for the 70th anniversary of the USS Intrepid. He served aboard in 1954-55.
Ralph Herndon writes from Williamsport, Pa., home of the Little League World Series, with his grandson Barrett Stafford.
TODAY’S JOKE: A Baptist preacher went to visit a member of the community and invited him to come to church Sunday morning.
It seems that this man was a producer of fine peach brandy. He told the preacher that he would attend his church if the pastor would drink some of his brandy and admit doing so in front of his congregation. The preacher agreed and drank up.
On Sunday morning, the man visited the church. The preacher recognized the man from the pulpit and said, “I see Mr. Johnson is here with us this morning. I want to thank him publicly for his hospitality this week and especially for the peaches he gave me and the spirit in which they were given.”