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Jim's Jottings

Dick & Jane, Tom & Di, and whatever

September 07, 2011 - This is a true story, and that is not to say all my other writings have not been true.

This is about a married couple, old enough to be grandparents, but not yet on social security. Names used may not necessarily be theirs. This is called "protecting my butt."

The male, Tom, has been suffering from a tooth ache for three days. He tried booze and aspirin, but had to give in to seeing his dentist.

The diagnosis was a root canal job, a procedure we are told to fear since birth.

Tom took some medicine before retiring. Now sound asleep he is aroused by a screaming wife, "Tom! Get up! There's a bat in here!"

Grousing Tom gets up, heads toward the 2-tennis racket storage area, where his unused golf clubs, horse shoes and baseball gloves are stowed.

Enroute back to the bedroom he passes the bathroom, which prompted the usual midnight reaction.

Later he justified his delay by saying he didn't know how long it would take to dispatch the bat.

Di shouted, "Tom, where the heck are you?" from under her blanket-covered head. The rest of her demand was drowned out by the flushing.

Now, having been sufficiently warned and threatened by the bride, Tom enters the arena with both rackets.

With one swing he nailed the most-certainly disease infested, life-threatening, flying killer.

The now unconscious bat landed on the covers atop Di's head.

She started screaming harder and shaking uncontrollably.

"Tom! Get this off of me NOW!" There was some profanity.

Tom used one racket to push the bat onto the other racket, squeezed them together and took the bat outside.

When he got back to bed, Di was sitting up, raving about his slowness, ineffectiveness, ancestry, lack of consideration and etc.

It was now Tom's turn to pull the covers over his head. He fell asleep chuckling, having forgotten his root canal hurting.

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We've had bats get into our condo in Engadine. Our batman, Lowell, doesn't want to seal the bats inside by closing holes, though he chases them out somehow.

He says all the bats will be gone as winter weather approaches. The bats fly back to copper or coal mines in the western Upper to hibernate.

Then Lowell will seal the holes, or he may hire Di to scare the bats to death with her screaming.

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Time to insert a little Will Rogers here. In the early 1930s he said, "You know the more you read and observe about the Politics thing, you got to admit that each party is worse then the other. The one that's out always looks the best. My only solution would be to keep 'em both out one term and hire my good friend Henry Ford to run the whole thing, and give him a commission on what he saves us."

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Remember when the Playboy magazine was sold from behind counters? Didn't want our youths exposed to such nakedness.

Nowadays gals appear overdressed in band-aid size strips of cloth on open display racks.

The Detroit News/Free Press did two-pages on the vagina, apparently trying to make it an educationally appropriate word for the media to use.

And the bathroom tissue maker, Northern, makes even me wonder if there are any too-extreme wordings for the use of their product.

Jim Sherman, Sr. is president of Sherman Publications, Inc. He has penned "Jim's Jottings" since 1955.
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