You thought I was going to ramble on about being too big to fail and government bridge loans and the imploding economy and the price of oil and the new way to dole out praise (i.e., a Barackliment or baracliment /
n./ A condescending and somewhat reluctant compliment for characteristics that have been apparent to most people for a long, long time).
Anyway, the news I have is more fascinating. You see, Jenny no longer has her numer. After 30 years, 867-5309 has been disconnected. So, basically, it's a sign of the times, I guess.
No one's got her number. It's somehow related to the credit crunch. According to an anonymous source, Jenny has a cell phone number which she now uses exclusively and plans to keep unlisted. If someone finds her on Facebook, please drop me a line. Thank you.
Not only am I wearing a scarf around my neck all day to show my utmost appreciation and gratitude for my morning newspaper delivery professional, but I plan to remit an amazing bonus come bill-paying time. I tell you what: every time someone asks me today, "Hey, did you know you're still wearing a scarf around your neck?" (or "Hey, nice scarf!"), I plan to bow my head slightly and tell the story of opening the front door at 5:30 this morning and seeing my Monday paper all wrapped and dry. Then add, "This scarf, my friend, is a tribute. I wear this scarf around my neck as a mere token reminder for myself and others that no ice and snow or slippery-steep hill can delay my newspaper deliveryman. Nope. He's too good. My newspaper deliveryman is as close to God as it gets."