Tuesday, September 13, 2016

A Dog's Tale

Keeping a blog is getting old. I told Mike that I might try my paw at something different--writing a novel, perhaps. He said that before I start, I should do a little research on the whole process. He recommended that I check out the story of a well-known dog who set out down the fictional path to fame and riches: Snoopy.

With gratitude to Mr. Charles M. Schultz, here's what I learned (click to enlarge):

SNOOPY, HOW TO WRITE A NOVEL
SNOOPY, HOW TO WRITE A NOVEL
SNOOPY, HOW TO WRITE A NOVEL
SNOOPY, HOW TO WRITE A NOVEL
SNOOPY, HOW TO WRITE A NOVEL
SNOOPY, HOW TO WRITE A NOVEL
SNOOPY, HOW TO WRITE A NOVEL
SNOOPY, HOW TO WRITE A NOVEL
SNOOPY, HOW TO WRITE A NOVEL
SNOOPY, HOW TO WRITE A NOVEL
SNOOPY, HOW TO WRITE A NOVEL
SNOOPY, HOW TO WRITE A NOVEL
SNOOPY, HOW TO WRITE A NOVEL

On further review, maybe I'll stick to blogging.

Saturday, September 3, 2016

Fiddler on the Roof Redux

The following is a paid political announcement. Mike paid me to post it here by giving me an extra Milk Bone this morning.

It seems that Donald Trump went to someplace called Detroit today to pander for votes. While it's not known whether the people there promised to vote for him in the coming presidential election, they did give him a snazzy prayer shawl.


Donald felt so moved by the gift, he broke into song.


And here's what he sang:

If I were a rich man,
Daidle deedle daidle
Daidle daidle deedle daidle dumb
All day long I'd biddy-biddy-bum
If I were a wealthy man.

I wouldn't have to work hard,
Daidle deedle daidle
Daidle daidle deedle daidle dumb
If I were a biddy-biddy rich,
Daidle deedle daidle daidle man.  I'd build a

. . . big tall house with rooms by the dozen
Right in the middle of the town,
With my name in golden letters plastered on the side.
There would be one long escalator going up
And one even longer coming down,
And I'd ride 'em all day with my hot little trophy bride . . .


The boy seriously needs to learn to stick with the script!

Thursday, July 28, 2016

Five Generations of Boyds - TBT

I think this is a cool family picture to post on a Throwback Thursday, since it includes not just Mike and his father and grandfather, but also one of his daughters and his baby grandson--FIVE generations in all. The mind boggles!

FIVE GENERATIONS OF BOYDS

And here's a more recent picture of that little baby, taken during his lunchbreak at the military post where he now works. He's the tall guy on the right. As you might guess, eating lunch turned out to be something of a hobby for him--along with breakfast, supper, snacks, high tea . . .

2LT MICHAEL BOYD TAYLOR, U.S. AIR FORCE

Monday, June 13, 2016

Bear with me, folks.

I'm a bit shook up over this picture that my friend John, who lives next door, took recently.

Fortunately he wasn't at home when he snapped it. He was a couple of blocks away, at somebody else's house. But you can bet I'll be taking a good look out of our window before I go outside.

Thanks for the heads-up, John!

FLORIDA BLACK BEAR, BRANDYWINE

Friday, June 3, 2016

I've had crazy dreams before, but this beats everything.

I tend these days to nod off a lot in front of the TV, and I think it's making me have even stranger dreams than usual. Here's an example:

DONALD TRUMP, HEARSE, I'M WITH STUPID

Darned if I can figure it out. Interpretations, anyone?