I’ll know it’s Justin when he calls…
When the time comes that our cell phones are wired into our brains and we can experience "video ringtones" transmitted straight to the visual cortex, I think I’ll choose this video as Justin’s ringtone.
When I was young and practiced trumpet, our dog would bark, howl, and moan.
A rooster just standing on the side of the road…
As you drive from Trezevant,toward Bradford on TN-105, you come around a corner and may see something peeking over the top of the corn…
What is that?
Give us dialtone, oh Lord…
We’d lay hands on the fax and ask the Lord to give us dialtone.
I’m a telephone man… I work on telephones and any other device that utilizes that magical mystical substance, “dialtone”.
Justin and I drove over to a local public utility who had reported trouble with their fax machine (fax machines use dialtone, you know)… We’d gotten the request the day before but it got lost in the shuffle so we had to wait a day to visit these nice folks.
When we arrived we discovered that the fax was working again – a miracle! (But just a small one.)
A Facebook non-sequitur from Brent Green …
I agree with Brent.
What else needs be said?
The CSS Hunley: A special grill for special occasions.
I was off work a few days last week on a “staycation” and traveled around West Tennessee with Dad, Mom, and Samuel. Wednesday was our civil war day (pics available here); we visited Shiloh National Military Park and the CSS Hunley (even though it was closed) at the Discovery Museum of West Tennessee.