Curmudgeons, dinasaurs and bouncers

Fellow curmudgeons: Thanks for finally crawling out of the cyber woodwork with a few mercy Facebook posts and emails; confirming there actually are other folks out there on the crazy train to a galaxy far, far away. (...Oh crap, didn't we just pass that stop?)

Anyway, some relic out there after my own heart even snailmailed to keep the post office from going bankrupt. ...Nice to be among dinosaurs, but how does life work, exactly, without a computer?

But I digress. My pal, O.O. wrote a good point on his yellow pad stationery, which seems to be that it's smart to take along "fresh, clean underwear" if you're rolling along 62W when one of those big cable dump trucks comes at you with wheels on your side of the yellow line. ...And yellow wouldn't be my only color of concern at that point. ...But what really gets O.O.'s dander up are the schlumps who don't bother to stop at the approaches to Beaver Bridge. ...If there's already a car on the bridge, it could make for an interesting big dog contest ... but if the other car is banged up in front and yours isn't, it's probably wise to be the one backing up.

Black hats off to a local saloon/eatery for having the pork to throw a petite little old lady out of their joint for handing out bracelets saying "I Love Hart's. Shop Eurekan." ...The (now former) customer says she gave them to a few waitresses who live in town, and was stopped by two "big" men who ordered her and her bracelets to hit the trail. ...She saw a whole new side of Southern "gentlemen" and dares not darken their doorstep again. ...She wouldn't make much of a shadow, anyway, but it makes you wonder... who would argue against shopping locally, including their own place?

You can wonder online at oliverdeplace@hotmail. com. ...And get thee to the Walmart forum at 6 p.m. Sunday at 17 Elk St., or Planning Commision on Oct. 11 at 6 p.m. if you have something to say. Otherwise, don't complain (or toss people out of your establishment).