Thursday, January 31, 2008

Confound it all

I've gone and grown a boil on my right foot. Hurts like the Dickens, I don't mind telling you. I guess when you've been wearing combat boots for the better part of a century, the chickens are eventually going to come home to roost. I remember getting some foot care tips from none other than Harry S. Truman back in the service, so I guess I'll have to see if I can shake 'em loose from the old noodle. Until then I'm just gonna have to make do with a bucket and some epsom salts. I tell ya - some days it just doesn't pay to get out of the cot.

Wednesday, January 30, 2008


Well, if this don't take the cake.

You'd think that after serving in three different wars, a fella would have seen it all. And to be sure, these peepers of mine have drank in some sights that would curl your hair : The introduction of artillery, the first aerial combat, soldiers wearing dresses, and more perforated bowels than I care to remember.

But here I am, pecking away at this new-fangled typewriter doohickey, and I'm told that all I have to do is hit "enter" and before you know it, Ol' Sherm's opinion will show up all around the world. At first I said "Holy Hemostat!" ( or maybe I said "Sufferin' Sheepdip!", I'm not sure - things are kinda foggy these days), but I'm trying to get the drop on all this newfangled technology. I guess it's a good thing we got that high-speed DSL line installed after all.

Anyhoo - I'll be making myself heard visa-vi this here page on a somewhat consistent basis. Check in and you can hear me squawk about this and that. Maybe I'll even post Mildred's special recipe for apple compote. If I can pry it out of her hands, that is. That woman is tougher than a belt made from a sun-burned rattlesnake.