This Stop Willoughby

It was inevitable, I guess.  We just weren't meant to be, Frank and I.  No matter how much I begged and pleaded, he was unable, or possibly unwilling, to give me what I wanted and/or needed.  He refused to let me communicate with my blog friends and denied me the pleasure of wiling away a lazy afternoon surfing the web.  I should have sent him packing long ago.....but you know what they say about hindsight. So he's out of my life now.  No more Frank, aka Frankencomputer, to make me miserable.  I'll shed no tears for him with his secondary monitor and multiple cords.  I've moved on to a newer and more reliable computer.  One who accepts my photo memory card and connects easily to my printer.  I'm back in the virtual world. Fall Is In The Air I know that the first day of fall is (was) September 23rd, but to me, fall begins on the day the kids go back to school so I've had that "fall feeli...

I remember hearing the expression "good manners never go out of style".  People used to say that from time to time, but I'm not sure they do anymore.  Who can blame them?  I'm beginning to think good manners have been thrown in a pile labeled "obsolete" along with dinosaurs, cassette tapes and property values.  This trend seems to be running rampant, too.  It's everywhere.  The Local Supermarket I stopped in to pick up a few items last week.   My daughter was with me and she wasn't feeling well, so my attention was focused on her.  I did notice, though, out of the corner of my eye, that the woman who was ringing up my groceries kept pulling a tissue out of her pocket and blowing her nose.  After a quick blow and wipe, she would go back to scanning without bothering to stop for a squirt of hand sanitizer (each lane has a gigantic bottle of Purel next to the register).   Rude?  Check.  ...