Happy 108th Birthday, Dad!

My Dad would have been 108 today.  He was a plain and simple man who enjoyed tinkering on his farm after he retired in 1971 due to health conditions. He was most comfortable dressed in his overalls and that hat.  I can remember just a handful of times that he put on slacks and a nice shirt to go to a wedding or funeral.

This has always been my favorite picture of him.  I took this (in the early 1980s, I think) as he stooped on the bridge we built over the roadside gully that led to their farm.   

He retired at 61 after he had a heart attack and my parents moved to a farm that they bought near Greenville, MO a few years earlier. He died in 1990 at the age of 78. 

My poor old phone…

I have a 3-year-old Galaxy S8 phone that I’m replacing with a new Galaxy S20. It has seen better days. It’s been dropped a number of times and I had to replace the screen on it once. It’s always worked just fine. It was a good phone.

I have an Otterbox case on it and over the weekend I discovered that the case is the only thing holding the phone together. The battery is expanding inside the phone and pushing the phone apart. I also discovered that the back of the phone is cracked, probably from one of the drops before I got the Otterbox case.

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The battery is not designed to be user-replaceable. I just need it to last several more days until the S20 is released at the end of this week. I really don’t want to pay $80 to have the battery replaced.

Jonco’s True Bits – Lazy Boy

I try to go to the gym three times a week, Monday, Wednesday and Friday unless I find an excuse not to go.  Sometimes that excuse is that my joints are hurting. Normally that means my feet, ankles, knees, hips or back are bothering me more than normal and it’s just uncomfortable moving around.  When I do go I don’t do that much.  I walk around the track in the gym 11 or 12 laps which is about a mile. Then I go downstairs and spend a few minutes on a couple of machines and lift some weights for a few minutes. I’m usually in and out of there in about a half hour.

  Sometimes I decide that the weather will keep me from going (might be rainy, snowy or just cold) and when that happens I will sometimes go on Tuesday or Thursday. Now keep in mind that the gym is less than 5 minutes from my house by car.  The parking lot has three lanes and holds about 150 cars. There usually aren’t too many cars there, and rarely is it as crowded as the ariel photo shows.  

Last Friday I headed to the gym for my usual mile walk around the track. The parking lot was packed and there were only a couple of spots along the back of row 3. So I decided I didn’t want to walk from way back in row 3 to the front door so I could go in and walk a dozen times around the track. So I just drove back home.

Merry Christmas – 2019

Another Christmas is upon us and they seem to be coming faster and faster as the years go by. It’s hard to believe this site will be 18 years old in March of 2020.  I had no idea it would still be alive after all these years. Hell, I had no ideas I’d still be alive.

I’ve met some wonderful people through this site and I’m proud that it has connected some of you together and fostered some lasting friendships. Whether we’ve met in person or just gotten to know one another through the website or on Facebook, I want to thank you for coming here, commenting, and being part of our little worldwide neighborhood.  

Merry Christmas to all who celebrate it and to those who don’t, Happy Wednesday!  Also sending best wishes for a Happy Hannakuh and Happy Kwanza and happy any other holiday you celebrate at this time of year.

Jonco, Patco & Busterco

56 years ago today…

Do you remember where you were? I was in high school, having just come back from lunch and getting ready for my next class. A classmate walked into the room with a girl and he said to me, Jon, didn’t Kennedy just get shot?” I thought he was just pulling a prank on her and said, “Yes”. Just a minute or so later they made the announcement that the president had indeed been assassinated in Dallas Texas.

A look back at the JFK assassination

It doesn’t suck!

One of my good friends lost his niece yesterday due to a motorcycle accident a few days earlier. She was returning to St. Louis from a trip to South Dakota and the accident occurred very close to home. I didn’t know her personally but I was reading all the condolence messages and thoughts and prayers on her Facebook page. She obviously was a very inspirational person. I came across this, which was her very last post on Facebook the day before her accident. It’s very powerful when you think about it.

Jonco’s True Bits – The Iceman Cometh…

One of my earliest memories is from when I was a young boy and we lived in a three room apartment on the second floor of a row of flats.  We were poor, or most certainly a lower income family, but my brother and I didn’t realize that.  We lived on our father’s income as a laborer working at a factory that made asbestos shingles.  

We didn’t have a refrigerator at the time but we had an ice box. 

An ice box, as I recall, was a mostly wooden cabinet that had some metal shelves and tin interior that we kept our milk and a perishable foods in.

Ours wasn’t nearly as nice as the one shown here. It had a large boxed area in it that had room for one giant block of ice.  A couple of times a week the iceman came and replenished our ice box with a new 25  pound block of ice.

My most vivid memory is of that iceman draping a piece of burlap, the kind that large sacks of potatoes used to come in, over his shoulder and then using a giant pair of tongs to grasp the large block of ice and then throw it over his shoulder.  He would then climb the stairs to our little second floor apartment.  I remember so vividly sitting on the stairs and the iceman had to either step over or walk around me as he maneuvered his way up the steep steps.  I recall seeing large drops of water dripping form the ever melting block of ice he had flung over his shoulder.   I would run my fingers or toy cars through the drops and could feel the coldness of the water.  

The iceman would collect his small fee and be on his way to his next stop only to return again in a few days.  I don’t ever remember him saying anything to me nor do I remember what he looked like but I think I’ll always remember those cold drops of melted ice on just about every one of the steps up to our home.