Sunday Stealing this week is FB PCs, which stands for, much to my surprise, Facebook Postcards USA.
Not nearly enough stuff. My wife said we could put artwork and photos on our living room walls once they were painted. That was over a decade ago! And if you ask why I don’t put them up myself, I’m seeking her better sense of design.
NEVER! I wouldn’t ever do so. ‘
A good friend wrote this recently: “I’ve received a summons for Federal Grand Jury duty, and I find it disheartening how many people IMMEDIATELY start giving me advice on how to get OUT of serving. I am being given an opportunity to help determine whether a criminal should be charged, or an innocent exonerated. It may be inconvenient, but it’s a service that is necessary for our Nation to function, and all too few seem willing to participate. I think that’s sad.”
I hate shopping. When I go, I finish as quickly as possible. I used to run the mail order department when I worked at FantaCo in the 1980s, which may explain why I embrace it so readily.
That said, if I shop, it’s mostly at Lodge’s in downtown Albany, founded in 1867.
Barbenheimer, NOT on the same day.
Be of good cheer.
Too many and too personal. Okay, here’s one: wearing hard-soled shoes when I was on JEOPARDY in 1998.
It’s next to my dresser, with coins, pens, cough drops, and goodness knows what else.
My 10th, 35th, and 50th. Also, my sister’s 45th and 50th.
BAD, for sure.
William Kennedy, Gregory Maguire, Rachael Ray. Mike Tyson trained and fought in the area; I saw him once with Jack Nicholson backstage after an Anita Baker concert at the Palace Theatre in ALB. Here’s a Wikipedia page.
Stove, can opener, microwave.
Probably Ray, whose mom was the den mother of our Cub Scout troop.
Cat: mysterious, unpredictable, furry, hungry.