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Memories

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August 14th, 2017 Posted 7:46 am

This photo of a certain blended Scotch posted in yesterday’s comments brought back a certain (hazy) college memory.

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Stress?

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December 15th, 2010 Posted 8:32 am

“Here’s something you might enjoy, Chet,” Bernie says. “Tufts University – kind of far from here, now that I think of it, and maybe pretty cold right now – is bringing in therapy dogs to lower the college kids’ stress levels at exam time.”

Stress? Not sure what that is, but college kids? Love ’em! What a life they have! I know because sometimes we visit Valley College downtown to look in on Prof. He’s our money expert – we have experts on everything, part of our business plan – and once he told us about this dude name of Marx, possibly a perp, in which case watch your back, amigo, who said ‘The production of too many useful things results in too many useless people,’ something Bernie brought up at a party the other day but no one listened; but forget all that, and anyway it might be in Thereby Hangs A Tail. The point is if I had to be human, no offense, I’d want to be a college student. Frisbees! Beer! Sleeping in till all hours! Calling home for more money! Hooking up! (Whatever that may be.) College kids are ready for fun 24/7. Me too!

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Mascots

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November 22nd, 2009 Posted 9:38 am

Kentucky 34 – Georgia 27. Oh, well.

But now we’re back to the subject of mascots. Thanks to Debbie LM for pointing out that the Hoyas of Georgetown also have a bulldog mascot, name of Jack. (“And what does Hoya mean?” Bernie wants to know.) So – can anyone think of more dog mascots in college sports? Please write in!

Sunday – Elvis gospel on XM/Sirius. We’ve got it on in the Porsche (an old and beat up Porsche, in case anyone’s forgotten) and we’re headed for Donut Heaven. Bernie says Elvis would have loved Donut Heaven. Also he says that Elvis had lots of dogs, such as Brutus (great Dane), Foxhugh (terrier), and Sherlock (basset hound). Foxhugh – what a name! So is Elvis, come to think of it.

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On a Mission

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November 7th, 2009 Posted 8:30 am

We were playing fetch, me and Bernie, when the DNA results came in, at least I think that’s what happened. Bernie threw a tennis ball way down Mesquite Road and I took off after it. I heard Iggy – back inside now at his window – going yip-yip-yip. The ball was still bouncing when I snared it and then wheeled around and raced back, dropping it at Bernie’s feet. But he was distracted, as humans often are, talking on the cellphone.

Soon we hopped in the car and headed for Addie’s place. She had an apartment downtown, near the college. I love the college kids, have I mentioned that already? They’ve always got time for fun. I snatched a Frisbee right out of midair as I got out of the car. Hadn’t had quite enough fetch, that was the problem.

“Hey, mister, do you think you could get your dog to, uh …”

“Chet?”

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