Hazards of Imaginary Exercise

I think Earl Pickles nailed my problem with exercise!

Former Crush Revisited

Recently, while watching “Midsomer Murders” on Netflix, one of the older supporting actresses looked awfully familiar. But for the life of me, I couldn’t think of her name. So I googled the episode’s cast.

C. 1962

It was Hayley Mills. Remember her? She starred in “Pollyanna” and “The Parent Trap.” She’s a little younger than I am, and I had a crush on her in high school and college.

C. 2014

TV cinematography can be rather unforgiving at times and if I paused the picture, I’m sure I could have counted every single wrinkle on her face.

But having said that, she’s gone from early ‘60s teen-age cutie to mature senior beauty.

God, I feel old.

Hilo Days: Quick Draw Gets Shot Down

Just when I thought I was a hot shot, I fell through the cracks—intp a chasm, actually. Here’s my entry in my once-upon-a-time Hilo Days website.

100 + 11 = Eleventy-One

Eleventy-one. Sounds stupid, but that actually was an answer I gave in class.

I remember Miss Yanagihara gathering a bunch of us first-graders around the blackboard and asking us what certain numbers were. When 111 came up, I shot my hand up like a flash and could hardly wait until she called on me.

"Eleventy-one!" I blurted out proudly, and puffed my cheek out as several first-grade heads nodded in agreement.

I basked in the glow of peer adoration until I was brought crashing back to earth by Miss Yanagihara's chuckle, and the devastating words, "Wrong! Anybody else know the right answer?"

These things tend to stick with you for a long time. Maybe that's why I hardly volunteered answers in any classes I was in during my career as a student.