Boviosity!

He's right, of course - we have been intimidated into politically correct contortionists in our efforts not to offend. I like my hillbilly sister's take - she insists that my Buddhist neighbor is a Christian because he is such a good man - she gives everyone his due insofar as her heart, her mind, and her limited experience allow.

He's right, of course - we have been intimidated into politically correct contortionists in our efforts not to offend. I like my hillbilly sister's take - she insists that my Buddhist neighbor is a Christian because he is such a good man - she gives everyone his due insofar as her heart, her mind, and her limited experience allow.

I wish I could remember all the details of my first grade (circa 1968) Christmas pageant, to gauge how things have evolved PC-wise. It was a "Christmas Around the World" kind of thing. I was cast as a Chinaman.

The only line I can recall: "My name is Wang Fu, this is my wife Ling Wu. Most pleased to meet you." (Ling Wu then proceeeds to explain some imagined holiday tradition, though not in rhyme.)

Somehow I doubt we were kow-towing to any capitalistic Western Christian practice, but rather a Mao-approved, culturally correct one that supported the revolution. Soem things never change!

When I was in school, we did a Christmas concert with lots of traditional carols, and a couple of Chanukuh (sp?) songs thrown in for the Jewish kids. Nobody ever had a problem with it.

I wish I could remember the first grade!

Dude!

HAH! Me too, Frank. I was just reliably informed that mein bruder took violin for 2 years. GONE! That memory is GONE!

I've thought of adding more memoir/diary aspects to the blog, and if I do then you'll all see just what years of abuse can do to someone's poor mind.

Oh, and Farmer Joe? Nobody had a problem with it THAT YOU KNEW OF - anybody who didn't like it had to bite their tongues because they were all trapped in their mid-'70's (right?) RepubliKKKan-induced fearful stupor, man!

Now I've heard an interesting twist on the abuse/memory theory. I've heard (not read, so there you go) that former drug users are good with numbers, like remembering phone numbers and such. Not to imply that ANY Boviosity readers would have been into that sort of thing, I just thought it was interesting. So now we have a joke in the office, whenever someone demonstrates robust mathmatical ability, someone will say "Good with numbers! Yup!"

It's almost as good as our friend the "hand gesture with eyeglasses".

That's how we got Biscuit, from the violin teacher's litter of Siamese kitties. Then brother said he was not interested in pursuing violin and wanted to take up the accordion. That one, we didn't follow up on. I don't remember why.

Biscuit? What's a "Biscuit?"

KIDDING! Best. Cat. Ever. If our animal count ever declines I'll probably fill up on a Siamese. But with 2 dogs and 3 cats already, "The more the merrier" has officially been retired as a viable attitude.

Just wish I could remember what I did with those crusts of bread....