Today is our bowling day and I am kind of rushed, so I am going with what I have from Trish.
Message from Trish Larson Wild (73): Stafford, CA.
Hope your holidays are happy! I just worked my first shift at Stanford today, and will be working most of the holidays this year. It’s good to be back on the Peninsula, living close to my son Jesse in Palo Alto, who started as a student at Stanford University this Fall. The horses are happy on their new pasture, and I’m looking forward to learning more about Emergency Medicine. Stanford Hospital is a level one trauma center with a world class neurosurgery team. I haven’t had much experience with that, so I’m looking forward to picking up new skills. I’ll be working the night shift, which is also new to me.
It feels good to be working again, but I miss sleeping with the horses outside the tent. I think I’ll be staying here awhile even so, and riding the local area and Yosemite in the spring.
What follows is a dumb joke a friend forwarded to me. Thought you’d get a kick out of it.
Subject: My friends call me Bubba
Eager to strike up a conversation he blurted out, “Business trip or pleasure?” She turned, smiled and said, “Business. I’m going to the Annual Nymphomaniacs of America Convention in Boston”
He swallowed hard. Here was the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen sitting next to him, and she was going to a meeting of nymphomaniacs. Struggling to maintain his composure, he calmly asked, “What’s your business role at this convention?”
“Lecturer,” she responded. “I use information that I have learned from my personal experiences to debunk some of the popular myths about sexuality.”
“Really?” he said. “And what kind of myths are there?”
“Well,” she explained, “one popular myth is that African-American men are the most well-endowed of all men, when in fact it is the Native American Indian who is most likely to possess that trait. Another popular myth is that Frenchmen are the best lovers, when actually it is men of Jewish descent who are the best. I have also discovered that the lover with absolutely the best stamina is the Southern Redneck.”
Suddenly the woman became a little uncomfortable and blushed. “I’m sorry,” she said, “I shouldn’t really be discussing all of this with you. I don’t even know your name..”
“Tonto,” the man said, “Tonto Goldstein, but my friends call me Bubba.”