Warren,
Hi Gary, The threshing crew picture stirred up a lot of memories for me: As a child playing in the grain truck while threhing was going on and when in my teens working on a couple of crews with Art Rude sr. and the neighboring farmers up in the Randal area. Number 9 I’m sure is George Egbert. I remember the ears. Mine also stick out and so was conscious of it on him when I knew him years ago. Bob Hosmer
Italian altar boy’s confession
‘Bless me Father, for I have sinned. I have been with a loose girl.’
The priest asks, ‘Is that you, little Joey Pagano?’
‘Yes, Father, it is.’
‘And who was the girl you were with?’
‘I can’t tell you, Father, I don’t want to ruin her reputation.’
‘Well, Joey, I’m sure to find out her name sooner or later so you may as
well tell
me now. Was it Tina Minetti?’
‘I cannot say.’
‘Was it Teresa Mazzarelli?’
‘I’ll never tell.’
‘Was it Nina Capelli?’
‘I’m sorry, but I cannot name her.’
‘Was it Cathy Piriano?’
‘My lips are sealed.’
‘Was it Rosa DiAngelo, then?’
‘Please, Father, I cannot tell you.’
The priest sighs in frustration. ‘You’re very tight lipped, and I admire
that. But
you’ve sinned and have to atone. You cannot be an altar boy now for 4
months. Now
you go and behave yourself.’
Joey walks back to his pew, and his friend Franco slides over and
whispers, ‘What’d
you get?’
‘Four months vacation and five good leads …’