"Senior moments come and go,"
Ivan said, "and some hang around longer than others. Louan McCoy was wanting to wear a particular skirt, but she remembered there was a button off. It required a certain size and color button. Louan thought she remembered just which drawer she had put the button in. But after a seven drawer search she remembered she had already sewn it on some time ago. But it wasn't a total loss. She now has seven clean drawers."
"I heard someone complaining about the price of eggs the other day," Ivan said. "Do you realize that an egg represents a full day's work for a hen. In other words, when you buy a dozen eggs, you are buying twelve full days of work. How would you like to have your bung stretched every day for less than a dime a day?"
"One day last week," Ivan said, "Street Superintendent Bill Philips was running a 'spotter.' What he would do was make a spot next to the curb.Then he would move at a slight angle, about a half rod toward the center of the street, and then he would make another spot. What he was doing was marking the parking spots so when the summer helps shows up he would put one of them on a line marking machine and the summer help would mark the parking lanes. This is a real good idea. However, there are some people in this town who seem to think you are supposed to line the middle of your hood up on the line, thereby effectively taking up two parking spaces."
"Jack and Arlene Benn were in Iowa over the weekend," Ivan said. "It was a three-day stay, and Jack said he was going to a track meet, an art show, and a baseball game. Jack will give details on his return to the As the Bladder Fills Club. I hope he takes notes and doesn't depend entirely on memory."
"Dr. Grimes," Ivan said, "brought in an address of a place where you can get a Doctor's, Master's, or B.S. degree. Nobody turned down. Now I can't think of what I want a Doctor's Degree in."
"You remember the class of '41," Ivan said. "That is the class that struggled mightily to lift mediocrity to new heights.I sincerely doubt if the Valedictorian of the class of '41 could spell mediocrity. But they were loyal to each other to the core. When one of their members partook of too much of the bubbly and was threatened with not being allowed to march across the stage to receive his diploma, the rest of the class picketed the superintendent's home en masse. Maybe it was just half masse."
"I think," Ivan said, "the wind has blown more this past year than it has at any time since I can remember."
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