Oliver Jones told me a secret the other day at the Clay County Electric annual meeting about where Paul Ainley has been catching a lot of fish. But Paul already told me a long time ago that I can go fishing with him anytime and that he knows several places where the big ones are. So, who knows, the three of us might take off some day and come back in with enough fish to open a fresh fish market! Also, I hope to get down to Corning Lake for a day of fishing with friend Pat Magee this fall.

Enroute to Heber Springs the other Saturday morning, we “bumped” into Ray Shaver, former long-time Corning businessman, who was enroute to have breakfast at a Pocahontas restaurant. He said to tell everyone “hello”.

This is going to be an attempt to explain my way out of a little mess that a co-worker and I created the other day, just from not asking enough questions… if you can imagine, me not asking questions! Anyway, we stopped by the Byes farm out near Palatka and I remember visiting the same place several years ago when a dog belonging to his father had a litter of about 17 puppies. We left there not knowing that we had the Byes’ mixed up, thinking all the time that we had talked with and had taken a picture of Dick Byes when all the time we had visited with Leroy Byes. In realty, Dick Byes has only a few cantaloupes and about 25 acres of watermelons on his 53-acre farm. So, anytime I get to asking too many questions remember that I don’t want this sort of mix-up to become a habit.

I’ve come very near crippling myself right good in recent weeks… first, I forgot about moving the recliner out of the living room and ended up falling all over the place. With a glass of ice tea in one hand and a sandwich in the other, I took myself a seat in a swivel rocking chair, placed one foot on the floor, gave a big push and leaned back like I always did in the recliner. Wow, it was like being on a carnival ride… before I knew what was taking place, the chair had overturned, food was flying all about the room and I was trying to keep myself and the chair from landing on Putter who was as close as he could be begging for a bite.

Then, one evening last week, I ran in home to get ready to go somewhere else and slammed my arm into the bathroom door. It couldn’t have hurt any worse if I had broken it. See, I have this throw rug in front of the bathroom lavatory, and it had been scooted out of place. Being in a hurry, I stepped over Putter, gave the door a push and kept walking, all the same time. Trouble being, the door got hung up on the rug and I ran smack into it.

Don’t forget about counting the fogs in August. That will let us know how many snows to expect this Winter.

Stopped by my friend’s house the other evening, not knowing that a sideshow was going to be performed… she has as much trouble folding fitted sheets as I do, but had saved this page out of a magazine that told exactly how to do it, so it said. After about 30 minutes of trying, she still had a wadded up mess. I solved that problem a long time ago, just take the sheets off the bed, wash them and put them right back on and there is no folding to be done! Eventually, when that set wears out I’ll get another set that is wadded up in the drawer and start using them in the same manner.