by Gene Sanders | Nov 30, 2015 | From The Porch Swing
“Oh, no, I’m not. I’ve got 2 minutes to spare”, responds my teenager. “Not on a week night”, I answer, “you’re nearly two hours late”. “Get a clue, Dad, there’s no school tomorrow. So, I’m on time”. “It’s still a week night, though, and you’re past the week night...
by Gene Sanders | Nov 16, 2015 | From The Porch Swing
I suppose that’s true for lots of boys, and probably for the same reason as Jackson’s. Fire engines are red, fire trucks are red, and fire wagons are red. Jackson doesn’t play with model cars, he plays with model ladder trucks and model pumpers and model fire chiefs’...
by Gene Sanders | Nov 2, 2015 | From The Porch Swing
I was younger then. Years ago…, heck, centuries ago…, wait, actually, due to Y2K, technically a millennium ago, I was young and there were drive-in movie theatres across the land. We were at a double-feature, and after the children’s movie would be the latest and...
by Gene Sanders | Oct 19, 2015 | From The Porch Swing
Traveling makes me fat. Not vacation travel, where there’s mild exercise, such as paddling, hiking, or snorkeling, and more importantly, my wife, who doubles as my culinary conscience. But business travel makes me fat. There’s rarely exercise, because being ‘on the...
by Gene Sanders | Oct 5, 2015 | From The Porch Swing
Sometimes I train students in non-bulk packaging, which eventually gets around to boxes. In a parcel handling environment that involves conveyor belts and/or automated sorting, a box could end up with any surface downward, even if only temporarily. So if an inner...
by Gene Sanders | Sep 21, 2015 | From The Porch Swing
Sheepishly, I remembered my step-fathers admonition to measure twice and cut once. If I’d followed his rule, I wouldn’t be repeating what I’d just attempted to do, and wouldn’t have wasted the building materials that I’m sure weren’t free. As it was, another 2×4...
