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Today we celebrate the birthday of Walter Cronkite, born in 1916. Is there anybody alive who doesn't remember him?

Yes, folks, I'm perfectly aware that when postage stamps were first invented, hoity-toit social crowds invented strange and arbitrary codes about the precise placement of the stamp. In one social crowd an upside-down stamp might mean "I love you" and in another social crowd it might mean "Stop writing" and so forth. The opportunities for misinterpretation, and therefore taking offense, were almost unlimited.

So as far as I'm concerned, put the stamp onto your letter any way you please. The post office department will just hafta take it any way they can get it, if they know what's good for them.

It's kinda like the phone answering machine message I used before I was married. It began with "Praise be to Allah. My apologies for leaving you at the mercy of this infernal machine." Some of my callers thought it was pretty funny. Others became emotionally disturbed.

And now that Christmas shopping season is approaching, cash register people are faced with the dilemma of greeting customers with "Merry Christmas" or "Happy Holidays" or "Joyous 374-th Anniversary of Pecos Bill's First Communion" or whatever. Hey, folks, I'm happy to receive any greeting they wanna greet me with!

But anyhow, the Wondrous Weather Website is predicting a great day for your free choice of activity.

Happy Freedom Of Choice!

OrneryPest