A REMEMBERAMBLE FOR MARCH 19, 2026

GOOD MORNING, FRIENDS

It feels like Thursday this morning, mostly I guess because it is Thursday. I went to see my old school mate, Hal Hall at "Artistic Smiles," in Dublin where he and Dr. Hampton practice quality dentistry along with their top notch staff. I will be going back soon...I forgot the date, but it is written down...to have this tooth fixed. My daddy and many others used to refer to dentists as "tooth dentists," or even, "toof dennis." The word tooth/toof really goes without saying. It reminds me of daddy, who owned a construction and earth moving business, and built countless ponds for folks all around this region. He always referred to ponds as "fish ponds" In his advertising, and on custom paperwork, he wanted it printed that way, for example, let us build you a "fish pond." Mama would always say, "J. R., you don't have to say "fish pond," just say pond." Daddy would "ornery-up," so to speak, and reply, "it's a fish pond, what other kind is there" Which reminds me, did you know that you can build a pond, one with no stream flowing into it, and without stocking it with fish, yet eventually it will have fish populate it? Getting back onto the subject of my dental visit, you know me, I almost always have something funny happen every time I leave my house, yesterday was no exception. As the nice young lady was getting me situated "tooth mammogram X-Ray 'sheen," she asked, "do you have any removables in your mouth?" I answered, "in my mouth, no." Well, that was one of those pregnant pauses, that made it sound like I meant that I had none in my mouth, but I might have some, "elsewhere!" The entire office laughed. It brought to mind the time a few years ago, at Twin City Drugs, where I had gone to get my thyroid meds refilled. I had reinjured my bad knee once more and I was limping. Jonny Olliff was with me, he also needed a med refill. Before I was half-way to the back of the store, one of the kind young ladies asked loudly, "what do you need Mr. Wade?" I replied, "I need to get my Synthroid refilled, and then I added, "what I really need is some "limp" medicine!" Then I realized how that sounded and compounded it by sayin too quickly, "not 'that kind' of limp medicine!" All of the women cracked up laughing, and Jonny, red faced just peeled off, made a u-turn and headed right back out of the store. Of course we have had fun with that one ever since. Oh, a few days ago I stirred up a "gut kerfuffle," saying that I was tired of hearing about women's "gut" problems in TV ads, because I am a good boy and was raised right. A better term for it, popped into my head yesterday, it was brilliant of me, bordering on genius. I nominate the term, "casings." Since hog or sheep guts are used as casings on sausages, it would be a great term to refer to ladies' lil ole dainty "guts," simply as "casings." RomanThat is brilliance on my part, is it not? Oh, you say it is not?...I shall return now from whence I have come, meaning my couch! Love y'all, and thank you.

Romans 8: 38-39, KJV

we boyz three, babee conway, il merle, & me