Sometimes I guess I’m a little bit . . . oh what’s the word I’m looking for, oh yeah — dumb.

I’ve had my horse, Joey, at his new stables for almost six month which means I’ve been to the horse supply store in that neighborhood numerous times.

Well, guess what I never even noticed was right next door?

An Antique Mall! (Which is code for overpriced thrift store, but still!)  All this time, I could have been exploring their old books and magazines!  Which just goes to show you that sometimes it pays to look right and left.

Anyway, I’m taking the day off from the blog today.  I’m not going to write a post as much as I’m just going to sit here and leisurely browse through an old Saturday Evening Post from 1969 that I picked up yesterday at my newly discovered Antique Mall.

Here’s a car very much like the kind my mother always drove.  They were roughly the size of three football fields. My mother owned many used cars in her life.  But she was very discriminating in that she seemed to only want to buy the ones that had holes in the mufflers.  You could always hear my mother coming a mile away.  She would have made a horrible spy.

This was in an article entitled:  The Enigma of President Nixon.  I think the enigma is — how did Richard Nixon ever end up with such a nice family? 

 It says:  ” . . . Don’t you think I’ve thought of that–I’d fire them in a minute only the severance pay would wipe me out.” 

Gads people were unhealthy looking then!  I wonder if it had anything to do with the cigarettes and alcohol?  Maybe this was taken during the Great Lettuce Shortage of 1969.

Oh this is interesting.  He’s so busy remembering things he completely forgot to flick his ashes. 

Okay, I had to put my two-cents worth in on that one.

This man not only makes a living writing short paragraphs, he is the human living embodiment of a short paragraph!  Which I guess just goes to show you that God always gets it right!

Well, that was a fun day off from the blog wasn’t it Dear Readers?  Here’s a sneak peek of what we’ll be leisurely browsing through on our next day off:

Don’t ya just love that hole in his pants!

Until next time . . . I love you