Mom decided she wanted steak for Mother’s Day and tried to make reservations for Saturday night at Piano Bar, but they were unexpectedly closed that night. So we ended up going to Bob’s Steakhouse in Cameron, where I’d never been before. Like Tex Miller’s, I had always heard of Bob’s but never eaten there, although I did have my first Tex Miller burger a year or so ago.
Anyway our steaks were delicious. There were five of us counting Noelia and Augie and all five of us ordered the exact same thing: the 12 oz. rib-eye cooked medium rare. I thought that was kind of funny. You’d think there would have been an oddball out, especially in our family. —kwc— On Tuesday Dad was invited to speak to the Rotary Club, and I got an invitation from Nathan Bland to join with Mom. Dad spoke on the history of The Reporter and especially our family history with the newspaper.
It was fun to listen to his stories even though I already knew most of it. The Rotarians seemed to enjoy it too. I can’t belong to Rotary because it happens on Tuesdays, but since dad was speaking, I decided to go anyway and I’m glad I did, both for the friendly people and the food. If I had any backup at this job, like dad had with Mike Brown, I would go for the food alone.
I was a bad diabetic, but it was worth it. They served some very tender pork loin with mashed potatoes and brown gravy, green beans with tomatoes, some very good macaroni and cheese, and a nice, fresh salad. —kwc— A guy is driving around and he sees a sign in front of a house: “Talking Dog For Sale.”
He rings the bell, and the owner tells him the dog is in the backyard. The guy goes into the backyard and sees a Labrador Retriever sitting there.
You talk?” he asks.
“Yep,” the Lab replies. “So, what’s your story?” The Lab looks up and says, “Well, I discovered that I could talk when I was pretty young, and I wanted to help the government; so I told the CIA about my gift, and in no time at all they had me jetting from country to country, sitting in rooms with spies and world leaders, because no one figured a dog would be eavesdropping. I was one of their most valuable spies for eight years running. But the jetting around really tired me out, and I knew I wasn’t getting any younger so I wanted to settle down. I signed up for a job at the airport to do some undercover security work, mostly wandering near suspicious characters and listening in. I uncovered some incredible dealings and was awarded a batch of medals. I got married, had a mess of puppies, and now I’m just retired.”
The guy is amazed. He goes back in and asks the owner what he wants for the dog. “Ten dollars.”
The guy says, “This dog is amazing. Why on earth are you selling him so cheap?” “Because he’s a liar. He didn’t do any of that.”
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