The twoth of the new year

A friend of a friend is the mother of a junior high school girl. The mother wouldn't allow the daughter to go to a particular dance. "You're, you're," sputtered the daugher. "You're so Amish."

It was odd not to have any college footballs games on TV yesterday. Time was, New Year's Day was dominated by the four major bowl games - Cotton, Sugar, Rose, and Orange, all without corporate sponsors. Today we have the AT&T Cotton Bowl Classic, Tostitos Fiesta Bowl, and Nokia Sugar Bowl.

Yesterday we went to visit my father, who's doing remarkably well. Adam visited with him last week and recorded several hours of story-telling as my father recounted his times riding the rails during the Depression.

After our visit, Sandra and I drove in to the camp. The road was icy and covered with three inches of fresh snow, but the Subaru walked up the hill as nicely as you please. Everything at the camp was in good order, inside and out. Coming down the camp road was, um, interesting. We slid down half the hill, gliding gently out into the roadway below.

We arrived home in time to see Doug Flutie's drop-kick, the first in pro football since 1941.

Today's automated search for a technical documentation job brought a listing for a Emercency Room Director.

So, one of them says, "Let's paint a baseball 20,000 times." And, the other one says, "Good idea."

It was sad to learn that Dave Barry has permanently given up his weekly column. He was on sabbatical for 2005. He will, however, continue write occasional pieces such as his year in review and blog, which leads us to such essential knowledge as Roto-Rooter's Top Five Drainpipe Recoveries of 2005.

Click and Clack give advice about replacing your headlight fluid (second letter).