| (OT)mike douglas: From bubbe comes maybe boobeleh? Boobeleh happens to be one of my favorite words...right up there with "jonquil". On the other hand, the word "beehove" (ugh) is not allowed into my home. My shrink, the astute Doc Kronkite dragged out of me... under the deepest of hypnotic trances, the fact that my third grade teacher, Mrs. Kelly...who resembled a five-foot square block of ice and looked terribly like Charles Laughton on the bridge of HMS Bounty and had a voice that'd stop a Timex, a charging water buffalo and my mother-in-law Clara (not an easy feat, I should add)...along with any Nicholas Cage movies, Fox News programs, anyone wearing clothing filched from Barry Manilow, all writers of computer manuals, and Billy Gates. But...determining a child's life-path by 4th grade is a bit weird. Shuck's, when I was in 9th grade and bored and not getting all A's and B's I was sternly advised by the non-Guidance counseler that I'd better persue a trade forthwith...forget college, reading, writing, the stock market, philosophy... all the stuff I liked. But I digress. We gotta be real careful what we say to kids. 'Cause they tend to listen. (Lee) |
