My favorite book as a child?

What was my favorite book as a child and do I have a copy of it?

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It was this old red Daniel Boone book I found in the local library; can't recall the title. It's not the example shown above; after all, it was just a red book with no cover graphic, so there's nothing to show.

What was cool was what was inside. There were all these wonderful line drawings of Dan doing his thing, from youth to manhood, much of it probably far-fetched. One I recall was of his having "kilt a bar on this tree," corny stuff like that. The main thing is the darn thing smelled so good! You know that smell . . .

It turned me on to reading all the Boone books they had at our library, and then on to Davy Crockett. This and reading the backs of baseball & football cards made me a devouring reader all my life. Thanks, Dan'l. No, I don't have a copy of it; wish I did.

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Picasso quote

That great artist, that great Spaniard, Picasso, said, "There are only two kinds of women: goddesses and doormats." And I would add to that, that each one gets to choose which she is.

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Artwork by a Pablo P.

The last time I laughed?

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The last time I laughed was over breakfast, at one of my usual morning places, over the obituaries in the morning paper.

My whole family have always been obit readers; probably because my parents always read them as we kids were growing up. We're always asking one another, Did you see that he or she died? and what have you. The main reason I read them, is that you can often find something funny in them, believe it or not.

For instance, whoever wrote this lady who shall go unnamed's obituary, probably some close family member, mentioned that, among the handful of things she "absolutely loved" in life were Elvis impersonators & cream gravy. That struck me as funny & I laughed. You see, an obituary is no inexpensive thing, and to list these two things among the dearly departed's few great loves in life cost a pretty penny, no doubt. Now I think Elvis mimics & gravy are great things, and that this dead lady was probably great too, but I just wish she had gotten out more.

Another part of the question was what laughter means to me. I think it means that I'm still alive & still have a reason to go on; after all, they say fifteen minutes of laughter equal one night's sleep, so I think it's good for what ails me. Hardyharhar!

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