Photo worth 1,000 words and 71 years old – Red Bluff Daily News
Readers will note that we recently decided that having two columns in the Daily News was a bit too much. I discussed my Passing Parade with our editor and we decided together to give it a rest, that if there was excessive demand for its cover, we could give it another try if the opportunity arose again. As we are not planning to do so at this time, we will tread water until the demand overwhelms us.
In the meantime, here’s an item that should have appeared in the Passing Parade:
The Missus and I celebrated our wedding anniversary this week. She said it was our 71st, and who am I to doubt that? Either way, good for us.
By the way, I came across a photo of me and my Cree Leader assistants when I was elected Cree Leader at the RBUHS circa 1947. The photo was taken on the granite front steps of the old high school. The building was later boarded up and set on fire, but the photo captured a moment in time. Have I told you about this before? I do not remember anymore. Anyway, here’s the moment again:
I stand behind my two assistants, the beautiful Joann Miller and the equally beautiful Sue Hefrin. My hands are resting lightly on their shoulders and everyone seems happy. However, what we could not realize at the time was that, many years later, Mrs. Miller would become Mrs. Robert Minch. Who would have thought?
Of course, the Missus also had a good shot, you know.
Recently, some of my fellow columnists dubbed me the “dean” of the Daily News columnists. If “dean” refers to the head of a faculty or department in a college or university, I think that’s a bit too much. However, if that means living a long life and being in the footsteps since taking over my father’s “I say” column when he died in 1964, Guilty as Charged.
To be in the footsteps? What does that mean? It’s an old expression from the days of the horse and buggy. More specifically, the term applies to someone who is expected to follow certain rules or protocol. The idiom “kick on tracks” dates back to at least the 1800s and refers to the straps that attach a horse, oxen, or other draft animal to the cart it is pulling, called tracks.
Google proclaims that the US population is aging and that the number of Americans aged 65 and over will more than double over the next 40 years, reaching 80 million by 2040. The number of adults aged 85 and over, the group most often in need of basic personal care assistance, will almost quadruple between 2000 and 2040.
I mention these statistics because our daughter Melody Lisa works in the care sector in Marin.
There are many names for this company and service, but you can bet they turn out to be expensive no matter what title they go by.
Melody lives in Marin and the company she works for is called At Home Caregivers.Com. It is owned by Peter Rubens and was recently named the best such company in Marin by the Pacific Sun newspaper for 2022. Melody reports that it has several hundred employees and the majority of their caregivers are from the Philippines.
Buying private label products is a great way to save money on groceries. They are almost always less expensive than name brands and in many cases are of equal quality. According to Consumer Reports, 22% of shoppers even choose which supermarkets to shop at, in part because of the quality of their private label brands.
However, not all private label is created equal. Some of them match or exceed the big brands in flavor and performance, while others just don’t measure up. To get the best overall value, it helps to know when store brands are really good deals and when name brands are worth the extra money.
Store brands, also known as house brands, name brands, or private labels, are not made by the stores that sell them. Instead, food companies make these products, sell them to stores at low prices, and allow stores to put their own labels on them.
Note that the SF Giants beat the San Diego Padres the other night. If they continue to improve, I might decide to wear my Giants hat again. Winning is more important than loyalty when it comes to baseball.
Sister L. Smith, my sister, who is not a bride of Christ, is always looking for unknown names. She recently saw a guy in the obituary whose first name was Pniler. She asked me if I had come across the name before and, if so, how it was pronounced. I offered to rhyme with vanilla. The young lady thought that it would rhyme with miler as in a race in the countryside and on the track. The person has gone to their reward and is nowhere near shedding light on the matter.
The woman’s maiden name was Miller, which doesn’t get us closer to the truth. If he happened to have, say, a cousin, whose full name was Pniler Miller, we would go somewhere. As it stands, the name is no more telling than that of a law firm, like Crane, Poole, Pniler and Schmidt. Maybe you were meant to be there.
An adventurous woman decided to sleep with a man who had never been with a woman. She traveled the world and her search took her to Australia where she found a man who, having spent his life in the outback, had not even seen a woman for 30 years. The lady took the man to her hotel room. He looked around and said, “This room isn’t big enough.”
The lady said, “That looks pretty big to me.”
The man replied, “Well, I’ve never slept with a woman before, but if it’s anything like a kangaroo, we’ll need all the room we can get.”
Robert Minch is a longtime resident of Red Bluff, former columnist for Corning Daily Observer and Meat Industry magazine and author of “The Knocking Pen” and his new book “We Said.” He can be reached at [email protected]