Your old pal, Chip, here again with another column of Quips for all the people of Kooterville. I've been off for a few weeks taking care of my father. He isn't sick. He just needs attention and somebody to work his VCR. Yeah, he's a bit behind the times when it comes to technology. Like the guy who still can't figure out where to buy 8 track cartridges. I think the guy is my brother Skip. All this family talk has me thinking about thanking the big guy for everything in our lives this Thanksgiving. Here's a list of things I am thankful for this Turkey Day, and remember, it still counts as a new column. They ought to call this Chip's Clips or the Crap Scrap Heap. Here goes. Thanks for:
Carl Larson and the junior high marching band- for trying to stay on the same page and play a whole song in wool outfits while sweating in Fourth of July heat. We are particularly thankful for the amount of drumming that goes on in a parade. Hell, you don't even need to bring the other kids next year. They play for about 5 minutes, anyway.
Thanks to Jane Herlin for sending Kooky Kat Videos to our Facebook account- We love that one where Pete Jeffer's barn cat, Lou looks at something closes his eyes and you hear a burp. Fuuuunnny stuff!
Thanks to all the families who read this column every week and send me such encouraging notes like this one- "Did you ever think about writing a column about that one thing we've all been talking about lately? That's got Chip's Quips written all over it, no pun intended and none taken."
Thanks to The Olinoy Reporter for letting yours truly go on and on about this and that, here and there and what have you - If I see Old Man Sanders scowl at another teenager, I'll know all is right with the world and he still needs to make an eye appointment with Doc Dailey and adjust his medications.
Finally, we are all thankful for this Thanksgiving and all that we have been given, received and returned without even a hint of a receipt. Until next week, there's nothing wrong with saying please and thank you unless their followed or proceeded by a knock on the door from a local policeman.