November 14, 2003
Veterans of all wars were saluted, literally and symbolically in ceremonies here and elsewhere during the past few days. The half-time show at Daniels Field the other night also included a tip of the hat to all who have served this country in times of trouble. At mid-morning on Veterans Day last Tuesday, Perry students and their adult guests in the high school auditorium and the elementary cafetorium were reminded of the sacrifices made on their behalf by young men and women through the years. These programs, and others like them, were thoughtfully planned and graciously received. Most of the veterans I know say pretty much the same thing, in their own words - "I wouldn't trade the world for the privilege of serving my country, but I wouldn't pay a nickel to do it again." World War II veterans are leaving us at an average rate of 1,000 per day. Soon all of them will be gone. If they deserve a tribute, now's the time to offer it.
Now here's something a little frothier, passed along to me by a faithful reader. All of them are borrowed from the Hillbilly School of Medicine.
Tablet—A small table to change babies on.
Seizure—A Roman emperor.
Terminal Illness - Getting sick at the train station.
Tumor—More than one.
Fester— Quicker than someone else.
Hangnail—What you hang your coat on.
Labor pain—Getting hurt at work.
Morbid—A higher offer than I bid.
Nitrate—Cheaper than day rates.
Benign—What you be after you be eight.
Bacteria—Back door to cafeteria.
Barium—What you do with dead folks.
Cat scan—Searching for the cat.
Coma—A punctuation mark.
Let's meet here again at the same time next week.