[25 years ago, =
I was a professor at Pillsbury College. Recall some fun discussions in =
the faculty bay where our offices were located.]
Eating donuts =
that I had brought from the day-old counter at Wall Drug (I commuted 840 =
miles twice a month to be able to have a couple long weekends with the =
wife back in Wyoming and always tried to bring a treat back to campus), =
a few of us were discussing the trials of getting older. =
I admitted, =
"One time I caught myself with a jar of mayonnaise in my hand in =
front of the refrigerator and couldn’t remember whether I was putting it =
away or starting to make a sandwich."
I think it was =
Dave, the history prof, who chimed in, "Yes, sometimes I find =
myself out in the hallway of the classroom building and can’t remember =
whether I was on my way TO class or FROM =
class."
As our coffee =
ran low, the mission professor responded, "Well, I’m glad I’m old =
but not THAT old” and we all laughed. He added “I’m =
not getting ‘SSI’ (senility setting in) yet. I don’t have that =
problem, knock on wood," as he rapped his knuckles on the =
table.
Then he looked =
up and said, "That must be the door. I’ll get =
it."
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Dr Bob Griffin =
[email protected] =
www.grif.net
"Jesus =
Knows Me, This I Love!"