Betty by Gary Delainey and Gerry Rasmussen for July 16, 2018

Yeah, men and women are different.

“Make you play hooky.” Right…. More like, “Let you play hooky.”

A pretty good memory for him as an adult. And it doesn’t seemed to have done any damage. “Sometimes” isn’t going to hirt

Everyone should have a dad like that

Perspective and moderation are good teachers.

No different than if you took your kid out of school for a doctor’s appointment. As long as he is not missing a test, once in a blue moon occasion is ok. I’ll bet he works twice as hard in the classroom tomorrow. This, coming from a former teacher.

By the way, I just realized today is Monday….so what happened with the big race? Did she finish it? How did she place? How sore is she?

I hope Junior doesn’t have any plans this afternoon.

LIke a child’s going to ruin their academic career, not get into Harvard, and end up in a dead-end job because he or she was taken of class for one afternoon.

One of my best memories is going to an afternoon World Series game with my Dad! (Back in the day those actually existed!) The only teacher who expressed “displeasure” with my absence the next day was just jealous he wasn’t there!

Some memories are unforgettable, remaining ever vivid and heartwarming! Joseph B. Wirthlin

You can close your eyes to reality but not to memories. Stanislaw Jerzy Lec

Take care of all your memories. For you cannot relive them. Bob Dylan

Unhappy is he to whom the memories of childhood bring only fear and sadness. H. P. Lovecraft

We all have our time machines. Some take us back, they’re called memories. Some take us forward, they’re called dreams. Jeremy Irons

I have a fond memory of a World Series game. My team was playing a day Series game during school and I was determined to listen to it. I hollowed out an old book to fit my transistor radio in it, then ran the earphone cable up my shirtsleeve to my ear, keeping my head turned just enough to hide it. Didn’t get caught and heard them win… ☺

Yep, I listened to Don Larson’s perfect game in junior high school on my little radio.

There was a time men didn’t get much vacation. I can’t begrudge a great memory like that.

During BC’s 1958 centennial my dad took me out of school to witness some of the events. I particularly remember seeing the stage coach come in from the Fraser River gold fields (which had apparently been transplanted to the Vancouver suburbs for the occasion.)