Pickles by Brian Crane for December 06, 2020

“And these thoughts flash through my head in less than a second.”

When people think about pudding, they think about Bill Cosby and then they don’t want pudding anymore.

Sky-diving or pudding. Hmm. I’m THINKING about it!

If you don’t eat your meat, you can’t have any pudding…

never sky-dove myself; I’ll only do it if the airplane is about to crash mid-air

No airplanes for me.

Skydiving is not at all risky! But should the chute fail to open, it won’t be the fall that kills you…it will be the sudden stop !!

;-)

Deep thoughts, Earl. Deep thoughts.

I make the best rice pudding, my daughter absolutely craved it.

Remember the story of the guy who went to parachute school. When finished with the schooling,he was scheduled for his first jump and the instructor gave him final instructions. Fasten your parachute, attach cord to door frame , jump, pull rip cord, if that doesn’t work pull emergency cord. A pickup will be waiting for you when you land. So he went thru the whole process and when the emergency cord didn’t work either, he mumbled to himself, ‘ I BET THE PICKUP WON’T BE THERE EITHER’.

Earl time to go home and make pudding ! Now you have something to do ;-)

As a draftee back in 1970 myself and about 100 other draftees were herded into a large room and offered such a deal. Sign up for airborn and you could wear these wonderfully shiny boots and jump out of airplanes. Someone near me quietly said “Only things falling out of the sky are bird shit and idiots.” I thought that was a brilliant comment. I spent my army years with my feet on the ground where they were meant to be.

Flew to Europe…8 hours in a plane about blew my mind….when you’re claustrophobic, it not a good thing….never again!

Just finished listening to the The Fatal Flying Affair by T. E. Kinsey. The story centered around the early days of flying and parachute development. Not something I’d want to try. . .

Me too done flying, sick of it all

Soon he’ll be thinking, Remember when Clyde used to meet me at the park? We would sit and he would listen to me talk for hours. I wonder why he never stops by anymore.

It’s the little things in life that keep you grounded.

Need a little “Mortal Peril”? Just cross against the light.

Pudding. Now he is getting down to the important issue.

I LOVE Jello Pudding

Tomorrow, Earl skydives while eating pudding.

A perfectly logical train of thought.

With his luck he would skydive onto a pile of sharp rocks.

pudding for breakfast? I’m in

The advantage of being retired.. lots of time to think with no reason to stay focused on one track.

Never sky dived, no access to the sport where I grew up. Never crossed my mind to do it. If senior Bush could sky dive, and 100 year olds, why can’t I? They were attached to the instructor and the instructor wanted to get down in one piece. Good insurance policy. Instructor wants down alive therefore I will get down alive and in one piece.

I haven’t had pudding in YEARS!

They serve lots of pudding in the Old Folk’s Home, Earl. Something to look forward to.

Pudding is safer, Earl!

My newspaper comic left out the title panel. It made for a confusing start.

I love pudding. My wife buys me the little Jello snack ones (chocolate) and makes me tapioca sometimes. Bread pudding, too.

I wanted to do a tandem sky dive for my 80th birthday 2 yrs ago & it was upsetting to my husband, I’m his caregiver & he probably didn’t want me dead or injured because if so he’d end up in assisted living.

to all the veterans leaving comments—thank you for your service!!!

Pudding comes in a box or does it?

Earl has a little problem with staying on topic with his thoughts.

Skydiving is on my bucket list – however, I want to have all my paperwork in order first – will, trust fund for my daughter, power of attorney, etc. I already have a medical directive. :o) I figure the better prepared I am, the less Loki will be interested in screwing me over.

I don’t know, I think I’d skydive. Once.

A few years ago my nephew had a 2-year assignment as Commander of the Army Golden Knights—skydiving team. We went to a couple of shows and I told him I’d be willing to have a go at it…but we never got around to doing it. Darn. Earl has reawakened that desire, but Matt isn’t connected with the Golden Knights anymore…so I think I’ll go mix up some pudding, instead.

I can’t find Cozy Shack Chocolate Pudding anymore.

Pudding skins are God’s gift to humanity.

See that. Everyone is looking for Roscoe… I guess that was the test, see? One little word of “weapontry” can destroy a city with a push of a button. Thank GOD we have the best elders who can catch a DRIFT. No airplanes. Thank you Pappy. Felt a little “spooked” with a Christmas present wrapped up somewhere and only having ONE shoe in it. Laying out here no phone for the sake of what mission trip? Now i know my life is worth losing if need be. Thank you for VALUING Eagle Scouts. SMOOCH!!!

Lots of things I think of that I can’t do anymore…..

I’ve never understood jumping out of a perfectly good airplane.

My first flight was as a passenger in a Beachcraft Bonanza when I was about 12. We chartered it to go up to Wisconsin and pick up my grandmother, and I got to take the round trip. My next flight was to San Antonio for AF Basic, then home for leave. Few more flights in AF cargo planes to SE Asia and back. More flights to Tech schools for the Phone Company. I enjoyed every one of those flights. Miss them since I retired.

Earl is brainfarting around.

No airplanes for me either, but I do wonder about pudding.