Showing posts with label Taylor Marler. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Taylor Marler. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 12, 2019

Taylor's terrific gift!

My wonderful son, Taylor, gave me a fantastic gift for Father's Day. (We won't be able to celebrate on Sunday because of conflicting schedules.) He gave me several old, back issues of MAD magazine dating back to the early 70s.
I love it!
It probably will not surprise you to know that I enjoyed reading MAD when I was a kid. (This probably helps explain my somewhat odd sense of humor.) It may not have helped that I occasionally read MAD instead of doing my school homework.
... Another shocker, right?
(I was very disappointed to discover I would not be able to major in MAD magazineology when I got to college.)
Taylor randomly picked some back issues from the early 70s for me from a comic dealer and it turns out a couple of them were issues that I specifically recall from those many years ago.
Cool, huh?
It is a thoughtful, fun gift! Thanks again, Taylor and Raquel. I'm really having fun reading through them. (Perhaps there may be some helpful sermon illustrations awaiting me. Lol!)

"What, me worry?" -Alfred E. Neuman

Monday, March 25, 2013

A Different New (Used) Car


About a week ago I posted a picture of Taylor with his new (used) car. The car in these photos is a different new (used) car.

It turns out that there were some problems with the first car that were significant enough that the small dealer who sold us the car said, "we're just going to trade out the first car for a comparable vehicle."

That's the car in these pictures.

I told Taylor that if another swap becomes necessary then the "third time's a charm" rule goes into effect and they have to give us a brand new tricked out Cadillac SUV.

He's got his fingers crossed.


Saturday, March 16, 2013

Getting A New Car And Scaring People


We were talking about Taylor’s new wheels (seen in the photo) with the guy who sold us the vehicle.  As were doing so another young man was writing up the paperwork for the sale.  During the course of our conversation we returned to a subject that we had already covered with the salesman, mentioning that we would have to have room to carry a dead body in the back.

The young man handling the paperwork, who was not a part of our earlier discussion, looked up with a nervous and quizzical expression on his face.

I chuckled, explaining, “My son is studying to become a funeral director.”

The young man looked relieved and said, “Oh.  I see.”

Then I said, “But you still need to do a good job with the paperwork.”  Pointing at Taylor, I continued, “You don’t want to get him mad.”

The young man did a terrific job, even though his hands were shaking a little bit.