The Codgers

The captain of a pirate ship was sitting in his cabin when the first mate came to him and said: “There is a pirate ship on the horizon!” The captain replied, “Tell the men to prepare the guns and bring me my red shirt!” “Yes sir!” replied the first mate and went to fulfill his orders. The ship c...

This morning, Medford & I joined the “Misfits, loosers and angry loners” group, complete with the misspelled “loosers” (losers), a nice touch.  We joined because Realtor® Teresa pointedly invited us in her focus statement: “Codgers are always welcome.” Although she did not send us an invitation,...

The temperature still hovered about the +6ºF mark as I made my way, nicely (and warmly) bundled in my air force style survival parka, 3M Thinsulate™ gloves, and woolen socks. The headwind was bit brisk with the wind chill a tad below zero (funny—when I was young, there was no such thing as “wind...

OK—Reflections from JUST INSIDE the Back Porch! I stepped outside on my back porch, as I do every morning, and was greeted by a +6ºF St. Paul morning—exactly as predicted. I may be old, but not stupid—my china, not stoneware, mug of organically & shade grown, fair trade, unpolluted with cream & s...

It’s quite cool this morning on the back porch, 25ºF & windy—perhaps “normal’ weather is approaching! The wind is out of the northwest, thank you N. Dak, & Alberta! A precursor to the fabled “Alberta Clippers” that bring us the best our Canadian neighbors have to offer. I’ll probably walk to the...

So there was once an appraiser, a mortgage broker, and a real estate salesman, who oddly enough, were all friends, and one day they decided to go fishing. They arrived at the lake, launched the appraiser’s 500hp bass boat (even though they were fishing for sunfish), and motored placidly at full ...

By Medford Ambrose (My Turn) Now—how does Jay start these? Oh never mind, he ain’t writing this so I guess I’ll do it my own way. It’s a fine morning, this one. I’ve pretty much recovered from yesterday’s excess. I’m walking over to Jay’s for my morning cup of Folger’s© freeze-dried instant coff...

By Jay Merton & Medford Ambrose I just stepped out on the back porch, and with my ever-present mug, china, not stoneware, filled with steaming organically-grown, free trade, Guatemalan-roast coffee, I was savoring the 33ºF clear morning, and the apple pie beginning to bake in my oven—when I hear...

We will be taking Thanksgiving off—completely, as we hope you consider as well. No Posts. No comments. Med, Laura & I will not so much as press the power switch on our computers. We will be developing a couple of new characters: James our currently one-dimensional whipping boy will start to visit...

As Medford and I made our way towards our usual table, the one by the front plate-glass window, where in the summer months we can (and do) make comments about the passers-by, but in winter we generally avoid looking out—the reflection’s not pretty, we were AGAIN stopped in our tracks by: “HEY YO...