By: Stan Jordan
Shirts with a pocket
A good fish story
Any good story
A good hot dog
A good old car
To sit by a window and watch the traffic
To trade bumps with a little shaver
A good ball game
Zippers that work
A nice ride in the country
To sit and reminisce about anything
To be able to help somebody about history
Noodles
A good drink of good water
Any nice day
I like to watch the crops grow
I pretty much like being 95
A good friendly lap cat
All my friends
To see a person make good
Antwerp and its people
All the people at the West Bend News
The Riverside Veterans’ Memorial Park
All of our first responders
A well manicured lawn and clean streets
I like what I am doing: sitting, looking, thinking, remembering and writing
See ya!
A man and his wife were the 4th and 5th people lined up at window #3 of the Seldom Trust Bank.
The first man at the window pulled out a .45 calibre automatic pistol and robbed the bank. He demanded the clerk to empty all the drawers into a bag he had.
He turned to the number 2 man in line and asked “Did you see me rob this bank?” and the man stammered and said, “yes, I did.” And the robber shot him dead., and said aloud, “I can’t leave any witnesses.”
He turned to the third man in line and asked, “Did you see me rob this bank?” and when the man said “yes, I did” the robber shot him dead.
And then he turned to the 4th man and asked, “Did you see me rob this bank?” The number 4 man said, “No sir, but my wife here did.”
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A woman walks into a pharmacy and asks the pharmacist for some arsenic. He asks, “What for?” She says, “I want to kill my husband.” He says, “Sorry, I can’t do that.” She reaches into her handbag and pulls out a photo of her husband in bed with the pharmacist’s wife and hands it to him. He says, “You didn’t tell me you had a prescription…”
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A French Canadian’s Lament
Sometimes I hunt zee dog,
Sometimes I hunt zee rat
Now I take my axe and go
I’m hunt zee skunk – pole cat
My friend Bill says he hear fur very good
And is very good to eat
I tell my wife, I go and get fur coat
And sometime get some meat
I walk one, two, three, four miles
I feel one awful smell
I think that skunk had gone and died
And zee fur coat gone to hell
I get up very, very close
I raise my axe up high
That darned skunk, he up and plunk
Throw something in my eye
Sacre Blu, I’m blind
Holy smoke, I cannot see
I run round and round
Till I run into great big tree
Soon I get very very mad
And I lite out for the shack
I think about a million skunk
He climbed upon my back
Now when I get home
My wife, she sick on me the dog
‘You no sleep in here tonight
Go out and sleep with hog”
Now when I get out to hog pen
Holy smoke, now what you think
The hog won’t let me sleep in there
Because of awful stink
Now I don’t hunt the skunk no more
To get his fur and meat
For if his breath it smell so bad
Holy smoke, what about his feet?!
WHY 21?
By: Stan Jordan
A few weeks ago I wrote a column on the unfairness to our young folks under 21 years of age.
Our federal government must figure a young man of 18 is a knowledgable adult as he is allowed to vote in any election.
Our federal government says he is allowed to enter any of the armed forces at the age of 18.
In fact if they need him, they will come and get him, not many questions asked.
Now the state of Ohio passed a bill that says Ohio young people can’t smoke until they are 21 years of age.
The law states that he has to be 21 to enter a VFD or some other lodges, why?
The feds have said he is a smart, young man and can help run his country so why these other restrictions?
See ya
WHAT I THINK
By: Stan Jordan
I’m sitting here at my desk, Friday, August 9th and this is what I think. Maybe you don’t agree, but like I said, it is what I think.
All of these instances of people killing other people sort of use the same form.
Yes, some of them you could classify as “me too” jobs and use the same ideas to kill people.
That job out in Colorado I think was mostly from those two boys being bullied, looked down on, they were not in the “click” or the circle and they wanted to get even and to be recognized and we will never know.
Some of the other killings followed the same pattern and I think reason, someone not being accepted by the other classmates and too much time to think of himself and he thinks no one to confide in.
Then some of the adult killers, some of them use the same pattern but a different weapon, like a truck or a car to kill with.
But I think in that guy’s brain and thinking it’s about the same: hate, jealousy, get a little notoriety; I will get noticed from now on. In his head there is no courtesy, respect or care for anyone. Not even his parents.
As far as the weapon, I think he already has one and he wants to use it. If not he won’t have any trouble getting one, as long as he has a clean record.
Back in the early 1930’s, John Dillinger needed weapons, so he broke into the police station in Auburn, IN and stole a lot of ammo, firearms and a bullet proof jacket. They will find a way to get those guns.
See ya
A NO NAME COLUMN
By; Stan Jordan
Walter Lang, a retired school teacher, was in the office this morning (August 12), and we talked about some old Sinclair gasoline stations in Antwerp.
As long as I can remember, there was a Sinclair station on the southeast corner of Main and River Street. I know it was operated by Roy Miller, Bob McClaughlin, Lee Miller and some others.
Down on the corner of Erie Street and East Canal was a Sinclair station owned and operated by Lavon Carr. East on US 24 on the other side of the Zuber cutoff was a Sinclair station operated by H.C. Gordon.
In the early 1930’s there was a Sinclair station west on River Street by a man named Guy Long then in the middle 30’s, Joe Ross bought the station.
Fred Dunderman had a Sinclair Distributorship up on Wilhelm Street by the railroad, but it wasn’t a service station.
There were other gasoline stations here, maybe I will remember all of them. Gas was 6 gallons for $1.00. Here on the corner of US 24 and North Main, Hi-speed, Johnson, Pure Oil and Marathon and maybe some others. On the east side of South Main, Warren Seslar had a Texaco station plus the Park Station was Texaco. On North, Leinard’s had a gasoline station.
West on US 24 B.J. Kauffman had a gasoline station where now is the motel.
On west on US 24 to the curve was The Road House, that was also a service station. There was an Enarco Station down on the corner of South Main and West Daggett Street, later on that was a Ford dealer. The Shell station came along later. In 1940 Charles Van Horn had a station, Blue Sunoco.
The “Cup” also sold gas, that came a little, so did the Sohio station.
See ya!
