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When he was little, I made him type this paragraph once every day...
Your quick brown fox, the one you gave to the zoo, jumped over the high fence surrounding the fox area and stole a box of popcorn from an unsuspecting vendor. Now, the zoo authorities want to return that brown fox to our home! Here is my question, “Just what do you plan to do; when they arrive?” I’m hoping that you have some good ideas, because I don’t intend to feed that critter.
In Junior High he took keyboarding for half his study hall, now he takes keyboarding for half his lunch. I'm big on typing.
He's big on imagination, as is his best friend from across the courtyard; when they are over, I like to sing the line "in a world of pure imagination" - I can get away with being goofy because I have carefully laid down a lifetime precedent of goofiness; the art of goofy is a lifetime art, it takes cultivating.
By now you may be wondering what this top post has to do with history? Or even if this post has any purpose at all? See how my goofiness keeps you off guard? I tell ya, goofy connoisseurs every where seek to look into such matters. Tim Allen is a natural, being an old neighbor of mine... Detroit suburbs. I can dance goofy too. It's not modern dance and its not classical dance, its goofy dance; the best of everything.
where was I?
Oh yes, keyboarding.
So, the two Winnie the Poohs are up on history, not like I'm vaguely aware that people roamed the planet before I got here, no, these two know exactly what was happening on the battlefield... all them battlefields, for the past couple of thousand years. Now his friend is writing a historical novel, set in the time of Napoleon, my son is co-author, I know the Title, but I'm bound to secrecy until the first book gets published (there's going to be a prequel and a sequel) - this is being done rather rapidly, drawing on their vast knowledge and limitless imagination; and the ability to knock down a chapter or two or three at a single sitting.
man, am I jealous.
So stay tuned because this will get published and I will run down how to get a copy. I can see JackDallas shaking in his boots. My son is 15 years old and his friend (the author) is 14 years old. BTW, they are doing this because it is fun.
Your quick brown fox, the one you gave to the zoo, jumped over the high fence surrounding the fox area and stole a box of popcorn from an unsuspecting vendor. Now, the zoo authorities want to return that brown fox to our home! Here is my question, “Just what do you plan to do; when they arrive?” I’m hoping that you have some good ideas, because I don’t intend to feed that critter.
In Junior High he took keyboarding for half his study hall, now he takes keyboarding for half his lunch. I'm big on typing.
He's big on imagination, as is his best friend from across the courtyard; when they are over, I like to sing the line "in a world of pure imagination" - I can get away with being goofy because I have carefully laid down a lifetime precedent of goofiness; the art of goofy is a lifetime art, it takes cultivating.
By now you may be wondering what this top post has to do with history? Or even if this post has any purpose at all? See how my goofiness keeps you off guard? I tell ya, goofy connoisseurs every where seek to look into such matters. Tim Allen is a natural, being an old neighbor of mine... Detroit suburbs. I can dance goofy too. It's not modern dance and its not classical dance, its goofy dance; the best of everything.
where was I?
Oh yes, keyboarding.
So, the two Winnie the Poohs are up on history, not like I'm vaguely aware that people roamed the planet before I got here, no, these two know exactly what was happening on the battlefield... all them battlefields, for the past couple of thousand years. Now his friend is writing a historical novel, set in the time of Napoleon, my son is co-author, I know the Title, but I'm bound to secrecy until the first book gets published (there's going to be a prequel and a sequel) - this is being done rather rapidly, drawing on their vast knowledge and limitless imagination; and the ability to knock down a chapter or two or three at a single sitting.
man, am I jealous.
So stay tuned because this will get published and I will run down how to get a copy. I can see JackDallas shaking in his boots. My son is 15 years old and his friend (the author) is 14 years old. BTW, they are doing this because it is fun.
