And, he knows how to program the VCR.  He's got a hell of a future - even if
he's now deciding after 9 years that maybe he doesn't want to be a doctor.
Wants to be more creative.  I told him he can do whatever he wants in life,
but sometimes it helps if there is money involved.

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From: When I'm in bed I'm a tourist.
[mailto:[log in to unmask]]On Behalf Of Gabriel
Orgrease
Sent: Saturday, July 12, 2003 7:23 AM
To: [log in to unmask]
Subject: Re: generations - was pond life


Pam Stevenson wrote:

>Last night around 8:15, the hubbie, younger son (14) and I were driving
over to Geneva to see if the rebuilt "Ponder-grossa" was an OK place to eat.
I'm sure it's something younger son won't think is funny.
>
So I drive around in my Subaru (with a load of 18th century hand pressed
bricks for histo presto content and some really old jokes) with the
clock on the radio an hour out of sync because I cannot for the life of
me figure out the combination of buttons to push to change it and on a
visit north your younger son finds the car manual and fixes it bingidy
bang! Next time we go to daylight savings I can't find the manual and
your younger son is not available and I drive around again with the
clock on the radio out of sync. In time he will laugh at the old jokes,
repackaged into new clothes, and he won't even know that they are old jokes.

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