Nancy Classics by Ernie Bushmiller for May 29, 2020

Aged maybe eight, a sunny day in May, playing in my uncle’s back yard while Mom and Dad are chatting with him on his front porch.

A heavy rain springs up, of a sudden, out of nowhere. I run in the back door, down the long center hallway, out onto the porch.

Mom, sitting with Dad on the porch swing, asks, “Why are you all wet?”

I look out on a dry front yard. Then I turn around and look the length of the hallway to see heavy splashing on the back porch.

“What are you looking at?”

I decide it’s beyond words, so I just point.

Back before they had the plug on the bottom so that you don’t have to destroy the piggy bank…

We used a table knife to slide into the slot. A coin would be caught beside it and slide out with it.

Nancy’s house has a rubble stone foundation today. So Barney must’ve built it. With Fred’s help. (Now do you get it? Whadaya mean – not worth the trouble? Ok. You’re right. But now you got the Flintstones theme song stuck in your head – SO THERE!)

The Munsters

save for a rainy day!

Back when I was stationed in Panama, I was on a hill taking nails out of boards. A thunderstorm came by and started raining about 6 feet away from me. It was pouring so hard, I could feel the splash. But it never got any closer and eventually moved away.

Would’ve been funny(but a little sad) if piggy looked sad.

ICE CREEEEEEEAAAAAMMM!!!

Ha, ha.

And people’s think that this is better than Olivia Jaimes. Ugh.

i saw that happen once across the street from the home I ws in.