New way to live on the road!!!

This is the Goat boy and girl in 1942 (Sherry on the right of her Brother Johnny. Don't she look like she is ready to hit the road (These pictures go where they want to not in order)

This is basically a travel Blog. We live in this Motor home full time. On-the-road is our life, so when we hear of other ways to do it, I become interested. Oh yes we have had homes, still do, but others live in them. WE have lived in tents, vans and motor homes.

Paula sent me an address I might be interested in, called “twomulesandawagon.com” It only makes me mad because I did not think of it.

A guy from home rode his horse from NC to California. That should have made me think, we could take a wagon across country. That sounds like a great idea.

I mentioned on here before about the Goat Man. He was quite a character. He rode in a wagon that was pulled by a few teams of goats. He raised his son alone in the wagon as he traveled the country. For kids in the 40’s & 50’s he was an entertaining sight. His wagon was covered with pots and pans. Things he had picked up on the road. He sold goat’s milk and butter also. He became a legend, songs have been written and sang in his honor.

He was born in Iowa and died in a nursing home in Macon, GA at the age of 97 or 120, they say no one really knew. A year before the goat man died, his son (the goat boy) was murdered.
The Goat man was an ordained minister and preached as he traveled. I don’t know how many times he criss-crossed the country, but when my daddy heard he was in the area he made sure to take me to see this site. He sure drew a crowd, even though those goats did smell bad. He had a long beard and looked like I had pictured Moses looking.

Anyway, I guess I have done all the crazy stuff Sherry will let me do. I don’t think she would go for a cross country trip in a wagon pulled by mules. But doesn’t it sound like fun?

Come on, I need some help here.

I will accept encouragement, donations of wagons and mules maybe some goats. I think she would love them. She has a start. (Note top picture of this entry). There she sits smiling REALLY big. I just know she would learn to love goats. (or mules, I know you think she is already married to a mule headed man and knows……)

Thanks for coming this way.
Nite Shipslog
PS:
Since I got old I have noticed that:
Everybody whispers.

And now that I have retired retired ...Sherry wishes I would find a job!

I have 3 sizes of clothes , 2 of which I will never wear again.

But old is good in some areas.. old songs…old movies and best of all OLD FRIENDS!!

Out of place, small picture of the goat man's wagon.

What strange things happened in your life?

After reading yesterday that the worlds last ‘FAT MAN’ of a freak show, had died, I got to thinking.
What is the strangest thing I had ever seen?
When just a child in the second grade, Dad took us to an air show, there I saw a plane crash. A real plane crash and the pilot was killed.

One night in Missouri Sherry and I both saw a UFO. Not up close but far up in the sky. It was lit up like an airplane with it’s landing lights on. It appeared at first like a slow, shooting star, or a real real fast air plane. What made us know it was not airplane it did a 90 degree turn at that speed. No plane I know can do that. At the time I worked at Kirksville Air Force Station. A Radar site. I called and sure enough something had appeared at speeds in excess of 5000 mph. I reported it, of course I was told I was mistaken.

One of my favorite poems is ‘The cremation of Sam McGee’. And my favorite line, which I used in my novel ‘Sticky’ was, ‘The Northern lights have seen queer sights, but the queerest they ever did see was the night on the Marge of Lake Labarge I cremated Sam McGee.’ When we drove to Alaska and passed Lake Labarge, Sherry got a little tired of my story.


Did you ever see Siamese Twins? Daisy and Violet Hilton, Siamese twins, lived out their last years near out home. They had been world famous and had stared in some show business.

They were featured in Freak shows before they were six years old. Managers had cheated them out of all their money and they were desperate when they ended up in Charlotte.

They worked at a grocery store where our family used to buy vegetables, the ‘Park ‘n /shop’ on Wilkinson Boulevard in Charlotte. A brief story is here
http://www.sideshowworld.com/tgodHiltonSisters-SSNL.html

BTW Paula, they lived in San Anton in the 1930’s.

I was once hit by lightening, and can remember it pretty well, I saw it coming and it was strange, you are gonna get hit! I was washing pots and pans on Mess Duty in the USMC. I was using Sandsoap and a brush. When I got hit the sand soap was thrown in the soup and was never taken out. No one complained.

There was a song in the 50’s, ‘Strange things Are happening’.
Thanks for coming by the log.

Nite Shipslog

PS: Strange…..
When I'm not in my right mind, Is my left mind crowded?

I honestly quit watching the evening news. They always begin with a serious, “Good Evening”. Then it goes downhill from there, when they tell you they just lied, it is NOT a good evening. Somebody killed someone, Someone is going to release poison gas, or a terrorist is gonna drop a bomb.

Motor home work... Hard to find a real freak now.

This is Jr. & Mozelle. Both have passed on now. This was their shop. They sold china, flowers and outside ornaments inShelby, NC. I miss them.

This is Ben (the little guy) and Corey the one with RED hair. This is was years ago. They live in Utah. We will see them later this year. We hope to make one more swing around the USA.

I have been doing some remodeling. Gonna make our VCR more assessable, buzz word is: User friendly! Oh, I read a new buzz word yesterday, I have heard of a hiring freeze. Now there is a hiring frost. Not quite a freeze! We Americans love buzz word, alphabet soup names and mnemonics. It is to keep the dictionary writers busy.

Anyway our VCR has been hid, high and out of Sherry’s reach. I am lowering it. OH HO, also have ordered, received and installed (from the internet), three windshield shades, electric and remote control no less. Yes it is hard in this thing if you are headed toward the sun, the little sun visor does very little good. I hope this does the trick. I bought three for $87. They were asking $265 each at the RV place.

I repaired an awning on which the pull straps had broken. WE had the gasket replaced that surrounds the slide out in the living room. Whoa, when they see you coming with one of these things $$$ get’s in their eyes. Sorta like driving a Lincoln/Caddy. Anyway we were leaking and that was not good. Hope all is well in that respect now.

We did get four or five ‘free’ grapefruits out of the deal. Many businesses down here will put boxes of fruit at the entrance. The fruit comes from fruit trees at their homes. A lot of folks have more than they can ever use so they give them away. It is a nice gesture. These are red seedless and delicious.
It seems there may be fewer tourists or less snowbirds down here, I’m not sure. Gasoline plays at going up and going down. It has went up to near $3 now back down to $2.65.

Strange, the last Circus Fat man died. Bruce Snowden made his living as a freak in a sideshow at 600lbs. A freak is a person that is strikingly unusual. He is not strikingly unusual today. Of course neither is the tattooed lady or tattooed man. The pierced guy etc. They are no longer freaks, they walk among us.

I still like circuses & fairs sometime. We had a yearly ritual with the grandkids for years to go to the Cleveland County Fair. I think they had fun. We saw the older lady of the Walendas there doing a high pole act. She was great and in her 70’s too.

Take care and thanks for coming by the log.
NIte Shipslog.

PS: Noticed about getting older.

Sometimes I read a book, and realize when I finish, I have read that before.

Also I used to have freckles, now they call them liver spots. What causes a liver spot, I have always had a liver, but without the spots?

I ain’t necessarily thrilled about old age, except when I realize what other alternative is available? Then it ain’t so bad.

On my entry yesterday conderning mules. Anybody recognize the book on the shelf on the right, "Crackers Mule" Great book written by Billy Moore, a Son and Brother of two Bloggers. Or a Blogger and commenter. Or Commontater. What ever. S'a good book anyway!

I don't know these guys, but they liked mules.

Here is a pretty pair of mules. I wish Daddy had took a picture of his matched pair

Now today's adventure into my past!

Most famous authors, especially poets and song writers, become famous after their death. Many painters works sold for pennies according to the hours they put into the work until after they died.

Most of us will never be famous before or after our death. I think it is a standard of life to recognize beauty, intelligence, leadership and passion after a death. You have probably done it in your family.

I am ashamed, I respected my dad. He was a great guy. He was smarter than most men with ten times his education, but it was after his death that I realized just what my daddy had meant to me. I loved my mother as much as most boys, but it was after I was grown and she was gone, that I realized what insights, what ability that woman had.

As a child, I watched her prepare stuff to ship to missionaries in prison in Germany. Now I ask myself, how did a woman in Burlington, NC know how to get stuff through the enemy lines to missionaries Inprisoned by Hitler? How did she make delicious meals with half the ingredients?
I had two brothers both were brilliant in their own right. I thought I knew them, but there so many questions I would like to ask them. Oh and related to that so many questions I would like to ask Mama and Daddy. Why did I think too late?

I have thought of starting a business, it would be non-profit, as everything I have done since retiring. But a business of recording someone’s thoughts in book form before they pass on. Things they would like their children to know. Questions they wish they had asked of their parents and did not.

I was not raised in the country (except for two years 3-5) so I don’t know of plowing and farming except what I learned from my good friend Kenneth Conrad who had forty acres near Clark, Mo. I think. But back to Dad & Mom. One day, while mom was living with us in her last years, I asked mama, “Mom, what kind of horses did you and dad have?”
She looked at me like, did I raise a completely ignorant boy, “Son we worked on our farm, we did’t have time for fancy horses, your dad had a matched pair of roman nosed mules called Bet & Hide. The best in the county. Mules can work, horses were for fancy folks and buggies. We had a wagon.”

I just said, “Yes mam”.

Thanks for coming by the LOG.
Nite Shipslog
PS: Things concerning us Old folk:
Your husband sleeps better on a lounge chair with the TV blaring than he does in bed. It's called his "pre-sleep".

Remember when your mother said "Wear clean underwear in case you GET in an accident"? Now you bring clean underwear in case you HAVE an accident!

Will you be counted???

I have been thinking about the census this year. I know our status, that of Bedouins, is a small minority, but I still wonder how they will count us? Will they estimate our numbers? Will they send someone around the thousands of camp grounds asking questions?

What about the boys and girls who live under the bridges? Even harder what about the ones who live on boats, the boat people.

I guess a harder question is the illegals? I would assume there will be directions to the census takers not to judge or report whom they think is illegal, after all that is not their job. They are just going to bean head counters. Twould be nice if they could list the ‘crack’ houses also, but they probably cannot do that either.

I know a guy, in his mid forties who has never had a SS card, paid taxes nor registered for anything. He works only for cash, doesn’t have a car nor drivers license. There is no record of him in the system. Now if he gets interviewed, he isn’t gonna answer too many questions truthfully. His philosophy is ‘I will work until I die, then I don’t care who does, or doesn’t do anything with what is left. What they do with my body I couldn’t care less, I will be through with it and won’t be using it anymore.

Trouble is, death usually does not come that simply. As a rule someone will find the none caring person sick or dying. They call 911, and a hospital bill is started. This person will never pay it, but the taxpayers of this country will.
So, when the census taker comes to your house, send them on down, I am gonna feel left out. BUT if they find us I will report it on here.
Thanks for reading this junk,
Nite Shipslog
PS:
As we get older you will notice some changes….
You used to say, "I hope my kids GET married ... Now, "I hope they STAY married!"
You miss the days when everything worked with just an "ON" and "OFF" switch, Sherry’s favorite gripe!

What we were looking for yesterday was one of these things. The manatee. A water mammal. Giant friendly mammal that is so ugly it is pretty. It must stick its nose up to breathe every quarter hour or so. They weigh up to 1200 lbs (550keg) and nine or ten feet long(3 meters) in length.

Yesterday we took a day trip with our former pastor Wayne and his sweet wife Juanita. We had breakfast at Pete's diner local spot with plenty of color (and cheap) Note the Gentleman.

WE drove up to Blue Springs State Park in Orange City. We hoped to see some Manatees.

The state of Florida has many springs, this is called Blue Springs and feeds into the St. John's river.

Nice walk way along the stream.

Two hour tours are run on the pontoon boat you see tied up. Too windy for us today. WE spotted one. They are grey this one appears white in the photo.

He or She moved on with too much attention.

The ticket sales office for the tour boat.

The area is fenced off to keep boats out.What you see in this photo is a white hook looking thing. and three forms around it. these are Manatees. One of theim is pulling this thing and it floats behind the manatee and you can see where it goes. I wondered who attached this to the manatee.

We have seen the Manatee, now head to the seafood house called Corky Bells. This one in Palatka, Florida and on the St. John's River.

We had a delicious meal at a reasonable price.

The WAitress took this photo for us, note the GAtor beside me. They were throughout the restaurant.

YOu can see the large St. Johns River in the back ground. Two pretty women and......! LOL (A great preacher.)

Some of the tables were outside on the St. Johns. This fellow just drug a baked potato off that table and was enjoying himself.

I was more lucky than the Squirrel, I found this to take home and ................................. Love on!!
I am much luckier than the squirrel.

So long to Corky Bell's until the next time.

Glad you could go along. Thanks for coming by the log.

Nite Shipslog,

PS: Things I am starting to notice that seniors are concerned about:

You realize you're never going to be really good at anything .... especially …???

Your mate is counting on you to remember things you don't remember.

The things you used to care to do, you no longer care to do, but you really do care that you don't care to do them anymore.

Four letter words! Everyone uses them sometime!!!

Four letter words. I have been using a couple of them more and more since getting older. Mama and daddy never really warned me about four letter words. That would have been too close to thinking or saying the bad four letter words. Of course in school I learned them from the kids who were a bad influence. (Where did they learn them, from kids who were a badder influence?). I know four letter words are becoming the norm in some parts of society. When I joined the USMC we had one day of training strictly dedicated on how to act around ladies. And ladies meant ALL females. The instructor said I am here to teach you s--- Heads to be nice and learn manners. You DO NOT SAY _____,_______,______ in front of women! You open the door for them and ALWAYS SAY YES OR NO MAM! Is that clear ---t-heads? WE answered in unison, “YES SIR!”



Now, I am told girls, ladies (females) use them more than men. My wife said before she quit work the ladies there could turn the air blue with some words. That is very hard for an old man to take or understand. There was a time in my military career to straighten a junior out, I used some choice words. Once a LCDR called me in to explain that I needed to learn the English language so I could express myself properly, I tried.

Now that I am reaching what some of you call the GOLDEN years I find myself using at least two four letter words constantly. Honestly it is embarrassing, but all I am trying to do is express myself and learn. Here in the motor home, in private, I find myself repeating the word, WHAT? Over and over again. And if a schedule is made I say, WHEN? WHEN?
I just can’t stop myself. The psychologist says I will learn to live with it, but it is so embarrassing!
I hope you do not have the same problem. Take it from me, you will learn to live with it. Hahahahaha!
Thanks for coming by the log,
Nite Shipslog
PS: Hazards of getting Old….
We forget names ... but it's OK because other people forgot they even knew us!!!
The 5 pounds we wanted to loseis now 15 and we have a better chance of losing our keys than the 15 pounds.

But that is okay, we are still here!

There are other four letter words we must watch: Work, Wash, Whyy

Want a sneak preview of the new novel S'gar. click on the address at the top of my right side bar.

Camp fires!

Jeff left Terri this note yesterday!!!!

Sunday, January 24, 2010. WE are in Fruitland Park, FL on the shore of Lake Griffin. When we drove back in last night the camp fires were going, folks around roasting wieners and talking. Young people probably finding a cheaper way to see Disney World. It is only 25-30 miles down the road. Old folks gathered around telling tales, some truth some tall. LOL

WE don’t have a fire as often as we once did. A campfire is something special. It goes with being out in the woods. On the Appalachian Trail we were known for our camp fires. We couldn’t hike the long hours or distances the kids did, so we stopped early about 3PM. Sherry would find a hiding place to wash off with baby wipes and I would start gathering wood for our nightly fire. If the camping area was conducive to company kids and other hardy hikers would start showing up about 5-6. They never had a fire unless someone else built it, they were tired. The kids hike from 16 to 25 miles a day, and they are beat. Many, many times we were thanked for the fire that they only had to collapse around and tell about their day.

Camp Fires, like waterfalls bring out the best in folks. On several occasions we have had both in the wilderness. I loved hearing the dreams of the youngsters, we could sit back and enjoy them and remember when our future was only dreams.
WE met many older hikers, and loved hearing of their lives and past experiences. WE were amazed when we got interested in the Appalachian Trail, of the community that develops with its followers. WE have met many college kids, between years or just finishing and wanting to get out away from studies. WE met the pastor of a large Methodist Church in Knoxville who was out to relax away from phones, etc. Met one airline pilot and the head engineer of a sky scraper being built in Charlotte, NC. Artists and writers, wild kids and young folks with a real head on their shoulders.

WE met the smartest man in the world and a lady who was hiking with no supplies. We met two guys who were ‘only’ hiking three hundred miles to a buddies wedding!

There was young girls alone like Cricket and Grandmas hiking alone.
WE met many around Campfires and learned a lot there.

Thanks for coming this way.l
Nite Ships Log,
PS: On getting older:
When you needed the discount you paid full price. Now you get discounts on everything .... movies, hotels, flights, but you're too tired to use them.

Alligator and turtles living beside each other. The alligator will eat that turtle, I have seen it, reckon the turtle doesn't know that?
Since we are in Florida and the weather is warm enough for our friends the Turtles and Alligators to make an appearance, the Rangers had a program on Alligators for the visitors. It was mainly for the folks down for the first time I think to let them know that they are around, and they can be dangerous.
The summer is the worst time because they love to soak up the sunshine; seldom do they seek the shade. To be honest I like alligators. I mean I like to see them and certainly respect them. I saw a video the other day of some fool putting his hand in an open alligator’s mouth. He would jerk it out just before the jaws slapped shut. Or he did three times, but he fourth time the alligator got him and mangled his hand. A good thing the guy was just sunning and was not hungry or the guy could have been killed.

(This my adopted Morehen when we lived in Tavares. I finally convinced her to have her babies here instead f the boat, it wasn't easy! The get up high when possible to avoid the Alligators.)

It never ceases to amaze me how dumb us humans can be at times. Animals living in the wild are just that, wild. I mentioned in a post a couple days ago that we used to get close to bears, not actually realizing the danger. Fortunately we were never attacked or hurt.

(Below Alligators in neighbors yard across the lake.)

(Below is the Blue Heron, they are pretty watchful, but the alligators get on every once in awhile.)

From a kid ‘til now, snakes seldom bother or scare me. I have caught snakes to show the grandkids. I used to be very fast. I doubt if I could catch one now without being bit, so I won’t try. I caught two or three copper heads and had those in jars in my room as a kid, mama found them as was not happy. Told me to take them out and kill them. Since they were no more than two feet long, I just turned them loose. I never told her.

(An Anhinga(sp) drying its wings. They too avoid the gators most of the time)

I caught a cotton mouth once, he bit me, but he never bit anyone else. I did a dance on his head.
Animals are important to our world, most of the time if you leave them alone, they will leave you alone. Sherry cannot believe that about bees and wasps! Once she had some hornets get under her dress, let me till you modesty went to the winds!!!
Thanks for coming by the log.
Nite Shipslog
PS:

The easiest way to find something lost around the house is to buy areplacement.

In the 60's, people took acid to make the world weird. Now the world isweird and people take Prozac to make it normal

..How is it one careless match can start a forest fire, but it takes awhole box to start a campfire?

AT 0200 this morning I finished designing my book cover. Submitted it for review then for a proof. I turned to the internet and blogs. One opened and the rest just laughed at me. I wondered if I was doing something wrong. Of course I was, I guess, But I was too tired to care.

So, do you plan your life or just let it happen? As my life progressed from one wild dream to the next, I thought I was planning, but following dreams is not planning. I do a lot of soul searching as I get older, and reflect back more. That is a natural process of us humans I guess. WE think of family and old friends more. Sometimes it is fun. My buddy Sonny is back in the hospital. I couldn’t believe I ran into Sticky a few weeks ago.

(If you read my books This is the character, J. Leon, The character also has a little of me thrown in.)

. I get to see Tuck everyonce in awhile.

Buddy is in New Mexico, can’t wait to see him. Haven’t seen him since the mid fifties.

Buddy then and Buddy now!!!! (That is lady Di with Buddy)

This is a synopsis of our latest book, I say ours, because Sherry spends more time trying to read my stuff than I do writing it sometimes. I have cried and laughed reading my own stuff as I gave it a final read, I like it!
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This is a tale of vigilantes, people who are tired of criminals being given the breaks while victims suffer. The lives of four boys are forever changed when they antagonize and name an apparently homeless man. They name him Rags. Rags is forced to leave the small town of Mount Bell and heads for the city of Pittsburgh. His leaving was forced by his former employers, the CIA.

In Pittsburgh he changes his name to S'gar and forms the MVA, a benevolent vigilante group. That is: benevolent to the victims of criminals, benevolent to the victims of the legal system and benevolent to some of the victims of society. AS the organization grows and is successful. S'gar continually follows the lives of the kids he knew in Mt. Bell.

When they reach the age of eighteen he contacts each one separately, and invites them to join the MVA! All of the boys follow different paths as they grow. One a heavy equipment contractor, one a fighter, another to the military and the rouge goes to Vegas to get rich quick.

S'gar pulls this unlikely crew together to form a smooth operating machine, and the MVA has many successes. Together they fight to bring the crook to justice before the justice system starts spinning its wheels.

The MVA really starts rolling when they get wind of a Judge sending young people, of low income families to juvenile facilities for financial gain. S'gar Places two undercover MVA members in the facility. The bad guys kidnap one of the agents and ship her out of state. Join the MVA as they work just outside the law, for the law!

Thanks for coming this way,
Nite Shipslog
PS:
I have a lady friend who said A Good Friend Is Like A Good Bra: Hard to Find, Supportive, Comfortable,And Always Close To Your Heart!

Never take life seriously.. Nobody gets out alive anyway!

1961 my nephew Woody and Jack Jr. spy a BIG bear in the Smokies

This is a BIG bear, the boys probably got too close, but I was young too, not realizing the real danger. I have a movie or picture somewhere of the bear jumping over or close Jack Jr.

My sister Kat and Sherry. This was our first trip to Florida together. Sherry had just found out she was expecting our first. (And she could still sleep!) WE were on this exact same lake.

We moved again. Our home is in the State park in Fruitland Park, FL. It is pretty populated around here. When we came in the Ranger said don’t leave food out and that the dumpster is locked from 5:30PM until 8AM due to Bear activity. Now we are used to bears in The Blue Ridge and Smokies. And on up ito the North East, but Leesburg Florida? I am gonna look for the dude. Hahaha! If I see him I will ask for a picture.

We have Beautiful weather, finally acting like Florida.

Well it is done. I have a manuscript for S’gar. I am going over it once more before submitting it. Sherry says this is the best yet. I like it, but of course. I never built a house I would not live in, I won’t write a book I don’t like. That makes sense to me. One reason I built like I would live in, there was always the possibility that I might have to. Hahahahah!

But the books, I don’tknow what you do with them. I think I told you about Jim, a recording artist from home. He asked me one day had I bought his latest album? I said, ‘ I didn’t know you had a new one.’ ‘Sure,’ he said, ‘it is a million Seller’. Then he paused and said, ‘Well at least there are a million in my cellar’. Jim’s card says “The Loose Ends Band”. Shirl says Jim and Dean have their own museum.

We bought a new car you know, a 2004 Odyssey. We only had one remote so I ordered Sherry one. Now I have to teach it to open the doors. Problem is, it says if I do it wrong, the old one will not longer work. “Why do they want to scare me like that?” Now I am afraid to try to program it. Hahahaha!

The motor home has a 12v pump for water when we are going down the road. Ours gave out so I ordered one over the internet. I just got it working. I order tooooo much stuff over the internet. Hahaha! Sherry says I support the net.

We checked our mail today. I got another thousand Birthday cards. ********* Okay so I got five ******. Every body loves you on your birthday (except your mama, she worked that day & still remembers it!)

Thanks for coming this way,
Nite Shipslog
PS:
On getting older….
Going out is good. Coming home is better!
When people say you look "Great"... they add "for your age!"

Rags n stuff

This is our good friends Don & Evelyn when we met for catfish a few days ago!

I just got chewed out by a good friend who likes to get in my case. It is 9:01 where is the BLOG!!
Here it is Evelyn!!! Don’t throw anything else!!!

I wrote a book called Rags. Just finished the manuscript for Sgar. Notice the same letters in the word.
But growing up we used the word rag a lot. What do you call the thing you wash dishes with? Mama always called it a ‘dish rag’ that is what I call it. Sherry did too but she is trying to upgrade me to call it a dish cloth. I took a bath with a wash rag. What do you all call them?
Since the early settlers it has been called wash rags and dish rags, because that is what they used. Wonder why what we dried with was always called a towel. I believe for awhile we called it a dry rag, I think. But it quickly went to a drying towel.
Mama never handed me anything to dry with after my bath and called it a dry rag. It was always a towel.
I remember the dirty thing I remember, when a girl was snippy or snide, some boy would say she is on the_____. Well I had to grow up before I found out what they meant. Now I know.

Paper towels were invented in 1907. But my mama never used one in the kitchen until the late 50’s. When folks get old they save the used paper towels and reuse them. I ain’t saying I do, just saying.
WE do improve on our language as we go along. And I will admit the joke I heard when I was a kid ain’t funny now, the one where the daddy says,”Git that dish rag and clean that kids nose, can’t you see it is running!” For some reason that was funny when I was ten.

Okay enough. Our language changes. I also will have to admit that Dish clothe sounds better than dish Rag. And Wash cloth sounds better than wash rag. But now they are not rags (but not in allcases, sometimes I love the worn out wash cloth).
Thanks for coming by the log (The best I could do on short notice Evelyn!)
Nite Shipslog
PS:
I know I'm not going to understand women. I'll never understand how you can take boiling hot wax, pour it onto your upper thigh, rip the hair out by the root,

and still be afraid of a spider.

A Will Rogers quote from my last book:
There are two theories of winning an argument with a woman.

Neither work.