George Jimmie Pourlos

Very sad news from the Observer:

George Jimmie Pourlos Mr. Pourlos, 46, of Charlotte, died unexpectedly on April 29, 2008 at Presbyterian Hospital. He was born in Charlotte, NC on November 13, 1961, a son of Jimmie and Ronnie Pourlos. He graduated from Garringer High School and attended Western Carolina University. "Big Daddy", as he was known by his many friends, worked with his father and brother at Jimmie's Restaurant for over twenty years. George was generous, warm, and caring, and never met a stranger. He also enjoyed playing golf and basketball.

In addition to his parents, George is survived by his brothers, Chris Pourlos, and his wife, Athena, and Deno Pourlos; and nieces and nephews, Demetri, Alex, and Christena Pourlos, and Gabrielle Gibson. A trisagion service will be held at 7:00 PM Thursday evening, May 1, 2008 at Holy Trinity Greek Orthodox Cathedral. The funeral service will be at 11:00 AM Friday at the Cathedral with the Rev. Michael Varvarelis and the Rev. Efstathios Varvarelis officiating. Interment will follow in Evergreen Cemetery.

Pallbearers will be Chris J. Pappas, Chris A. Rallis, Chris S. Rallis, Dino Nixon, Harry Stathopoulos, and Zack Demopoulos. Memorials may be sent to the Holy Trinity Greek Orthodox Cathedral Foundation, 600 East Blvd., Charlotte, NC 28203. Arrangements are in the care of Hankins & Whittington Funeral Service, 1111 East Blvd. Online at www.hankinsandwhittington.com Published in the Charlotte Observer on 4/30/2008.

George Jimmie Pourlos

Very sad news from the Observer:

George Jimmie Pourlos Mr. Pourlos, 46, of Charlotte, died unexpectedly on April 29, 2008 at Presbyterian Hospital. He was born in Charlotte, NC on November 13, 1961, a son of Jimmie and Ronnie Pourlos. He graduated from Garringer High School and attended Western Carolina University. "Big Daddy", as he was known by his many friends, worked with his father and brother at Jimmie's Restaurant for over twenty years. George was generous, warm, and caring, and never met a stranger. He also enjoyed playing golf and basketball.

In addition to his parents, George is survived by his brothers, Chris Pourlos, and his wife, Athena, and Deno Pourlos; and nieces and nephews, Demetri, Alex, and Christena Pourlos, and Gabrielle Gibson. A trisagion service will be held at 7:00 PM Thursday evening, May 1, 2008 at Holy Trinity Greek Orthodox Cathedral. The funeral service will be at 11:00 AM Friday at the Cathedral with the Rev. Michael Varvarelis and the Rev. Efstathios Varvarelis officiating. Interment will follow in Evergreen Cemetery.

Pallbearers will be Chris J. Pappas, Chris A. Rallis, Chris S. Rallis, Dino Nixon, Harry Stathopoulos, and Zack Demopoulos. Memorials may be sent to the Holy Trinity Greek Orthodox Cathedral Foundation, 600 East Blvd., Charlotte, NC 28203. Arrangements are in the care of Hankins & Whittington Funeral Service, 1111 East Blvd. Online at www.hankinsandwhittington.com Published in the Charlotte Observer on 4/30/2008.

Math Legend Sawyer Honored

Eight CHS'54 Math Scholars meet with Karl Sawyer's adult children


By Jerry Gaudet


The part about "math scholars" might be a stretch, but we were all better off for having been in Karl Sawyer's math classes at Central High School. On April 22, 2008, in what was an extraordinayr gathering, we visited with the four Sawyer siblings to recount memories of being in Mr. Sawyer's math classes.





Thanks to Bonson for arranging this event following a chance meeting with Pierce Sawyer.







Karl Sawyer (1954)

(LtoR) Karl Sawyer,Jr, Warren Sparrow, Jay Summey, Jeanne Sawyer Matlock, Jerry Gaudet, Al Selby, Jake Barnhardt, John Culp, Bob Ellis, Pierce Sawyer, Bonson Hobson and Kay Sawyer Cowen.
Photo by Mrs. Pam Sawyer (wife of Karl Jr.)

COMMENTS FROM A COUPLE OF HIS PUPILS....

Thoughts on Mr. Karl Sawyer

By Obie Oakley

Obie Oakley was one of the least likely candidates in Central High School to be taking classes under Karl Sawyer. I certainly was not a good student, but I knew I wanted to go to college and I knew I wanted to study engineering and the only road that would take me there was strait through Mr. Sawyer’s classroom! So, it was really by default that I was there.
Despite all the horror stories that prevailed, I felt totally comfortable in his classroom. From day one, he made it perfectly clear how things were to be, it would be “his way or the highway”! We were told all his ground rules which, to name a few, were discipline, punctuality, discipline, how we were to fold our papers, discipline, that we would pay attention in class, discipline and finally, discipline! Piece of cake.
Mr. Sawyer was a gifted leader and a man who had a passion for teaching. With me, he knew exactly how to motivate and give me all the reasons for wanting to achieve in his class. First of all, he treated everyone the same. It didn’t make any difference that I was not an athlete or which side of the track I came from or that I had not been a good student when I came to his class, I was there to learn and he was there to teach
His classes were not all about math, algebra or geometry either. He would mix in incidental stories from his experiences and I actually found him to be quite amusing. Since my heroes then, as now, were the veterans of WWII, it was especially entertaining to hear him relate “war” stories from his experiences in Italy. Looking back, we have to realize that he had been on the battlefield just a short nine years before standing in front of that classroom
When I emerged from that year, taking all the senior courses he taught, I proudly considered myself one of “Mr. Sawyer’s boys”. (Some would say “Karl’s boys”, but even 30 years later I could never bring myself to call him Karl)! I was fortunate enough to go off to college and study engineering and unlike many of my classmates who aspired to get that BS degree, passing the math courses wasn’t the challenge it would have been without the background Mr. Sawyer gave me.
After graduation from Central, I made it a point to drop by just to say hello and thank him for helping me in more ways than just in the classroom and probably made the visit each year I was in college. He seemed to appreciate it when one of his boys would come by to “shoot the bull” as he would refer to those conversations
It was about 1970 however that a good friend, Peyton Warley who had graduated Central in 1952, and I thought it might be good to have a reunion with our old mentor and for a number of years, Peyton and I would invite Mr. Sawyer to lunch at the Charlotte City Club. I think he was proud of his boys (both Peyton and I had been officers in the Army and were Airborne-Rangers). Mr. Sawyer’s last gift to me was more special and more meaningful that all the equations and theorems in all the textbooks. As we all know, he had the propensity for wanting things in order and that seemed to never change even to the planning his funeral. He wanted certain hymns, he wanted a military funeral complete with taps and he wanted some of “his boys” to be pall bearers. It was my honor to be on that list.
Osborne (Obie) C. Oakley, Jr. CHS ‘54

Karl S. Sawyer: The Forgotten Soldier

Presented 22 April 2008
At a gathering of those who remember him
Charleys Restaurant at Cotswold Village Shops
Charlotte, North Carolina


Good afternoon. It is a privilege to be at this remarkable event. I thank Bonson Hobson for inviting me and for giving me an opportunity to meet with my classmates and with the children of our teacher. This is an extraordinary day. I thank each and every one of you for making this celebration possible.

Make no doubt about it. This is a celebration. It is long overdue. We all owe this man much more than we can repay. How quickly we moved from his classroom to other things. In my case it was on to North Carolina State College of Agriculture and Engineering. Charles Mateer, one of our classmates, was my roommate. We signed up for civil engineering.

Thanks to our high-school teacher, Charles and I rolled through freshman math. We really never gave our teacher the credit he deserved. He prepared us well. We even tutored one of the State basketball players.

It was in those college algebra classes and the solid-geometry and trigonometry classes during the 12th grade that I began to appreciate mathematics in a way that would benefit me long after my days at Central. The teacher we honor today was responsible for it all. He tried to instill in me a discipline that would help me in ways I had never imagined.

I have no particular anecdote about him. I do have this: My college-algebra book from 1953-4. It is the only book I have from those days, extending all the way back to first grade. I think we had to turn in our books at the end of the year. How I ended up with this one is a mystery. But, I have it with me today. Here a few notes I wrote in its margins:

On Page 119, Systems of Linear Equations… “Heavy set!”

On Page 128, Exponents and Radicals… “Got back test dated March 9, 1954. Made ‘A.’”

On Page 143, Exponents and Radicals… “Am leaving for Raleigh at 11:00 a.m. I am sleepy!”

On Page 160, Quadratic Equations… “King Karl took off like a scalded gazelle.”

On Page 175, Quadratic Equations… “Today is the last College Alg. Class—Goodbye, Mr. Sawyer, and thanks.” Continuing on the next page… “May 28, 1954, Dear Diary- No test! It’s all over but the shouting. Sawyer is screaming about writing quadratics.”

Never let it be said that Karl Sawyer did not press his students until the end.

Finally, I want to thank your father, our magnificent teacher, for making my life better.

Had it not been for him I would not have made A’s in math at N. C. State.

Had it not been for him I would not have gotten the Naval ROTC scholarship to Duke.

Had it not been for him I would not have made it through the Duke Engineering School.

Had it not been for him I would not have been accepted at Wake Forest Law School.

Had it not been for him I would not be standing here today after more than 40 years in the wilderness known as the judicial system. And, I am not done yet, thanks to the undying support of Lydia Rebecca Smit, my wife of 46 years, and the things I learned from Karl Sawyer long ago. Unfortunately, I forgot many of them.

This may seem a little corny but it is true. It is like the old story of the loss of a kingdom because of the loss of a nail. You all know the story.

In this case, however, it is the reverse: Because there was a nail many kingdoms were made. My life was one of them.

The nail was Karl S. Sawyer.

Thank you for your kind attention.

W. Warren Sparrow
Charlotte Central High School
Class of 1954

22 April 2008

Math Legend Sawyer Honored

Eight CHS'54 Math Scholars meet with Karl Sawyer's adult children


By Jerry Gaudet


The part about "math scholars" might be a stretch, but we were all better off for having been in Karl Sawyer's math classes at Central High School. On April 22, 2008, in what was an extraordinayr gathering, we visited with the four Sawyer siblings to recount memories of being in Mr. Sawyer's math classes.





Thanks to Bonson for arranging this event following a chance meeting with Pierce Sawyer.







Karl Sawyer (1954)

(LtoR) Karl Sawyer,Jr, Warren Sparrow, Jay Summey, Jeanne Sawyer Matlock, Jerry Gaudet, Al Selby, Jake Barnhardt, John Culp, Bob Ellis, Pierce Sawyer, Bonson Hobson and Kay Sawyer Cowen.
Photo by Mrs. Pam Sawyer (wife of Karl Jr.)

COMMENTS FROM A COUPLE OF HIS PUPILS....

Thoughts on Mr. Karl Sawyer

By Obie Oakley

Obie Oakley was one of the least likely candidates in Central High School to be taking classes under Karl Sawyer. I certainly was not a good student, but I knew I wanted to go to college and I knew I wanted to study engineering and the only road that would take me there was strait through Mr. Sawyer’s classroom! So, it was really by default that I was there.
Despite all the horror stories that prevailed, I felt totally comfortable in his classroom. From day one, he made it perfectly clear how things were to be, it would be “his way or the highway”! We were told all his ground rules which, to name a few, were discipline, punctuality, discipline, how we were to fold our papers, discipline, that we would pay attention in class, discipline and finally, discipline! Piece of cake.
Mr. Sawyer was a gifted leader and a man who had a passion for teaching. With me, he knew exactly how to motivate and give me all the reasons for wanting to achieve in his class. First of all, he treated everyone the same. It didn’t make any difference that I was not an athlete or which side of the track I came from or that I had not been a good student when I came to his class, I was there to learn and he was there to teach
His classes were not all about math, algebra or geometry either. He would mix in incidental stories from his experiences and I actually found him to be quite amusing. Since my heroes then, as now, were the veterans of WWII, it was especially entertaining to hear him relate “war” stories from his experiences in Italy. Looking back, we have to realize that he had been on the battlefield just a short nine years before standing in front of that classroom
When I emerged from that year, taking all the senior courses he taught, I proudly considered myself one of “Mr. Sawyer’s boys”. (Some would say “Karl’s boys”, but even 30 years later I could never bring myself to call him Karl)! I was fortunate enough to go off to college and study engineering and unlike many of my classmates who aspired to get that BS degree, passing the math courses wasn’t the challenge it would have been without the background Mr. Sawyer gave me.
After graduation from Central, I made it a point to drop by just to say hello and thank him for helping me in more ways than just in the classroom and probably made the visit each year I was in college. He seemed to appreciate it when one of his boys would come by to “shoot the bull” as he would refer to those conversations
It was about 1970 however that a good friend, Peyton Warley who had graduated Central in 1952, and I thought it might be good to have a reunion with our old mentor and for a number of years, Peyton and I would invite Mr. Sawyer to lunch at the Charlotte City Club. I think he was proud of his boys (both Peyton and I had been officers in the Army and were Airborne-Rangers). Mr. Sawyer’s last gift to me was more special and more meaningful that all the equations and theorems in all the textbooks. As we all know, he had the propensity for wanting things in order and that seemed to never change even to the planning his funeral. He wanted certain hymns, he wanted a military funeral complete with taps and he wanted some of “his boys” to be pall bearers. It was my honor to be on that list.
Osborne (Obie) C. Oakley, Jr. CHS ‘54

Karl S. Sawyer: The Forgotten Soldier

Presented 22 April 2008
At a gathering of those who remember him
Charleys Restaurant at Cotswold Village Shops
Charlotte, North Carolina


Good afternoon. It is a privilege to be at this remarkable event. I thank Bonson Hobson for inviting me and for giving me an opportunity to meet with my classmates and with the children of our teacher. This is an extraordinary day. I thank each and every one of you for making this celebration possible.

Make no doubt about it. This is a celebration. It is long overdue. We all owe this man much more than we can repay. How quickly we moved from his classroom to other things. In my case it was on to North Carolina State College of Agriculture and Engineering. Charles Mateer, one of our classmates, was my roommate. We signed up for civil engineering.

Thanks to our high-school teacher, Charles and I rolled through freshman math. We really never gave our teacher the credit he deserved. He prepared us well. We even tutored one of the State basketball players.

It was in those college algebra classes and the solid-geometry and trigonometry classes during the 12th grade that I began to appreciate mathematics in a way that would benefit me long after my days at Central. The teacher we honor today was responsible for it all. He tried to instill in me a discipline that would help me in ways I had never imagined.

I have no particular anecdote about him. I do have this: My college-algebra book from 1953-4. It is the only book I have from those days, extending all the way back to first grade. I think we had to turn in our books at the end of the year. How I ended up with this one is a mystery. But, I have it with me today. Here a few notes I wrote in its margins:

On Page 119, Systems of Linear Equations… “Heavy set!”

On Page 128, Exponents and Radicals… “Got back test dated March 9, 1954. Made ‘A.’”

On Page 143, Exponents and Radicals… “Am leaving for Raleigh at 11:00 a.m. I am sleepy!”

On Page 160, Quadratic Equations… “King Karl took off like a scalded gazelle.”

On Page 175, Quadratic Equations… “Today is the last College Alg. Class—Goodbye, Mr. Sawyer, and thanks.” Continuing on the next page… “May 28, 1954, Dear Diary- No test! It’s all over but the shouting. Sawyer is screaming about writing quadratics.”

Never let it be said that Karl Sawyer did not press his students until the end.

Finally, I want to thank your father, our magnificent teacher, for making my life better.

Had it not been for him I would not have made A’s in math at N. C. State.

Had it not been for him I would not have gotten the Naval ROTC scholarship to Duke.

Had it not been for him I would not have made it through the Duke Engineering School.

Had it not been for him I would not have been accepted at Wake Forest Law School.

Had it not been for him I would not be standing here today after more than 40 years in the wilderness known as the judicial system. And, I am not done yet, thanks to the undying support of Lydia Rebecca Smit, my wife of 46 years, and the things I learned from Karl Sawyer long ago. Unfortunately, I forgot many of them.

This may seem a little corny but it is true. It is like the old story of the loss of a kingdom because of the loss of a nail. You all know the story.

In this case, however, it is the reverse: Because there was a nail many kingdoms were made. My life was one of them.

The nail was Karl S. Sawyer.

Thank you for your kind attention.

W. Warren Sparrow
Charlotte Central High School
Class of 1954

22 April 2008

CHS Olympian Floyd Simmons Passes

IT"S A MATTER OF LIFE

Article taken from the CHARLOTTE OBSERVER

By GERRY HOSTETLER
April 11, 2008...

He missed, at the whim of a movie director, what could have been total immortality. That director preferred Paul Newman for the role of "Brick" in the 1958 Oscar-nominated "Cat on a Hot Tin Roof."
Native Charlottean Floyd "Chunk" Simmons, just nine days shy of his 85th birthday, died April 1, 2008. His friends gathered Tuesday at Christ Episcopal Church for a final memorial of their friend and for the reception that followed.
Chunk did all right in the Department of Immortals, though. That is, if Olympic medals and a career in athletics and acting means anything. He appeared in about 17 movies and television shows and as Commander Bill Harbison in the 1958 musical "South Pacific" with Mitzi Gaynor as Nellie Forbush.
He was a 1942 graduate of Central High School, where he was a standout athlete who scored five touchdowns in a 1940 game. He graduated from Staunton Military Academy, then went on to UNC Chapel Hill, where sports great Charlie "Choo Choo" Justice overshadowed Chunk's tailback position -- but everyone knew he was there, all right.
`He could go!'
Chunk won bronze medals in the 1948 London and the 1952 Helsinki Olympics. He competed in athletic contests and events for the remainder of his life."He was a good high jumper," said friend Jack Dewberry. "He could go!".
He was also inducted into the 2004 Greater Charlotte Sports Hall of Fame along with the late Dale Earnhardt.
World War II found Chunk in the Army's 10th Mountain Division, which he left with a Purple Heart. After the war, he landed in California to study art, and quickly got involved in the acting life. He was a contract player for Universal-International and counted young actor Clint Eastwood among his best buddies.
He somehow migrated to the island of Tahiti, a tropical paradise which would soon lure actor Marlon Brando. There, an early marriage gave him daughter Suzanne Sloan.
Charlotte was the Lorelei that enticed Chunk's return. His dad, Floyd Sr., was a builder who developed Hermitage Court in Charlotte's Myers Park, where he lived.
He also lived for a time at 909 East Blvd., later owned by Dewey "Red" Tillman. Dewey had a visitor in the early 1980s; it was Chunk, who wanted to tour his old home.
"Some 20 minutes later he returned to my office, dabbing tears from his eyes with his handkerchief," Dewey said. "He said, `Red, you will never know how much this visit has meant to me.' "
A gifted photographer
Chunk, a photographer for 38 years, opened a commercial studio in The Villa on Providence Road in 1983. He specialized in outdoor portraits. He shot weddings, as well.
"He was a fine person and gifted photographer," Paul and Pat Pensabene wrote in his online guest book. "He photographed two of our daughters' weddings. A fine man with a good sense of humor and many talents."
Yes, this man of many talents who had such a varied background returned to his roots and his friends.
You can be sure that his friends gave him a fine sendoff to the Heavenly Olympics, where worn hips and tattered knees are taken into account.
It's a Matter
of Life...

Gerry Hostetler

CHS Olympian Floyd Simmons Passes

IT"S A MATTER OF LIFE

Article taken from the CHARLOTTE OBSERVER

By GERRY HOSTETLER
April 11, 2008...

He missed, at the whim of a movie director, what could have been total immortality. That director preferred Paul Newman for the role of "Brick" in the 1958 Oscar-nominated "Cat on a Hot Tin Roof."
Native Charlottean Floyd "Chunk" Simmons, just nine days shy of his 85th birthday, died April 1, 2008. His friends gathered Tuesday at Christ Episcopal Church for a final memorial of their friend and for the reception that followed.
Chunk did all right in the Department of Immortals, though. That is, if Olympic medals and a career in athletics and acting means anything. He appeared in about 17 movies and television shows and as Commander Bill Harbison in the 1958 musical "South Pacific" with Mitzi Gaynor as Nellie Forbush.
He was a 1942 graduate of Central High School, where he was a standout athlete who scored five touchdowns in a 1940 game. He graduated from Staunton Military Academy, then went on to UNC Chapel Hill, where sports great Charlie "Choo Choo" Justice overshadowed Chunk's tailback position -- but everyone knew he was there, all right.
`He could go!'
Chunk won bronze medals in the 1948 London and the 1952 Helsinki Olympics. He competed in athletic contests and events for the remainder of his life."He was a good high jumper," said friend Jack Dewberry. "He could go!".
He was also inducted into the 2004 Greater Charlotte Sports Hall of Fame along with the late Dale Earnhardt.
World War II found Chunk in the Army's 10th Mountain Division, which he left with a Purple Heart. After the war, he landed in California to study art, and quickly got involved in the acting life. He was a contract player for Universal-International and counted young actor Clint Eastwood among his best buddies.
He somehow migrated to the island of Tahiti, a tropical paradise which would soon lure actor Marlon Brando. There, an early marriage gave him daughter Suzanne Sloan.
Charlotte was the Lorelei that enticed Chunk's return. His dad, Floyd Sr., was a builder who developed Hermitage Court in Charlotte's Myers Park, where he lived.
He also lived for a time at 909 East Blvd., later owned by Dewey "Red" Tillman. Dewey had a visitor in the early 1980s; it was Chunk, who wanted to tour his old home.
"Some 20 minutes later he returned to my office, dabbing tears from his eyes with his handkerchief," Dewey said. "He said, `Red, you will never know how much this visit has meant to me.' "
A gifted photographer
Chunk, a photographer for 38 years, opened a commercial studio in The Villa on Providence Road in 1983. He specialized in outdoor portraits. He shot weddings, as well.
"He was a fine person and gifted photographer," Paul and Pat Pensabene wrote in his online guest book. "He photographed two of our daughters' weddings. A fine man with a good sense of humor and many talents."
Yes, this man of many talents who had such a varied background returned to his roots and his friends.
You can be sure that his friends gave him a fine sendoff to the Heavenly Olympics, where worn hips and tattered knees are taken into account.
It's a Matter
of Life...

Gerry Hostetler

Small World, or TWILIGHT ZONE?

Ed Berryhill 1954

(note: The Dynamic Duo of Ed Berryhill and Carson McClain reaped just about every honor in the state for their performance on the court.)

Now this is hard to believe!

I'll let you read the email I got from our own CHS54 grad, Bill Carriker:



"Lee, I found out last night that one of my grand daughters [Kaitlyn Carriker] is and has been dating
Ed Berryhill's grand son [Kyle Davis ]for over eight months and has really in this time become a member
----of the Carriker family. I did not know until last night that Kyle was Ed Berryhill's grandson.

These two kids go to Houston County High in Warner Robins, Ga. Both are high school sports
stars...Kyle in baseball and Kaitlyn in fast pitch softball and swimming. HCHS has a student
body of over 2500 and is in 5A classification.

Life is strange and it’s a small world. This small world was connected thru the CHS54 WEB site with
the coverage of Dalton. "

Small World, or TWILIGHT ZONE?

Ed Berryhill 1954

(note: The Dynamic Duo of Ed Berryhill and Carson McClain reaped just about every honor in the state for their performance on the court.)

Now this is hard to believe!

I'll let you read the email I got from our own CHS54 grad, Bill Carriker:



"Lee, I found out last night that one of my grand daughters [Kaitlyn Carriker] is and has been dating
Ed Berryhill's grand son [Kyle Davis ]for over eight months and has really in this time become a member
----of the Carriker family. I did not know until last night that Kyle was Ed Berryhill's grandson.

These two kids go to Houston County High in Warner Robins, Ga. Both are high school sports
stars...Kyle in baseball and Kaitlyn in fast pitch softball and swimming. HCHS has a student
body of over 2500 and is in 5A classification.

Life is strange and it’s a small world. This small world was connected thru the CHS54 WEB site with
the coverage of Dalton. "

How to tell if you're ready for "THE HOME"

I'm starting a new feature on the CHS54 website. I call it, "How to tell if you're ready for "THE HOME."


I'm doing this as a public service for all of us "SENIORS." (Soon to be "SENIOR SENIORS.")


I was inspired to begin this new segment by the Department of Motor Vehicles of Virginia, which sends license tags, which aren't really metal tags like we used to get each year, but small stickers with the year printed on them that can be attached to the right hand corner of the metal tags.........(BUT WHICH CANNOT BE REMOVED!)


Good citizen that I am, I paid my registration fees and received my new tags which are good thru the calendar year 09.

So far, so good.







Then I pressed the sticker to the metal tag, and..............




















A Prize will be awarded for the dumbest senior moment entry.
But I've forgotten what it is.
Send your "moments" to:
edmyers@gmail.com

How to tell if you're ready for "THE HOME"

I'm starting a new feature on the CHS54 website. I call it, "How to tell if you're ready for "THE HOME."


I'm doing this as a public service for all of us "SENIORS." (Soon to be "SENIOR SENIORS.")


I was inspired to begin this new segment by the Department of Motor Vehicles of Virginia, which sends license tags, which aren't really metal tags like we used to get each year, but small stickers with the year printed on them that can be attached to the right hand corner of the metal tags.........(BUT WHICH CANNOT BE REMOVED!)


Good citizen that I am, I paid my registration fees and received my new tags which are good thru the calendar year 09.

So far, so good.







Then I pressed the sticker to the metal tag, and..............




















A Prize will be awarded for the dumbest senior moment entry.
But I've forgotten what it is.
Send your "moments" to:
edmyers@gmail.com