Day: December 20, 2017

If you have a couple of bobbleheads standing around, they should be these: Ralphie and The Old Man. (I do want the Joe Kenda HOMICIDE HUNTER bobblehead too.) These Ties o’ the Day are chivalrous. They refuse to allow the two bobbers’ pedestals to touch any hard—possibly dirty— surface. These bobby guys sat on a bookshelf in Delta, year-round. When especially bumptious trains barreled through town, Ralphie’s and The Old Man’s heads shimmied. I miss the barely perceptible vibrations of rollicking trains. 🚂

Bow Tie o’ the Day grooves, like Tie o’ the Day’s greeting. Years ago, we bought a used white mini-van, so I could carpool Rowan and his pals to and fro. I wasn’t happy. White? A mini-van? And then I loved it. I called it The Mormon Assault Vehicle. I didn’t even mind when the driver’s door had to be welded shut. The van lived double its lifespan, and we got a whole $100 for it when we turned it in for Vonnegut Grace Vibe. 🚐