I like to spend some solitary time on Sunday at Fairview Cemetery on South Lehigh Street in Allentown. Every week I mow and weed whack around markers in sections O, N, and P. Every other week I hit 5 specific graves in other sections. Three are Revolutionary War veterans, and one was a Battlefield Surgeon in the fifth PA Regiment during the Civil War at the Battle of the Wilderness. The Fifth grave is for a Sgt William Miller, who served in a PA Artillery regiment at Fort McHenry during the War of 1812.
Someday I will get around to doing some kind of virtual tour of the Fairview Cemeteries' more notable residents, but for now I want to share my "Karl" moment this past Sunday.
I was mowing away around Lt Saeger's grave (Rev War) when the mower started acting up.
I thought maybe it was overheating, so when I finished there I rolled it under some trees and into the shade while I weed whacked. I went over to Sgt Miller's grave and started cleaning up debris, and when I started the mower a few minutes later it fired right up. For about 30 seconds.
I would prime it, pull the starter, and it would run a few seconds before dying. I checked the oil, and it was fine.
Wait for it........ Yes, it was out of gas.I had 4 gallons of fuel with me, but forgot to fill it before leaving the house.
There is a scene in Slingblade where they bring Karl a mower that won't run, and he fixes it by putting fuel in it.
All together now: DUH!
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Thursday, July 30, 2009
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Proof of my own ignorance
Sunday morning I had a post ready to go, that was all about a sign in front of a local Volunteer Fire Department. The sign promoted an upcoming fundraising event "Adult Bingo."
I had all these witty lines about Adult Books and Movies, and wondering aloud if "Adult Bingo" meant Firemen (Or Firewomen) running around selling instant games in thongs and G-strings. But alas, Mrs. C smacked me back to reality by informing me that "Adult Bingo" meant no kids allowed.
As an Irish Catholic, you would think I might have realized that, God knows, I've worked enough Bingo games in my time. I don't ever remember seeing that many kids at them though, it was something of an unwritten rule, right?
This episode just goes to show how stupid I can be at times. So give me DUH!
I had all these witty lines about Adult Books and Movies, and wondering aloud if "Adult Bingo" meant Firemen (Or Firewomen) running around selling instant games in thongs and G-strings. But alas, Mrs. C smacked me back to reality by informing me that "Adult Bingo" meant no kids allowed.
As an Irish Catholic, you would think I might have realized that, God knows, I've worked enough Bingo games in my time. I don't ever remember seeing that many kids at them though, it was something of an unwritten rule, right?
This episode just goes to show how stupid I can be at times. So give me DUH!
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