> I no longer can think of anyone I want to see live or dead. Although seeing a re-animated Elvis could be fun.

It is funny with celebrities though, whether singers or actors or comics or anything else. It's like when they die and somebody loses it and is comforted with, "Hey, don't sweat it, man - the dude's best stuff has already been recorded."

"Johnny Cash died? No big deal, I got all his tapes."

Then years later his tapes are stolen and he experiences a sudden delayed reaction to Cash's death. His friends see him crying. "What's wrong?", they ask.

"Johnny Cash", the crybaby replies, "He's dead. Johnny Cash died on me."

"That happened 6 years ago", they reply.

"Yeah I know", says the griever, "but it didn't really hit me till today."

> My (or anyone else's) Bubbe is my grandmother. You might say "grandma",
> others maybe "nanna", we Jews say "Bubbe".

Yeah, nothing unique about different ethnic ways to say grandma. In Arabic it's Gidoo (soft G) for the grandfather and Sitoo for the grandmother. I figured Bubbe meant grandmother. Sorry, but I don't think there's anything unique about different ethnic terms for the same thing. Like which is better, "Bubbe" or "Sitoo" and then going to war over it.

On 10/27/2021 9:05 PM, Thomas Joseph wrote:
>
>> My (or anyone else's) Bubbe is my grandmother. You might say "grandma",
>> others maybe "nanna", we Jews say "Bubbe".
>
>
> Yeah, nothing unique about different ethnic ways to say grandma. In Arabic it's Gidoo (soft G) for the grandfather and Sitoo for the grandmother. I figured Bubbe meant grandmother. Sorry, but I don't think there's anything unique about different ethnic terms for the same thing. Like which is better, "Bubbe" or "Sitoo" and then going to war over it.
>

What was your grandmother like? Was she a colorful woman?

> What was your grandmother like? Was she a colorful woman?

Very old school. My grandfather came over in the 20s or before and had some kids with his first wife. Then he went back to Lebanon for a replacement who become my grandmother. My father was born in Lebanon but came to the US before he was 1 year old. My grandmother died when I was 13. When I say she was old school I mean she used olive oil on her hair and walked around with her giant tits hanging free. The casual way in which she did it erased all sexual appeal, although my eyes were locked in from time to colorful time.

On 10/28/2021 5:38 PM, Thomas Joseph wrote:
>
>> What was your grandmother like? Was she a colorful woman?
>
> Very old school. My grandfather came over in the 20s or before and had some kids with his first wife. Then he went back to Lebanon for a replacement who become my grandmother. My father was born in Lebanon but came to the US before he was 1 year old. My grandmother died when I was 13. When I say she was old school I mean she used olive oil on her hair and walked around with her giant tits hanging free. The casual way in which she did it erased all sexual appeal, although my eyes were locked in from time to colorful time.
>

She sounds very sweet. I know what you mean about the titties; papa used
to say about bubbe that she had belly blankets. (never said it to her
face). Did she drink? My bubbe can go drink for drink with any sailor.
When it comes to alcohol, she's got a bottomless pit. She's a funny
drunk, not a mean bone in her body. Used to love to dance with Negroes
because she said they had better rhythm. She went through a lot as a
youngster growing up Jewish in Poland when the Nazis arrived. She has
never lost her spirit or her sense of humor. She serves as a role model
for those who survived the Shoah.

On Thursday, October 28, 2021 at 11:16:21 PM UTC-4, Judith Latham wrote:
> On 10/28/2021 5:38 PM, Thomas Joseph wrote:
> >
> >> What was your grandmother like? Was she a colorful woman?
> >
> > Very old school. My grandfather came over in the 20s or before and had some kids with his first wife. Then he went back to Lebanon for a replacement who become my grandmother. My father was born in Lebanon but came to the US before he was 1 year old. My grandmother died when I was 13. When I say she was old school I mean she used olive oil on her hair and walked around with her giant tits hanging free. The casual way in which she did it erased all sexual appeal, although my eyes were locked in from time to colorful time.
> >
> She sounds very sweet. I know what you mean about the titties; papa used
> to say about bubbe that she had belly blankets. (never said it to her
> face). Did she drink? My bubbe can go drink for drink with any sailor.
> When it comes to alcohol, she's got a bottomless pit. She's a funny
> drunk, not a mean bone in her body. Used to love to dance with Negroes
> because she said they had better rhythm. She went through a lot as a
> youngster growing up Jewish in Poland when the Nazis arrived. She has
> never lost her spirit or her sense of humor. She serves as a role model
> for those who survived the Shoah.

My grand parents are dead. I killed them.

> My grand parents are dead. I killed them.

I liked my grandparents so much that I killed my parents to become an orphan so they'd take me in and become my new parents. It worked. I concealed the crime very well. I was never even a suspect. And I'll never kill again. I got it out of my system. No animosity. No hate. No revenge. Nothing financial. Just a good old American youngster looking for the right parents and thankfully finding them. My grandparents are still alive. I call my granddad Dad and my grandmother Mom. They like it and so do I. Sometimes I wonder if they suspect I may have been behind the deaths of their grown children. But they never show it, so for now everything is cool.

How sweet it is. America - what a country!

On Friday, October 29, 2021 at 6:34:53 PM UTC-4, jazee...@gmail.com wrote:
> > My grand parents are dead. I killed them.
> I liked my grandparents so much that I killed my parents to become an orphan so they'd take me in and become my new parents. It worked. I concealed the crime very well. I was never even a suspect. And I'll never kill again. I got it out of my system. No animosity. No hate. No revenge. Nothing financial. Just a good old American youngster looking for the right parents and thankfully finding them. My grandparents are still alive. I call my granddad Dad and my grandmother Mom. They like it and so do I. Sometimes I wonder if they suspect I may have been behind the deaths of their grown children. But they never show it, so for now everything is cool.
>
> How sweet it is. America - what a country!

They set you up. YOu were the son they always wanted. But your parents were in the way. You are a patsy.

> They set you up. YOu were the son they always wanted. But your parents were in the way. You are a patsy.

Always was, always will be a POP - (patsy on purpose).