Back in 1982 when I was twenty five working as a teller for Banc Ohio a customer passed me a five dollar silver certificate so I exchanged it for five dollars and kept it hoping it would be worth something.
A few weeks later I decided to give it to mom’s dad, Grandpa Neal, in a birthday card on his eighty fourth birthday. You see he had been a banker all of his life and he loved that kind of stuff.
I never thought any more of it until the time of his death fifteen years later when my Uncle Gilbert pulled me aside at his funeral and told me they had opened his safety deposit box and one of the items in the box was the envelope below.
Of course, inside the envelope was the five dollar silver certificate. After doing some research come to find out that holders of a silver certificate at one time could exchange the certificate for silver coin or silver bullion, but that is no longer the case and the certificate is worth ten dollars today.
I have kept the envelope and come across it from time to time always thinking how special he made my gift to him by taking the time to write a few words asking that the silver certificate be returned to me with his best wishes. What a class guy he was !
In Columbus today the temperature hovered in the mid to low nineties so it quite frankly didn’t make any sense to be anywhere other than close to a pool with good friends. Our picnic lunch consisted of ham and swiss sandwiches with spicy mustard, pretzels and apple wedges with carmel dipping sauce along with pickles and cheddar cheese chunks. A large pitcher of crystal light with a hint of vodka and my friend Mary in her hot pink bikini with matching nail polish made for a fun and memorable day ! I hope everyone enjoyed their day as much as we did.
It’s been brutally hot in Columbus the past few days, with the mercury reaching the high side of 90. As a result, I’ve gotten my first sunburn of the season.
There are people who can “lay down a base” without getting burned and gradually get darker and darker, without telltale peeling, as the summer progresses. It’s as if they have special tanning knowledge, passed down from generation to generation like the Rites of Ephesus.
I’m not one of those people. I go directly from winter white to a blazing brick red that quickly peels off in great, sweeping curtains of skin the size of dish towels that you can roll up and toss in the waste basket. After that distasteful condition passes, I’m set for the summer with a permanent ruddy red face.
This happens no matter what I try. Today, for example, I smeared heaping handfuls of Coppertone on head, ears, face and neck in hopes of avoiding the burn. After a few moments in the sun playing golf, however, my sweat glands kicked into high gear and the resulting cascade of sunscreen runoff left me partially blinded and milky eyed. After swabbing the perspiration off with a towel, I may as well have not applied any suntan lotion in the first place.
And now I sit, with that fine, bright burning feeling on my skin, waiting for the peeling to begin. Summer has arrived.
This morning, as I was walking through our downstairs hallway, I noticed an intruder in the house. At first I thought it was a moth, but instead it was a small green frog, clinging to the wall at about baseboard level.
How it got into our house is anybody’s guess. I’d guess it was a green tree frog — about the size of a half dollar, with long webbed toes and excellent adhesive abilities. Kasey noticed him, too, and was starting to pay the little guy an uncomfortable amount of attention. I got a dish towel, draped it over him, gently picked him up, and took him outside and dropped him onto the grass. He quickly hopped under some nearby bushes and was gone, probably on his way back to the tree at the corner of our house.
This is the first frog in our house that I can remember, but it’s not uncommon for us to find that moths, bees, spiders, and even birds have gotten into the house somehow. Whenever that happens I always try to do whatever I can to get them back outside, safely and without injury, and when I do so I feel a bit better about myself. After I set Mr. Frog on the path to freedom this morning, I walked around the Yantis Loop with an extra hop in my step.