Book Board Chat

Hope everyone had a lovely Easter. I used to love to go to church on Easter because of the rousing hymns our church favored on that day..."up from the grave he arose..." AEG I think knows that one; I remember several years ago seeing a quote from it by her on another Easter morning. Anyway.... I kept one of Mom's old Methodist hymnals, because I saw that they seemed to have modernized them at some point, and not sure all the old favorites were in the newer ones.

Bob, that must have been a heck of a fright - having someone hit your mobil home hard enough to move it like that! Sure am glad you're being compensated for your injury, too.

Beth, nice going on the evening gowns! And the gambling, too. We go to a casino nearly every time we go to Billings for Dan's dr. appointments. Sometimes it's profitable - but not always.. Still, we like it.

Jo-Anne, a young single woman renting an apartment has NO privacy, if (as I did) she rents a downstairs apartment in a private house, or there's a lecherous old landlord overseeing a two story apartment complex of perhaps 18 or 20 units. I had a landlady who would creep down the steps from above to see what was what, I guess....woke me up a couple times and I started storing a few boxes of things on the stairway to keep her from coming down there all the time. No call for that. It always offended me; I felt if I paid rent I should have the right to privacy, short of an emergency. And once in Phoenix, I was staying in a 2nd story small apartment in a pretty run-down apartment building...I had been looking out my window early one morning, and saw a lady going through the garbage cans down below - - I got two or three dollar bills, wrapped them around something kind of heavy, with a rubber band, and was about to drop them to her, when I happened to glance out in the parking lot, and here was a guy looking up at ME, and he exposed himself, then started toward the back entrance to the u shaped building. I was petrified. He showed up on the walkway outside, and I had no weapons, except for a knife from the drawer. I stood with my back to the door, hardly daring to breathe, while he tried to look in the window and rattled the door handle. I called the police and told them I had seen the car the guy left in, and what had happened, and they were unimpressed. Then I called the manager or whoever he was, and his wife said I should not have been looking out the window! Like I had invited this perv. After that I had a pistol under my pillow, and a few days later, heard a knock at the door, but I didn't answer because I was still in bed sleeping. Next thing, I heard a key in the lock and the door opened. That old manager came into my apartment and stopped dead in his tracks - - I was pointing a .38 right at him. Needless to say, he didn't try that again. Things like that happened a lot. But I felt less at risk with a weapon in the place. Phoenix was pretty wierd even back then.