Dress codes

 

After the recent story on the dress code in the Senate. John Fetterman is again in the news. You may remember when I predicted he would eventually become our president. I am starting to see him as more as the eccentric in the Senate rather than presidential timber. I can remember saying Gary Hart was presidential timber back in the day. 

Perhaps the Senate is not yet ready for hoodies  after all. Reminds me of when they instituted a dress code at the government office I worked in. For years people came to work in jeans, boat pants, halter dresses and the like. Then when a Republican entered the governorship, we were given a dress code. no more halters, blood stained chinos, flip flops, or beach ware. We were to dress in business attire. The first week I noticed that the women wore old dresses they must have borrowed from their grandmothers. After a few weeks, people started to buy new clothes in keeping with the spirit of things. We were allowed to revert to our old ways on "casual Fridays". The joke was that "casual Fridays" had never existed before the dress code. 

Spaghetti models

 

We have a new hurricane watch this week with Hurricane Lee. I was reading about the storm and kept coming across the word spaghetti model. Apparently, the lines that trace the storm resemble strands of spaghetti. I'm looking for tornados to be tracked with ravioli models and perhaps typhoons could be tracked with macaroni models. 

Editor's note: With the writer's strike still ongoing, I will attempt to include jokes in future blogs as a means to ameliorate the lack of new humor on tv. 

Not when I was a kid

 

Yesterday, I noticed the school buses in my town were emptying out after 1 PM. I guess the schools closed early because of the hot weather. This led me to a trip down memory lane of those happy days of my childhood.

Did my school dismiss kids early because of heat?

No.

Did my school have air conditioning?

For the most part no.

Did my mother drive me to school because it was too hot?

No.

Did my mother drive me to school because it was too cold?

No.

Did my mother drive me to the school bus because it was raining?

No. 

Did my mother drive me to the library?

No.

After I was twelve I had to take the bus to the dentist. 

Why in my day......

I hope I'm not becoming a curmudgeon.