There were three boys, all loyal and true, Duds and Scoop and the Big Bazoo…

Anne and I are in Monterey. Visiting my dad, who at almost 97 is not doing to well. I won’t go into any details except to say that old age is not for the weak. Chris has been doing his best taking care of him and now has the assistance of a visiting nurse. Frank arrived about ten minutes after us. Completing the gathering of the clan. Frank cannot stay, but we will be here for a while.

Last night after dad had gone to bed, we had a great conversation. Sort of a stroll down memory lane. First, my bros regaled each other with advertising jingles from our collective childhood. Then Chris broke out his Super Ball collection. This show and tell is his latest fixation. Sort of a get rich quick scheme, he has bought a bunch of vintage Super Balls that are still in their original packaging, enhancing their value. He hopes to eventually resell them for a profit on eBay. The old balls do bounce quite a bit higher than their newer knockoffs.

Somehow on this journey into the way back machine, we got on the subject of the Dexter, Michigan UFO sightings. I was not aware of any of this, because this all preceded my arrival in Michigan. Apparently, they were a big deal at the time. These phenomena were the origin of the idea that swamp gas was an underlying cause for many UFO sightings. In addition to Super Balls, Chris is also now an aficionado about UFOs too.