‘BECKHAM’…..RESCUED FROM THE STREETS OF ISTANBUL TURKEY

OUR FRIENDS RICHARD AND GAYLE’S RESCUE DOG BECKHAM

Well I'd be really pushing it if I said I had anything of much interest to write about today.  Rains rolled through our area for about an hour beginning at 7:30 this morning so that pretty much grounded Pheebs and I.  Daytime highs never got over 60F and with an onshore breeze the day had a cold and damp feeling to it.  Kind of late Octoberish.  A good time for some catch-up zzzzz's in my recliner. 

THANKS TO GOLDEN RETRIEVER RESCUE BECKHAM CAME TO GAYLE AND RICHARD FROM ISTANBUL TURKEY WHERE HE HAD LIVED A HARD 6 YEAR LIFE ON THE STREETS

Our good friends and neighbors Richard and Gayle came over for a coffee about mid morning bringing their new Golden boy Beckham along to see Pheebs.  He’s a real delight and he and Pheebs are already best Pals.  Richard of course is the fella I go out for coffee with twice a month on Thursday mornings.

Pheebs and I will slip out in the morning and see if we can scare us up some new photos and a few semi-interesting things to write about.  With the long week-end upon us and lots of tourists and cottagers out about I figure we’ll just have to keep ourselves well away from all that stuff.  Maybe we’ll slide up through Amish country and see if we can find us a few hay harvest photos. 

BECKHAM IS NOW PHEEBS NEWEST BEST PAL:))

GROANER'S CORNER:((  About a century or two ago, the Pope challenged the Jewish community of Rome to a debate. The Jews looked around for a champion who could defend their faith, but no one wanted to volunteer. It was too risky. So they finally picked an old man named Moishe who spent his life sweeping up after people to represent them. Being old and poor, he had less to lose, so he agreed. He asked only for one addition to the rules of debate. Not being used to saying very much, he asked that neither side be allowed to talk. The Pope agreed.The day of the great debate came. Moishe and the Pope sat opposite each other for a full minute before the Pope raised his hand and showed three fingers. Moishe looked back at him and raised one finger. The Pope waved his fingers in a circle around his head. Moishe pointed to the ground where he sat. The Pope pulled out a wafer and a glass of wine. Moishe pulled out an apple. The Pope stood up and said, "I give up. This man is too good. The Jews win."
An hour later, the cardinals were all around the Pope asking him what happened. The Pope said, "First I held up three fingers to represent the Trinity. He responded by holding up one finger, to remind me that there was still one God common to both our religions. Then I waved my finger around me to show him, that God was all around us. He responded by pointing to the ground, showing that God was also right here with us. I pulled out the wine and the wafer to show that God absolves us from our sins. He pulled out an apple to remind me of original sin. He had an answer for everything. What could I do?"
Meanwhile, the Jewish community had crowded around Moishe, amazed that this old, almost feeble-minded man had done what all their scholars had insisted was impossible. "What happened?" they asked.
"Well," said Moishe, "first he said to me that the Jews had three days to get out of here. I told him that not one of us was leaving. Then he told me that this whole city would be cleared of Jews. I let him know that we were staying right here."
"And then?" asked a woman.
"I don't know," said Moishe. "He took out his lunch so I took out mine."