If anyone wanted to order perfect weather for the Labor Day Weekend, they must have got it done this year.

In past years we can recall eating hot dogs under the roof of the back porch while watching a cold rain fall.

But this year summer extended into the holiday weekend. And anyone who was looking for a camping spot on the mountain had a lot of company.

Probably one of the busiest places was at the Lake DeSmet recreation area. The 90-degree temperatures and the city swimming pool being closed for the season may have been part of the reason. But a lot of locals were obviously looking for a place where the kids could play in the water.

Later this winter, when we are in envy of the people enjoying the warm sun in Florida, let’s remember the price they have to pay when a hurricane hits with such devastation.

Maudie was watching endless TV reporting about “Dorian” the other afternoon when she turned and said, “I used to think it might be a good idea to move to a place like Florida . . . but not so much anymore.”

Which is interesting because it takes us hours of planning to make a trip as far away as Sheridan.

Meanwhile, the coffee clubs were pretty much out of action over the weekend and most of the talk was in answer to the question . . . “Wadjado-this-weekend?”

A couple of the Bench Sitters claim their wives have never understood the concept of the “Labor Day” holiday. As a result they usually spend the three-day weekend laboring away at projects like painting, mowing, weeding, cleaning the garage or getting the garden ready for fall.

And the best “groaners” about labor we heard this week were—

I managed to get a good job working for a pool maintenance company, but the work was just too draining.

I became a personal trainer in a gym, but they said I wasn’t fit for the job.

Next I was an electrician, but I found the work shocking and revolting, so they discharged me.

I tried being a teacher, but I soon lost my principal, my faculties and my class.

I took a job as an elevator operator. The job had its ups and downs, and I got the shaft myself.

I became a banker, but I lacked interest and maturity, and finally withdrew from the job.

I next worked in a shoe factory, but I just didn’t fit in. They thought I was a loafer, and I got the boot.

I worked at Starbucks, but I had to quit because it was always the same old grind.

So I’ve retired, and I find I’m a perfect fit for this job!

School is back in session and it’s a lot different than it was when many of us were getting an education years ago. Any grandparent who has looked at the math book a sixth or seventh grader might bring home today will get the message in a hurry.

One of our favorite Bench Sitters says he had a lot of trouble with “spelling” when he was in school. Several years ago there was a “teaching concept” which suggested youngsters should simply try to spell things the way they sound, and then learn correct spelling later.

Taking that a step further, our friend suggested the following…

If GH can stand for “P” as in Hiccough

If OUGH stands for “O” as in Dough

If PHTH stands for “T” as in Phthisis

If EIGH stands for “A” as in Neighbor

If TTE stands for “T” as in Gazette

If EAU stands for “O” as in Plateau

Then the right way to spell POTATO should be: “GHOUGHPHTHEIGHTTEEAU”

The leaves on the Aspen trees in the higher elevations of the mountain are already starting to shine with shades of yellow, but the coming days of fall may be the most pleasant of the year. Enjoy every one of them!


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