What a nice surprise I found this morning when I flipped on the laptop. Two hundred followers. My new friend, Barlow Brownstone III, was kind enough to reach over and hit the blue button and become my two hundredth follower. Thank you so very much, Barlow. You've made my day.
Then, when I came inside for a break I find number two hundred and one, thank you, Bobbi. I promise you both I shall always answer all comments. It might take me a few hours, and as has happened of late, days, but rest assured I will make all attempts to answer.
Again, thanks and welcome, Barlow and Bobbi. You are now among friends.
Stephen
Monday, October 15, 2012
Tinker, Tinker, Irish Man
I'm not sure of the gentleman's name. He was a fairly nice man and seemed to always have a twinkle in his eye. Each time we'd meet or cross paths he'd yell out, "Hey, tinker, tinker, Irish Man." I'd laugh, shake my head and move on. I haven't seen him in years.
To this day I still don't understand why he'd yell the phrase. A tinker was a craftsman, a tin smith. A trade traced as far back as the thirteenth century (recorded) or further. Others believe it refers to Irish Travelers. Either way I'm neither. I am Irish, but my forefathers were boat builders.
Anyhow, I've had the jingle stuck in mind all darn day. Since early this morning I've been in the garage dinking around. This past weekend Sweet Wife allowed me to purchase a set of shelves to help in my months long reorganization of the garage. As I went about the assembly of the shelves and my other chores, I'd mumble, 'Tinker, Tinker, Irish Man.' Over and over and over. The earworm from hell.
If I ever see that 'ole boy again I'm gonna whip his butt.
Stephen
To this day I still don't understand why he'd yell the phrase. A tinker was a craftsman, a tin smith. A trade traced as far back as the thirteenth century (recorded) or further. Others believe it refers to Irish Travelers. Either way I'm neither. I am Irish, but my forefathers were boat builders.
Anyhow, I've had the jingle stuck in mind all darn day. Since early this morning I've been in the garage dinking around. This past weekend Sweet Wife allowed me to purchase a set of shelves to help in my months long reorganization of the garage. As I went about the assembly of the shelves and my other chores, I'd mumble, 'Tinker, Tinker, Irish Man.' Over and over and over. The earworm from hell.
If I ever see that 'ole boy again I'm gonna whip his butt.
Stephen
Thanks & Welcome
To my new friend and follower, Susan Williams. Susan I promise to always answer your comments. Bless your sweet heart for hitting that little blue button.
Now, I need one more follower to hit the magic two hundred mark....any takers.
Again, thanks and welcome, Susan. You are now among friends.
Let's take a walk together.
Stephen
Now, I need one more follower to hit the magic two hundred mark....any takers.
Again, thanks and welcome, Susan. You are now among friends.
Let's take a walk together.
Stephen