My kids had some business at the Seaside Public Works office where they met Dale McDowell. He had a cool present for me. It was a small wooden box containing a chunk of the old sidewalk and another of the asphalt from the street by the Methodist Church (I think). Only one thing better would have been part of the 1914 date, but these pieces will always be special. Thanks, Dale!

How did we reach Miss Oregon time without having had any publicity pictures beforehand? I was flabbergasted when my son said the Miss O contest was on at the convention center. Usually the papers are full of contestants’ pics and bios so a person can make an early choice. Saturday’s parade time was iffy, too. So I asked a police officer and we went to our vantage point on Broadway. A Boy Scout Troop with Colors led the parade, which went by almost before we realized what was going on. There were 15 or 25 beautiful girls riding in gorgeous corvettes. They wore lovely gowns though some of their titles were had to read and some unfamiliar, too. Everything wound up with a 20th century fire truck elegantly babied by the department for these many years. A small town celebration with big values. Thanks, everyone!

July 2, we went to the Putter Room for perhaps the first breakfast buffet from the new owners. It was great with plenty to eat and lots of choices. Out the window were early golfers and many birds — residential starlings, robins, sparrows and others, darting all over and enjoying the greens. Everyone was very nice, even the customers.

July 3, a friend took me to the patriotic concert of the North Coast Symphonic Band at the Liberty Theater. Although we were asked to stand for the National Anthem, I wonder if the audience would have done so without the request. Again, though, they seemed to like joining in the singing. With the advancement of the Colors, however, I didn’t see anyone salute the flag. I believe it’s time for the American Legion to publish some basic information about flag etiquette because people don’t seem to know about it or care about it anymore. Deplorable.

As usual, conductor Dave Becker gave a fine performance with some favorite Sousa marches, colonial airs and special songs by John Williams and Lee Greenwood. There were guest vocals by Rachel and Andy Becker, son and daughter-in-law of Dave. They also did a jitterbug dance, which was really cute. Johnny Barker, an Astoria High School student did a terrific snare drum solo in “Field Ayres.” This was one of two numbers conducted by John Hammond, retired Warrenton music teacher. It was a wonderfully varied program played to a full house. I give everyone credit (without their names) for a bravissimo performance.

Things have come to a pretty pass when I have to use pliers to open a carton of half and half. I’ve hated the plastic rings ever since they came into existence. Ring-topped cans are hard, too, but I can manage them. Brave new world, indeed.

Laugh Line:

A couple went to their pastor’s office seeking counseling for a floundering marriage. “It’s so boring,” they both exclaimed.

The pastor went around his desk, took the man’s wife in his arms and kissed her passionately on the mouth. “That’s what your wife needs,” he said, “at least two times a week.”

“Good,” responded the husband. “I’ll bring her by on Tuesday and Friday”

P.S. The three phases of marriage are lust, rust and dust. (Courtesy of John Hagee.)

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