BLAINESWORLD #1088 (Please send any comments to:

Section 2, part 2

(1) Ken Greenfield: Saw it [A STREET CAT NAMED BOB] a few weeks ago. Lavelle really enjoyed.

(2) Dan Becker: Are the $2 bills readily available (the crisp ones)? I think they are the most visually pleasing bills, only lacking in their dollar amount. Of course, I’d rather have $100 bills. Did you know that hundreds are now the largest denomination bills available?

Response: You should be able to get them from most banks. As for the $100 bills, I’d also like to have them!



(5) Vickie Gaddy: I love BLAINESWORLD. Thanks for congratulating us on birth of Cyrus – publicly. Now the whole world knows about him !!!

(6) Carolel Biro:  Everything we love to eat is a scam



(9) Carla Hayden: By the Book [interview with Librarian of Congress]

(10) Let’s Stop the Bickering and Fix the Health Care System





Section 11, Thought for the day

Once upon a time, two brothers who lived on adjoining farms fell into conflict. It was the first serious rift in 40 years of farming side by side, sharing machinery, and trading labor and goods as needed without a hitch.

Then the long collaboration fell apart. It began with a small misunderstanding and it grew into a major difference, and finally it exploded into an exchange of bitter words followed by weeks of silence.

One morning there was a knock on John’s door. He opened it to find a man with a carpenter’s toolbox. “I’m looking for a few days work,” he said. “Perhaps you would have a few small jobs here and there. Could I help you?”

“Yes,” said the older brother. “I do have a job for you. Look across the creek at that farm. That’s my neighbor, in fact, it’s my younger brother. Last week there was a meadow between us, and he took his bulldozer to the river levee and now there is a creek between us. Well, he may have done this to spite me, but I’ll go him one better. See that pile of lumber curing by the barn? I want you to build me a fence –an 8-foot fence–so I won’t need to see his place anymore. Cool him down, anyhow.”

The carpenter said, “I think I understand the situation. Show me the nails and the post-hole digger, and I’ll be able to do a job that pleases you.”

The older brother had to go to town for supplies, so he helped the carpenter get the materials ready and then he was off for the day. The carpenter worked hard all that day measuring, sawing, nailing. About sunset when the farmer returned, the carpenter had just finished his job. The farmer’s eyes opened wide, his jaw dropped.

There was no fence there at all. It was a bridge–a bridge stretching from one side of the creek to the other! A fine piece of work, handrails and all. And the neighbor, his younger brother, was coming across, his hand outstretched. “You are quite a fellow to build this bridge after all I’ve said and done.”

The two brothers stood at each end of the bridge, and then they met in the middle, taking each other’s hand. They turned to see the carpenter hoist his toolbox on his shoulder. “No, wait! Stay a few days. I’ve a lot of other projects for you,” said the older brother.

“I’d love to stay on,” the carpenter said, “but, I have many more bridges to build.”


Section 12A, NC events

(1) Paula Hanke:

(2) Jeff Catanese:

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Note: I just saw this show and had a good time at it. See next week’s issue for more information.

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