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Fluff Enough

Fluff Enough

Here is a generational trivia question: “What is the name of a sandwich made of peanut butter and marshmallow spread? If you answered “Fluffernutter,” you are likely a Boomer reminiscing about your favorite childhood food. The Fluffernutter is a gooey, sweet marshmallow spread layered atop peanut butter between two slices of white bread to produce a “roof-of-the-mouth” sticking treat. Fluffernutter is finally getting the recognition it deserves, as it was recently included in the

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Dogs Unleash Their Advice On Life

Dogs Unleash Their Advice On Life

I’ve had pet dogs all my life. They are loyal, playful and great companions. I’ve learned a lot from my canine friends and discovered that they have their own set of social rules and norms. Below are some of those rules: Toilet bowl cocktails should never be served before 4 p.m. and always remember to put the seat up. Never wear those silly dog sweaters. If your owner insists that you do, run away. Run Spot, run! If you unexpectedly pass gas, blame the cat. When walk

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Doctors Discover A New Way To Help You Fall Asleep: Watch A Baseball Game

Doctors Discover A New Way To Help You Fall Asleep: Watch A Baseball Game

When it comes to sports, we want more of everything – speed, scoring, tackles, slam dunks and car crashes. Major league baseball has few if any of these. The game is slow, boring and loses fans every day. Baseball is like us Baby Boomers, the older we get the slower we get. If the game gets any slower, it will go backwards. Games will end in negative scores. Today’s average nine-inning Major League Baseball game takes three hours and 10 minutes, and only 18 minutes of that is actual pl

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Christmas Tree Shopping For The Three Pees

Christmas Tree Shopping For The Three Pees

Tis the season to praise the pine.   I love Christmas trees. We bring the outdoors indoors to fill a home with Christmas cheer and spirit. I love to come downstairs in the morning to the refreshing scent of pine.   The Christmas tree is the holiday icon, like the turkey at Thanksgiving, the Easter Bunny at Easter and the blown off fingers on July 4th. I have a forest full of childhood memories of going out and cutting down our family

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Christmas Morning At The Pfiffer Home was Sheer Madness

Christmas Morning At The Pfiffer Home was Sheer Madness

Congratulations. You have survived another Christmas. Now, your only holiday responsibility is to start shopping for next year’s presents. As a kid, I enjoyed the day after, when I did important things: 1.    Assemble, play with and become acquainted with all my neat presents. 2.    Get one of my seven sibs to trade me one of their neat presents (two if they were an easy mark) for a sucky pair of white ring-top socks from Grandma, who gave me socks every year since my first C

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A Remote Battle Of The Sexes

A Remote Battle Of The Sexes

TV remotes are supposed to make life easier. Not mine. The remote in our home causes frustration, stress, marital strife and the throwing of things. The problems begin when we can’t find the remote. My wife, Shelley, and I  frantically search for it beneath cushions, furniture, piles of magazines and newspapers on the coffee table and under the dog if she is in the room. You never know. (For the record: Shelley doesn’t actually “help” look for the remote. Instead, she offers

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A Letter From A Tree

A Letter From A Tree

I love trees. They are pillars of strength, patience and longevity. They help clean the air and water and build our homes. When I need to ponder problems or recharge my batteries I do so beneath the peaceful shade and comfort of trees. They do so much for us. The health of Earth and our lives depend on them. That’s why I share the following letter from a tree regarding climate change. Dear Humans, Hot enough for you? It’s going to get worse. You’re shattering record high temperatures a

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A Fear That Comedy Will Turn Slapstick

A Fear That Comedy Will Turn Slapstick

It’s the slap felt ‘round the world and discussed ‘round the clock. Will Smith’s roundhouse smack of Chris Rock during the Oscars reveals one of the hazards of being a humorist. What Will did was wrong and inexcusable. Yes, Chris cracked a bad joke, but it didn’t deserve him being sucker smacked on live TV. I worry that this incident will encourage others to go slap-happy on comedians and humorists if they don’t like the words they say or write. I don’t want to have to wear a mouthguar

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A Bit About Bitcoins

A Bit About Bitcoins

Bitcoins are the latest trendy investment opportunity, thanks to viral stories about people becoming overnight Bitcoin millionaires. Bitcoins are one of more than 1,500 cryptocurrencies on the market, with names like Dogecoin, Solana and Ethereum (which sounds like a radioactive element used to make A-bombs or it’s a part of the human body.) You’re probably wondering if you should get in on this speculative mania and invest in cryptocurrency. Well wonder no more. I will explain c

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“What Are You Kids Doing In There?”

“What Are You Kids Doing In There?”

Raising kids is difficult for parents. Raising eight Pfiffer kids is hell for parents. That’s why Mom and Dad have free-first-class-no-questions-asked-front-of-the-line-all-expenses-paid passes to heaven. Nothing, not even a housefly, can keep their eyes on that many kids at once. Hell, it’s hard to just keep track of all of our names. That’s why Mom relied on all her natural senses as well as ESP and eyes in the back of her head to keep tabs on us. I was most impressed with her l

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"Everyone Hide! Mom's Got The Hair Clippers Again!"

"Everyone Hide! Mom's Got The Hair Clippers Again!"

Look at this photo of me, at 6- or 7-years old Protruding forehead. Widespread nose. Ears so big they looked like dish antennas sticking out of the sides of my head. I looked like BoBo The Monkeyboy. The doctor didn’t slap me when I was born. He gave me a banana. My head was large it got stuck during birth. The doctor had never seen anything like it. He couldn’t believe my mom endured it without sedation. I can’t believe she still talks to me. But she got her revenge. She cut

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