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 Holabird AdvocateProviding all the news we see fit to print since 2002!Thursday, November 04, 2004 VOL. III Issue 11C Hinkle Kids Test O.K. Darrel, Kristi, and Mary Hinkle, along with Ruby Hoffman took Brittany, Shelby and Justin Hinkle to Sioux Falls yesterday afternoon to be tested for bladder infections early this morning. Brit's test wasn't so hot. It was discovered she has a condition called Interstitial Cystitis, which requires her to be medicated for a year. Shelby tested fine, so her earlier surgery did the trick. Justin tested best of all. In fact he was so healthy that he was singing the Bowling For Soup song "1985" at a volume making it necessary for him to be removed from the hospital. All of us here at the Holabird Advocate wonder why an almost 3 year old boy would be singing a nostalgic song like that for. The group all made their way home this evening a little cranky, but none the worse for wear. North of 40 by Red Green Every week more and more guys are coming out of the tool room and admitting it. Admitting we have nothing to say, to anyone, about anything. I know that feeling. And your wife probably understands. You've said it all before. You're still with her. You have nothing to add. And this is all right. Unfortunately some guys who have nothing to say still keep talking. Like, if you find yourself ranting about the way people are parking cars on your street, well, you have nothing to say. Stop talking. If you find yourself going on and on about why Jeopardy is way better than Wheel of Fortune, or about how hard it is to open those new orange juice containers, or the high price of hammers, you have nothing to say. If you notice you're telling everyone a hilarious story that you read in Reader's Digest-stop talking. People aren't listening to you. The person you're talking to has glazed over and is just nodding their head, while they make up a grocery list or plan their winter vacation, or vow never to get as old and boring as you. So don't just keep talking until you think of something worth saying. You may not. Just remember, I'm pullin' for ya. We're all in this together. Memo To Pat Robertson: OOPS My Bad by Jerry Hinkle, Special to the Holabird Advocate I can not tell a lie. I goofed, Mr Robertson. Big time, as the VP would say. When you told the world that God said W would be re-elected, I laughed at you. Yes sir, I did. The polls all made you out to look like some sort of idiot. Some sort of smiling zealot. You, Mr. Robertson, have had the proverbial "Last Laugh". I never should have doubted you. You were right and the major news networks were wrong. Andy Rooney, WRONG. Everyone who said Ketchup Kerry won the debates, WRONG. Then there's, of course, myself, the courageous, dynamic Publisher of the Holabird Advocate, who voted for W merely out of sympathy, WRONG. Of course, sir, you can't blame us. After all people in your line of work don't always say sensible things. Need I remind you that a couple of decades back one of your ilk told us that he was going to be "Called home" unless he raised $8,000,000. Of course, he did raise the money so I guess that evens things out doesn't it. In future, Mr. Robertson, I will listen to you, and God, a little more often. I'll also not be too quick to judge. I can't speak for everyone else who was wrong, however. They will have to apologize to you for themselves I guess. See ya in 4 years Pat!
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