Location, Location, Location!

One of my favorite business signs in Baltimore.

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BOHICA

This time I'm determined not to miss out. I was clearly asleep at the switch when the demand for Purel started skyrocketing this year, though I had bought some Johnson and Johnson stock (the parent company) last May and it has done quite well. I should have also been buying boxcars of the hand sanitizer when the news of the flu first came out, but what's done is done. It's just as well, though. With the money I saved not buying all that Purel, I'm sending my broker out to hoard all known stocks of K-Y Jelly. It's only a matter of time before cavity searches become mandatory on all domestic and international flights, and I'm determined not to be caught with my pants down! Fortunately J&J also makes K-Y Jelly, so I'm going to do alright. I wonder who makes rubber gloves?

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Nes Gadol Haya Po

I have to hand it to my wife and admit that I was wrong. The morning of the trip, she finally convinced her mother to come with us. How, I don't know. So, early Thursday, Bubbie got herself out to the beauty shop and to the bank. We picked her up in the afternoon and drove to Atlantic City. It was a terrific trip. We had a milchig dinner at Carmine's with our son, his wife and the machatonim. We then went to the casino in the Tropicana. Bubbie DOUBLED her money! (Translation: She borrowed $1.00 from my wife, played the penny slot machine, and walked away with $2.18.) Not bad for one night's work. Everyone was happy.

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No Surprise Here

One thing about Bubbie, she does not disappoint. While she was staying with us during the recent heavy snowfall, we received a phone call from our son who invited us all to join him and his wife and her parents in Atlantic City on Christmas eve for dinner and some fun. Bubbie was very excited about seeing her grandson, so we made a reservation for her as well. It was all planned. Then, we got the phone call. "I shouldn't go...I have lots to do here (like mailing some letters and not doing laundry or housecleaning)...What will I do there, anyway?, etc., etc...You go and have a good time...I'll just stay home." Now, I wouldn't say she's stubborn, but arguing with her is like Mr. Peepers trying to take down The Hulk. It's futile. So, yesterday I cancelled her reservation. On reflection I realized there was no question but that this was how things would turn out. This was a scenario straight out of The Martyred Mother's Playbook which I believe she co-authored.

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