Later in the month, we were able to make this award again when we wrote:
“This week we would like to present it to the Badger, who proclaimed to the world that he has, heaven forbid, thrown away, as in discarded, his National Geographics, the ‘You Never Can Tell’ award.
“We too emptied our attic of Geographics. We struggled them down two flights of stairs, dragged them through the kitchen and deposited them outside near the back door, hoping against hope that no one would notice. We tried to pretend they were just ordinary, everyday garbage. But alas, we couldn’t fool the garbage men.
“The truck backed into the driveway, and magically, two pairs of eyes were riveted to, you guessed it, the boxes and boxes of shiny, yellow, heavier than lead magazines. Instantly the boxes were swooped up and saved. ‘These are too good to throw away,’ we were told. So, dear Badger, you may think you have done away with Gilbert Howy Grosvenor’s handiwork, but you never can tell. Somewhere, somehow, someone will manage to save them.”
We learned in 1984 that some topics seem to develop lives of their own. Included in this category were our discussions of the 1,000 steps, chipped beef and garnish. All of these topics started out innocently enough before taking hold. In fact, we had absolutely no idea just what we were doing when we wrote:
“There is an old adage, ‘You can dress them up, but you can’t take them out.’ One of us attended a recent Oneonta dinner meeting. We had even worn a coat, tie and longer pants than is our habit. During a dinner consisting of ubiquitous prime rib and baked potato, we ate the spiced apple garish which accompanied our beef. For this act we were chastised roundly.