An elderly lady at the dentist’s office last week was bragging up her grandson to anyone that would listen. All seemed fine and good. High school honor student, athlete, went to Mizzou to be even more successful, blah, blah, blah. Then she took a hard turn right off the rails. She explained to the front desk lady that her grandson did club wrestling when he first got to Mizzou, but he quit that because he got herpes from the mats.
I’m a believer now. This kid is headed for success. Probably picked up herpes at Harpo’s but created an entirely believable cover story for grandma.
That’s real-world problem solving.
I follow a page on Facebook entitled “Platte County Missouri back in the day” and it is fascinating follow. I highly recommend. The administrator(s) do a great job of making everyone stick to the subject and they post lots of historical newspaper articles and such.
Kenneth Klamm, whom I do not know, appears to be one of the moderators who adds a lot of the content.
Anyway, I’m a housing nerd and I found an interesting post recently that was an advertisement from the Kansas City Star circa 1975. It was for the Misty Woods subdivision, between Parkville and Riverside. The builders were advertising the new homes for $25,200 to $30,745. Bolling Builders were the featured builder.
A remodeled home in Misty Woods sold this summer for $301,000. Even more remarkable is that the home was listed for $265,000. Most are going for $230,000 to $250,000 in the area now, either way, about ten times the 1975 pricing, in case you’re not good at math or have access to a time machine.
Just for kicks, whenever they post a Landmark article from the early 1900’s, I text it to Foley to see if he wrote it.
Is it normal for grandmas to report their grandchildren’s herpes diagnosis to strangers in a dentist office? Seems out of bounds, irrespective of the source, but I’m not a grandma.
Maybe it’s required by some new HIPAA law.
I Googled Herpes and now I have a bunch of advertisements for creams and whatnot. The genius of that kid’s story is that there are two kinds of herpes, the wrestling mat kind and then the “stayed at the bar too late” kind. Either appears to be kind of gnarly; both earned with honor though.
This column has come completely off the rails, like a wayward grandma in the dentist’s office. Next week we will investigate other STDs and the ramifications and honor attached thereto.
(Guy Speckman can be reached at his dentist’s office, catching up on all the latest)