True, embellished and fictional stories for your amusertainment

Wishing everyone a Happy Father’s Day!

May the farce be with you!

Your IFF,



Photo from nobleworks cards

Parking Meter

Last weekend Stephen and I decided to do something different. We drove 30 miles to a craft fair in a small town. The fair was on the grounds of the courthouse in the middle of downtown within easy walking distance of shops and restaurants. A perfect venue with perfect weather… until we parked the car and found parking meters. I expect to pay for parking in the city, but when I stop in a small town far from the madding crowds, I presume parking will be free.

Because we were there on a Saturday, I didn’t get too worked up because surely patrons wouldn’t be expected to pay for parking on a weekend – right? We sat in the car for a few moments, observing other people inserting coins into their meters so we knew we had to do the same. Cursing like a parrot attached to a drunken pirate, I got out of the car and stomped to the meter. When I saw the charges, I burst out laughing. Not only are the charges ridiculously affordable, the amount of money collected is probably far less than the salary of the person who empties them.

Our total charge was 20 cents for the day. We left early, leaving a whopping 1 cent on the meter. As we left our spot, a big Ford SUV pulled in behind us. I was glad to give them our penny. It felt good to pay it Ford.

May the farce be with you!

Your IFF,




For obvious reasons, the other monks affectionately referred to Nhat as the Chip Monk

Two Truths and a Lie

The game Two Truths and a Lie is a fun way to get to know people. You say three things about yourself as if they were all true, but one is a lie. The other players have to guess which statement is untrue.  Last weekend, Stephen and I had lunch at Moe’s Southwest Grill and we noticed Two Truths and a Lie on the side of our drink cup. It wasn’t surprising to find this lighthearted riddle because Moe’s has a healthy sense of humor. For example, their current artwork creates scenes using restaurant food.

Moe’s: Tortilla Bus

Printing the game on the side of the cup was clever, but I was disappointed at what it said.

It stands to reason that the lie is the item that isn’t checked which points to the sad truth that Moe’s tofu is not raised on a free-range tofu ranch.

Tofu raised without the freedom to roam free

It’s a well known fact (that I just made up) that fenced tofu conditions are deplorable. Fenced tofu has a tendency to overcrowd even when ample space is available. Keep that in mind when you’re tempted to order tofu at Moe’s.

May the farce be with you!

Your IFF,


Stephen’s New Toyota

Stephen loves his new toy Yoda

I recently spent a week with Vivian, my friend of more than 30 years. Earlier this year she moved into a new house, so I went to help her with some of the finishing touches. I also went to meet her two new cats. I had already met the other three.

Vivian’s beautiful home has a finished, walk-out basement that she doesn’t use, so I had an entire floor to myself. Well, almost. I woke up to this every morning.

Honor and Handsome

Additionally, I had to share my bathroom.


Vivian thought of everything, including my private media center.

This was all mine!

However, I never used it because it seemed too difficult, what with three times as many remotes as devices.

Six remotes for a TV and a DVD player (which wasn’t plugged in).

One of the projects we worked on was assembling a lamp. Everything had to be put together, including the shade – otherwise how would it all fit in its tiny box?

The entire lamp was packed into this little box

Although most of our focus was on the house, Vivian’s car required a little work, too. A greasy cable was dangling from her door frame so she fixed it with duct tape.

Duct tape saved Vivian’s hair from a greasy cable

At the end of every busy day, we made time to enjoy the finer things in life.

Hilly forced us to relax

I was reminded during my visit how amazing it is that Vivian and I started out as friends and over time became family.

We’re like the mafia – in for life

May the farce be with you!

Your IFF,


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