Category Archives: Wags World
Byting The Bullet And Logging Into Facebook
By Bob Wagner, AAP Columnist
I finally broke down and turned on Facebook on the house computer. I call it the house computer because it lives upstairs and is anchored to my house by plugs and wires (lots and lots of wires), a printer, and some big glowing box down on the floor. My bride’s “Facebook machine” is the size of a magazine. She hasn’t put it down since Christmas two years back, except for church and Woman’s Club meetings. And now I know why!
Singing The Postal Blues Not Once, But Three Times
By Bob Wagner, AAP Columnist
My trusty loose leaf notebook has been lying here open and blank, for days, daring me to write the April column. So far, I have three pages of drawings of walking sticks, a phone number for the post office consumer affairs division, and a butter stain from a wayward bagel.
All my writing starts with a white loose leaf binder. Then, after the words are arranged on the pages, I slowly hunt and peck onto my old, tired computer. When finished, I hit “Save As,” and pray it actually works. I always hit print, just in case it doesn’t, or I bump the wrong button, and it all disappears into computer hell. Each and every time I am successful, I am slightly amazed. When the paper acknowledges receipt, with an e-mail, I relax for another month. Today will be no different.
Except today I will be doing something distasteful. And I will be asking for the readers help ratting out the Post Office.
A Remote Possibility Of Technology Dependence
By Bob Wagner, AAP Columnist
I was right smack dab in the middle of one of my more memorable rants against all things modern and new. I was at a fever’s pitch, just beginning to break a sweat, my voice ringing off the living room walls, when the bride busted me, flat.
She simply raised one eyebrow, lowered her iPad, and asked, in her cold, oily best, gotcha voice, “And who, in your world of bottled milk, hand cranked drills, and knitted woolen socks, will get up to change the channel on your TV?”
Lord, I hate it when she’s right.
Cold Temperatures Lead To Thoughts Of Adventure
By Bob Wagner, AAP Columnist
The recent cold snap has me trapped inside, huddled near the warm radiator, bored out of my mind with bad TV shows. Over 1,200 channels and it’s getting worse every year. I’m rereading old columns I wrote years ago, looking for some inspiration for the New Year.
Shaking The Dust Off Of Lazy Bones For A Good Cause
By Bob Wagner, AAP Columnist
I’ve grown complacent the last few years, wallowing in my lazy retirement lifestyle. I know this, because my recently retired significant other, the bride, has told me so. And as much as it pains me to admit, she is usually right.
A Blatant Plug For Pennsauken’s Upcoming Harvest Festival On October 11
By Bob Wagner, AAP Columnist
Every so often an opportunity comes along to fill this space with blatantly self serving advertising. This is one of those times.
The Harvest Festival, held on Saturday, Oct. 11, from 12 to 4 p.m., is being held at the new sports complex off of Westfield Ave., behind the MPWC offices, across the street from B. Tait’s shiny new construction company, otherwise known as the former Carlin’s Market for you old timers.
Making A True Scientific Breakthrough Regarding VW Beetles
By Bob Wagner, AAP Columnist
I made a major discovery last night that just may set the scientific world on its ear!
I had taken the VW out for an evening ride to the every Wednesday night gathering of car guys on Main St. on the Maple Shade/Moorestown border. As a group of us stood around trading stories and reminiscing about our youthful adventures in things automotive, the discovery hit me like a thunderbolt!
