Getting the mail

I went out to get the mail after putting it off for an hour, and while standing at the box this old dude comes walking along the (very) busy street saying to me how his friend dropped him off at the car repair joint up the street and he said that he was walking down to '65th'. Well, come on! 65th is 2 miles down the road. The busy road used by speeders to get from Bothell to the UW. (By the way, the speed limit on Sand Point Way is 30 mph. Honest. All the way from 125th to the North entrance of Magnusson Park ~ 30 mph. I don't go 20 mph over the limit in YOUR neighborhood so how about not doing that in mine? Thanks. ok, rant over.)

Old Dude, yeah. It was starting to rain so I offered him a ride (he looked frail enough ~ I thought I could take him if he gave me any shit) and he turned me down! Said it wasn't that far. True, not that far for someone used to walking that distance but clearly he was not. Come on, I say, let me give you a ride. I have to go run some errands anyway.

Ok, he says. Ok. I'll take you up on that.

So, we get into the Mazdaratti and he reaches out to shake my hand and says, Hi, I'm Stan Boreson.

I say, The REAL Stan Boreson?He says: What's left of him!

He's in his 80's now. That's an old photo of Stan and his lazy Basset No-mo. No-mo-shun lived 16 1/2 years, Stan used to joke, because she didn't wear out anything. She slept her whole life.

So, Seattle and those of you who grew up here in the 50's and 60's, here's a little bit of nostalgia for ya:

Zero dachus, mucho crackus

Hallaballooza bub

That's the secret password that we

Use down at the Club, and

Zero dachus, mucho crackus

Hallaballooza fan

Means now you are a member of

King's TV club with Stan!

Stan and his wife Barbara still run a tour company and are going to Europe again in the next few months. He says they've been doing it for 20 years and don't advertise or have a website but have been pretty happy with it.