When I was young and healthy, I planned future events months, even years, ahead.
Now I plan future events perhaps ten minutes ahead. The exception to this is this month. I plan to attend the William Henry Harrison High School graduation.
My granddaughter, Lexis Dole, is class valedictorian this year and I am truly proud of her.
Her mother, Risa, was valedictorian 29 years ago in 1984.
Her late grandmother, Geraldine “Gerry” Dole, was valedictorian 58 years ago in 1955.
A Naked City TV program had the title, “The apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree.” How true! Lexis and I feel that Gerry will be looking down from heaven with the best view of all.
Thanks to the Southwest Local School District and U.C., my son Bill has always had rewarding employment through the years.
His first job as a lad was a Harrison Press paperroute. When it comes to houses, he doesn’t buy by the number of bedrooms, but by the number of square footage, lots of it.
He has owned eight homes in five states. I have seen all of these homes except his last in Nashville, Tenn.
It must be close to downtown because they walked to a recent Elton John concert.
Of course they walk many miles daily for exercise.
Nashville is a sit-com type TV program on WCPO-TV on Wednesday at 10 p.m.
I have fallen sleep three weeks in a row when I was going to watch this show. This program, which is shot in Nashville, left a notice that they would like to use Bill’s house in the show.
During the week of April 24, the program shot inside the house for a show supposed to run on Wednesday, May 22 or Wednesday, May 29. I plan on recording it.
When we moved to Hamilton County in 1953, downtown Cincinnati was a beautiful place and a joy to visit.
In those days, you didn’t have to worry about getting robbed and shot by dope addicts.
There were several large department stores based downtown. One of these was Shillito’s on Seventh Street with a parking garage across the street.
Shillito’s store featured foreign imports and I don’t mean crap from China and Mexico.
When I was driving a Jaguar XK 120 in the 1960s, I had a cigarette holder for my Pall Mall’s and a genuine beret made in France I bought at the downtown Shillito’s.
On her recent class trip to France, granddaughter Lexis bought me a genuine French beret to replace the old one I can’t find due to my wife hiding it or throwing it away.
Lexis also got me a Mickey Mouse ears hat from Disneyland on her California trip.
Gentleman Farmer Jim Dole of St. Leon and I think maybe our youngest grandson Tanner should become a veterinarian due to a recent incident.
Tanner owns a cow orphaned at birth and had to be bottle fed. This cow recently gave birth to a young son. Too late to call a veterinarian, Tanner took over the duty.
I am happy to say that the mother, son, and Tanner are doing well.
Due to two farms in the family Tanner has grown up with farming in his blood.
His Uncle Mark helped him obtain a flock of chickens a few years ago.
When I was Tanner’s age I made pets out of my brother’s chickens.
Unlike me, Tanner is businesslike. He picked out the roosters to sell for eating and sold eggs to family and friends.
As you have probably have guessed, Jim and I are proud of our youngest grandson.Tanner DVM? Sounds good to me!
Bill Baird is a Whitewater Township resident who writes a weekly column about old movies and Hollywood trivia.