One day while sharing some of my old memories with my grandaughter I though of the small beekeeping hobby I had growing up in Arizona. Later in the day I took a little time to draw a picture showing some of those memories. The painting is not exactly accurate, but I will explain that more later. I build my apiary by collecting swarms, mostly in trees and around homes in our town. I placed an ad in the local paper in the spring when bees were swarming and received many calls. The Cushman Mailster was my transportation. My hives were kept on the roof of the small apartment behind our home. I have many great memories of it.

Many years ago in a Readers Digest publication called Word Power (1980), I came across an article called Are You a Skid-Talker, by Corey Ford. I've managed to keep that publication for all these years. The article is about something Corey Ford calls skid-talk. To me it sounds a lot like mixed metaphores, but I like the term Skid-talk better. Corey Ford says, "Skid-talk is more than a slip of the tongue, it is a slip of the mind." I've got a lot of mileage out of this article, and I've tried to record other phrases in the margins that fit the description of skid-talk. Here are a few that I've managed to record. I will share more with you when I review the article and look through my notes.

Don't count your penneys before they hatch.
You hit the nose on the head.
Little britches have big ears.