I'm Scorpio.
And, according to my horoscope, last week I should have made a lot of money, met new friends, collected a long overdue bill, spent some time in a hospital and received an invitation to share expenses on a trip with a woman traveling companion.
It must have been quite a week for someone living under similar signs.
This week's report (I sneaked a peek ahead for a few days) said I will start off the week with a party with friends. Well, now that's right. And in addition, we will attend a wedding of a favorite nephew in Omaha and a reception following in Ralston.
Man, we're going to have a week!
My horoscope, while not entirely accurate, has some pretty good advice for Scorpios. It constantly cautions about careless spending and suggests salting away a few dollars for rainy days ahead.
You lucky, Boy Scouts.
Didya know there is a "select" group from Nebraska City who will attend all Husker home games? They're Boy Scouts of certain rank and their scoutmasters, leaders or committee members.
The boys won't be sitting idle at the stadium. They will be in full dress uniforms ushering fans to seats.
I don't know how long ago the ushering program got started, but it's quite a compliment for Nebraska City scouts to have a chance to take part in it. I would imagine that a few years ago when the Huskers had a losing streak, the Saturday trip was a chore.
Not now, though.
The other day the boys and their leaders spent part of the afternoon on the astroturf and in the stands learning their jobs. They were google-eyed at the Big Red players on the turf and were really swayed when Bob Devaney made a point to say "hello."
The ushering scouts will also be wearing a special orange (no, not red) cap with a patch on the front signifying them as Scouts and Husker fans. We noted that the ushering job continues into cold weather — the caps have ear flaps in them.
As a parent who occasionally helps on a scout committee, they said I was eligible to attend the games in an ushering or adult sponsoring capacity.
Well, that was mighty nice of the troop officers, but I said I couldn't accept because Saturday is a working day at the News-Press. Besides, I'd be so interested in the game, I'd put everyone in the wrong seat.
We have been fortunate enough to attend a game every year thanks to friends of the News-Press at the University. Last year we had a costly day — we came home with one of those little black used Singer sewing machines for No. 1 daughter, a home ec major.
Don Chapin asked why The Buck goofed off last weekend. I didn't realize we were missed, friend.
The reason for not writing a column last Sunday was that I was on vacation during the week. Not good enough? How about: I didn't have any suggestions that I could print.
During that week, a brother and his wife and son, drove in the driveway in one of those nice motorhomes . . . followed by his Los Angeles neighbor and friend, a man and his wife in their motorhome. Our driveway looked like a branch agency for Clemmy Holmes.
This other couple who accompanied my brother and his family down the highway, had never been in the midwest and were enjoying the "double" vacation. There were a lot of people at our house for a couple of days, but we were quite amazed how little trouble extra company is when they have motorhomes.
Any . . . how . . . back to Don Chapin . . .
The husband of this other couple to visit us is Polish.
So, now you know, Don. All we did was swap Polak stories . . . and Millie said if I put any of those in The Buck she wouldn't make any more sour cream chocolate cake.
I mean, guy . . . that kinda gets to you . . . that's pressure!
We had occasion to step onto a tennis court a couple of times in recent weeks. I don't know much about the game, but I sure learned fast the meaning of "Love, 40."
If for nothing else, the occasions have attracted me to watching tennis on television during weekends. Who knows? I might develop into something great, wallop Sid Metcalf and John Crook and take on Arthur Ashe.
The State Fair.
Henry Brandt and the State Fair board and the many other workers put on a big show this year at Lincoln.
We attended during the Labor Day weekend. Guess what? Yeah, you're right. We picked the day that the crowd was the largest. Police Sgt. and Mrs. Joe Lange agreed — another day would have been less crowded.
Oh, well, it was fun. We particularly were pleased with the hard-surfacing on the midway. I can remember the crushed rock and mud holes of other years.
We visited many of the exhibits, certainly not all. It can't be done in a single day. But we did stop at one booth that was attracting a lot of good old American patriotism — the Forgotten Americans booth.
Mrs. Delmar Heng wears one of the bracelets of the GI's who are prisoners of war somewhere in North Vietnam. Visitors to the booth were asked to buy the bracelets for $2.50 and wear them as a visible display of concern for the POW's. The bracelets are engraved with the name and rank of a serviceman and the date of his imprisonment.
You can get information on this program by writing to the Forgotten Americans Committee, Box 127, Omaha, 68101.
Thanks, Ruth, for the brochures.