Uncle Al Zheimer's Summer Camp... The Wayward Seniors Saga Continues

Uncle Al:         How delightful, Carol!  What do you see in the window I'm holding up right now?

Carol:              Why, I see how time can stand still.  I keep waiting for the waves to crash against the shore, but God has chosen to stop action on that so I can get a good look.  Isn't that nice of her?

Bob:                That's no damn window, that's a flat platter with colors on it that people serve potato chips on.  You put one chip in each of those little squares and a whole pile on the other side.

Uncle Al:         Bob, would you like some potato chips?

Bob:                I thought you'd never ask!!