That had to be a misprint...

My father-in-law gave me a subscription to Time, and I was looking at the current issue a few minutes ago. This was in the Milestones section:

Died: Irving I. Stone, 90, head of American Greetings Corp.; in Beachwood, Ohio. Starting in the family card business at age 5 and taking over billing, sales, and delivery at 9, Stone built the firm into the second largest card company in the U.S.

They must have meant to print those ages as 15 and 19. I just don’t see a 9 year old “taking over” an entire department, no matter how gifted. They wouldn’t have the stamina.

Anyone know anything pro or con?

Remember, I’m pulling for you; we’re all in this together.
—Red Green

It’s not a misprint at all…check this out from the American Greetings website
I hope this link works: http://www.prnewswire.com/cgi-bin/micro_stories.pl?ACCT=044150&TICK=AM&STORY=/www/story/01-17-2000/0001116532&EDATE=Jan+17,+2000

Zette


Love is like popsicles…you get too much you get too high.

Not enough and you’re gonna die…
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Well, I’ll be. Thanks, Zette.


Remember, I’m pulling for you; we’re all in this together.
—Red Green

Would condolences cards be appropriate?


Laugh and the world laughs with you. Smilie and you smilie alone (with my contempt). – missdavis

Well, fuck me senseless with a shoehorn. Kids these days really aren’t what they used to be! Just don’t show this to my dad. All I need is for him to hold me up to this example, as well!


An infinite number of rednecks in an infinite number of pickup trucks shooting an infinite number of shotguns at an infinite number of road signs will eventually produce all the world’s great works of literature in Braille.

Is he pulling that “When Mozart was your age he’d compsed x number of symphonies” crap? Tell him “By the time Lincoln was your age he was president!”


Love stinks! (Yeah, yeah!)

Man…I’m never going to be able to look at my shoe horn the same way again.


Live a Lush Life
Da Chef

You stole the thought from my dirty mind, Chef! :stuck_out_tongue: