Why Fred's kids stopped for a snack on the way to his funeral. The Way I Heard It with Mike Rowe Catch up on all The Way I Heard It episodes here: mikerowe.com/po...
I love your channel. Use to watch Paul Harvey & your stories are fantastic. Your letters from mom have me laughing so hard, I listen to one every morning with my coffee. Thank you
I dearly miss Dirty Jobs. I still get to enjoy your wit and humor here though. A touch reminiscent of Paul Harvey whom I enjoyed listening to. By the way I can recognize Freddy but why does your picture resemble Walter Matthau???? Take care of yourself.
Mike, My wife before she passed away asked for her ashes to be put in a Coffee can. My wife loved coffee and drank it from when she woke till she went to bed. Cup after cup every day. When she passed away in October of 2022 I had her Ashes put in a coffee can and then inside a granite vault. That is how she was burried.
I stumble across this in the weirdest way. my dad was a chemist, he insisted we donate his body to science, specifically to a collage . then he was cremated and sent home. my mom has him on her mantle, in "the prettiest pringles can ever" because A) it does look like a decorative pringles can and that's what he came in from the crematorium where they sent him when he was done being educational B) we knew about Fred, and him being put in his creation, because weird science types fallow other weird science type people. C) because my dad referenced his own remains as his "left-overs" and wanted mom to do with them as she wished in the most economic fashion I'm glad other people can learn about Fred. im only crying because its so funny.
I have purchased some great ones, btw….remember? I was supposed to deliver “Showtime” to Antigua….but That’s on hold now bc I am not healthy enough, physically to make that journey
Sorry to burst your bubble, Mike ... BUT! Back in 1990 I was "gifted" a parakeet who was very adept at mimicking me by yelling, "Hey, Pal!" everytime I walked in the door. Alas, one day I returned from work to find "Pal" lying stiff and lifeless in the bottom of his cage. What to do?!? I was living in an apartment with my brother at the time and had no outdoor space in which to bury my late, great friend Pal. The Powell boys were accomplished Pringle eaters, so after emptying the tenth container of the week, I inserted the now slowly decaying carcass of Pal into a Pringle can for final burial. But where? I wandered the apartment complex grounds in search of an appropriate final resting place, and after roughly 7 minutes I encountered the massive complex dumpster. Problem solved. SOooo ... my friend Pal would have actually be well ahead of Fred in calling a Pringle can to be his coffin extraordinaire. Just so you know, bro :)
Dear My Crow Classic Pringles story. Related to soft serve ice cream from dairy Queen it has potato flakes in it. so just now I showed you a video to my brother into somebody else a customer but my services as a gardener landscaper handyman your kind of stuff well I called it my charity zone I don't share money that I don't have but I share ideas that you do have you told a great story and I think it's a good charity to to donate a check to a to donate a good story he only like a morsel of food or change a homeless person's attitude or a good story or change a homeless person's attitude good job Mike I thought it was funny that you got micro companies that sounds like micro and then I said micro as I hear you on Mike Rowe haha iPhone
Going back listening to old stories,with your distinctive voice,scruffy face,you'd be a hunky Marshall Matt Dillion. If Hollywood ever did remake version of GUNSMOKE,you ever consider acting in Western Movies? Who's the lucky Miss Kitty,Hollywood is overdue for another great Western
As a 4x guy, what's happening in this country is people being given exactly the wrong advice how to eat. A certain segment of humanity can't subside on fast food and sugar. I spent *DECADES* avoiding fat, and I've reversed my diabetes and am losing weight eating meat and green veggies.
I am back….was heating an “everything” bagel….and I have a wild blueberry spread, with chia seed….you know…that obnoxious ad we c ever yr before Xmas????
FYI. “NOAA WEATHER ALERT::: 08:38:00……EST…..Coast Guard Station Newport……2e Wind Chill, 5mph wind from NW……sleet had now covered the Bercovitch town of Portsmouth….idyllic, actually….such a LOVING area to plant one;s abode…..ya know?? Ur the sound of the sleet…like. Mini ping pong. Balls, ricocheting of of the tableau, if you will, the tableau …of..life.
Do you know that my Mom wanted to be cremated and put inside dad’s coffin?? Her sister, my fav Aunt Emily said “ you are crazy, Nancy, you can’t do that!”
