Passed the spellcheck

A few months ago the head-honcho at Cycle-World penned a column discussing the deaths of three giants of motorcycling: one a builder in his 30s of cancer; one in his 60s of a heart-attack, and aging Bud Ekins.
Head-honcho went on to recite their “epithets,” but what followed was clearly their “epitaphs.” They were hardly derogatory.
A torrent of angry e-mails descended from the grammar-police; Granny in the lobby with Uzi blazing.

The PT-girl was relaying a story about treating an English-teacher.
“Turn over and lay on your belly.”
“Kristin,” the lady said. “It’s ‘lie.’ Your English is terrible.
“After that I didn’t say much,” the PT said.

My “Semaphore” showed up yesterday (Thursday, September 14), the monthly newsletter of the Rochester Chapter of the National Railway Historical Society, of which I am a member.
In it was advice to attend the annual Steam-Pageant nearby. Farm-tractors were at first steam-propelled, and some have been restored.
“The Pageant has expanded considerably. You’ll find many steam-powered displays, including a shingle-mill and trashing of wheat.”
“Why’d they even bother growing it?” my wife asked.

The local classical-music radio-station we listen to, WXXI, has a promo from SeaBreeze Amusement-Park: “promoting fun and splashing on the web at www.seabreeze.com.” Well, I know what they meant, but editors at the mighty Mezz would rewrite that — just like the bread that baked 50 years. (No longer do we hear about “burning-displays” at fireplace-stores after I said “call the fire-department.”)

Car-Soup, a web-based car seller, is now advertising about “sell your car for nothing at Car-Soup.” Why not just give it away?