Boy, Was I Wrong

What is the point of a “strike through”? I mean if I don’t want something in my writings, I’ll just erase it and retype. I am not sure why it is necessary for some idiots people to use the strike through. I guess to give our true feelings but with the pretense that all is well in the world. Right? Ok, whatever. Now I have to write on a 3rd grad level. Hey, was I wrong on that Obama thing or what? Allow me to recap. Last week we talked about the administration wagging the dog by allowing the Vice President to make statements about same sex marriage that were not exactly the “published position” of the current white house. My opinion was that this was an intentional “gaff” and the president would gain political ground...

Wag the Dog

Well, they are doing it to us again and not many people actually understand what is going on.  Look, see, I have something shiny.  Look over here, see how shiny?  Don’t you want the shiny thing? We are bunch of tongue wagging dogs when you get right down to it, and we go crazy for the smell of bacon and microwave popcorn.  Do you know how you were manipulated this week?  I’ll tell you, it started on Sunday when Vice President Joe Biden was on Meet the Press and told the world that the Obama administration was pro gay marriage.  What?  News to Barack, or was it? So all this week it has been the top news story, Joe Biden “gaffs” again and now King O needs to clean up after the fools mess.  As many positively idiotic things that have...

I’m Sorry

Do you remember the TV show Happy Days? Sure you do, and the most memorable character has to be The Fonz or Arthur Fonzarelli, a true Italian-American. He had many things about him that were very likeable; especially as the series matured he was much funnier and more accessible. He was cool, tough, and everyone looked up to him. But as with any hero, The Fonz had at least one built in flaw and that was in the area of admitting he was wrong. I recall with tremendous clarity the scene where he had to admit to Richie Cunningham that he was wrong. He actually had to say the words “I was wrong”. But, when it came time for him to say the word “wrong” he couldn’t do it. He was physically unable to say “I was wrong”. This is a...

Already?

Many people have already been through this, but today I took my oldest child to her first college fair. I am still trying to wrap my head around the fact that I have a child old enough to start looking at colleges and in two very short years she will be off, and away to the beginning of her life. I will say that it seems like a very short time ago that she was born, and I know everyone says that. However, it does not seem like “yesterday”. There is quite a bit made of graduating from high school and I do not want to diminish that milestone in life, it is very important. But the beginning of college, to me, seems like it is in another class altogether for this simple reason. As I told my daughter today, this will be the very first decision that she will...

Look Up

Sorry, but it has been a rather taxing week.  I have a family member who has had some rather serious medical things going on, and that’s all I’ll say about it here. Poor me, I’m facing real life, thanks for the pity party, but moving on.  I’ve been spending my mornings at one of the most wonderful spots Nashville has to offer and there is a very sad part to this.  Most people who live in Nashville have never been to this place.  Oh, they have seen the license plates that support Radnor Lake, but they have never been there. In case you are getting a vision of a giant lake with boats, piers, people swimming in the water and sailing on the lake, allow me to squash that vision immediately.  Radnor Lake is a lake, but it is more than...

The Leaning Man

You know when you are in an auditorium of some kind and the person in front of you is tall, so you need to lean to one side in order to see the speaker or whatever you are observing?  Maybe it’s a matter of an unexpected hair style for a lady, or perhaps the reintroduction of the stove pipe hat, either way you have to lean. Last night my wife decided to go through the act of baptism and the event was held at our church.  Well, she didn’t decide last night, she actually decided several weeks ago, but last night was the service.  So there we all were, about a half dozen baptism candidates and a church full of friends and family.  I was sitting near the front and off to the side and I had a great seat in which to see my loving wife dunked backwards...

I Love New York…Sometimes

My return trip went against all sound reasoning when I finally boarded the plane.  First of all they had us line up 15 minutes prior to allowing the first person on to the giant casket in the sky and this only made me more nervous.  When I did find myself looking for a seat, all those spots I usually take were already occupied, so I had to move further and further back until I found myself over the wing.  Bummer. There is much more turbulence over the wing than where I normally sit and you can hear the landing gear unfold into place.  I don’t like that.  Since I was over the wing, I had no reason to have a window open, so when we landed I thought we were crashing, of course.  You would think with all the flying I do, I would be used to all this drama...