Month: November 2018

It happens sometimes that topics just leap out at us and demand that we have to have some type of reasonable discourse.  The current climate of fear surrounding the issue of immigration is one of those, as some Americans choose to place blame and point the finger of their life frustrations on those coming to our country.  When fear and ignorance combine to overtake reason and logic, as they may have in the recent election, we are all the worse for it.  My late grandfather used to say, tongue-in-cheek, “My mind’s made up.  Don’t confuse me with facts.” Continue reading “When Fear Controls Us”

Ah, the season has officially begun.  Up to now, the catalogs came in a steady stream – maybe five or six a day from companies I’ve never heard of.  Today, however, is opening day of the catalog playoffs.  It’s kind of like the league playoffs in baseball, except more intense. Twenty-one came in today, all jammed somehow into a six-inch square mailbox.  I know, I’m not sure how that happens either.  Totally defies the laws of physics. All I know is that somewhere in the world glossy trees are dying needlessly to provide us with information we can’t begin to absorb.  Gone too soon. Continue reading “Cavalcade of Catalogs”

In the history of interviews, perhaps going back to Julius Caesar being interviewed by a reporter for the Roman Forum, this is perhaps the most absurd question of all time, in just about any context. Presidential candidates that have just lost the election, for example. We’re pretty sure how the winners feel – although the incumbent could be a noticeable exception. He didn’t look too happy two years ago. It was more a “holy crap” expression both on his and his wife’s faces. So I need somebody to tell me, in what context is this an appropriate question?   Continue reading ““What were you feeling when . . .?””