Month: June 2022

It’s the little things that push us over the edge.  One might say I’m back to “grumpy” status. My readers should know that I myself are renowned for my infinite patience and calm dignity in the face of inanimate objects acting in concert to thwart me, but I have seen others react badly. These are just some of the things that cause adverse reactions under the right circumstances.  Here’s just a sampling.

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I was sitting on my back porch on a recent morning, sipping coffee and reading a book, waiting for Her Ladyship to make her grand entrance into the day.  Most every morning in the warm weather, I sit and read the paper, then a book.  Always have at least one book in process. Right now, I have a biography of Arturo Toscanini, a French mystery, and a John Grisham. I’m working my way through.  Books are one of the great sources of happiness.  I’ve always felt sorry for folks that don’t read. Work has been progressing on my gardens, and fanciful spots of color with containers of flowers are everywhere.  It all looks quite nice, if I do say so myself, and it occurred to me that amidst the unhappiness of our time from sometimes empty shelves at the grocery store to the price of gasoline, I’m very happy.  You wouldn’t always know that, based on my occasional “grumpy old man” writings, where I highlight the foibles of humans and our times, but I am.  Life has been good to us, Her Ladyship and myself.

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This is a blog that I wrote in 2018, and four years later, it’s once again a topic of discussion. It’s brought about because the Texas Attorney General has recommended to Republican legislators in that state that consideration should be given to arming and training school teachers and administrators to “prevent” school gun violence.  This on the heels of the NRA’s (and former President Trump’s) insistence that school shootings are a mental health issue, not a gun issue.  So, here once again, is my take on the discussion.

Continue reading “Guns in the Classroom, Again”