"Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter." -- Martin Luther King, Jr. . . .
Headline in Creative Loafing, Tampa's liberal, "alternative" weekly: McCain chooses MILF A MILF is a "Mother I'd Like To Fu k". I was home on vacation. The 20-something women in my firm emailed me and called all morning in outrage. It was a shocking headline. From a liberal paper, no less. We . . .
The Beau arrives from California Friday just before midnight and stays till Wed. morning. I am taking some vacation time (well, yeah, I have teach Tuesday morning but not do regular work). Movies, laughter, love and fun. Reading, talks and eating good food. Intelligent, liberal discussions. And . . .
Tonight my sister emailed me a clipping about a house fire yesterday in our old neighborhood, where we grew up in a suburb of Rochester, NY, a town called Irondequoit. The house was so damaged that the Town demolished it today.The burned house on top, now demolished, is the house next door to our . . .
Oh, I wanted it. I wanted it bad.Which is why I'm one of those Hillary supporters who's still mad.Who doesn't know if she can support Obama.Who doesn't know if she'll vote for president this time.Who has never not voted in a presidential election. And who votes in a screwy state responsi ble for . . .
I LOVE my Monday night class. I gave them an in-class free-writing exercise and I was BLOWN AWAY by the creativity. What are these kids doing in a functional writing class like PR? They all should be Creative Writing majors. Oh, I'll have my work cut out for me, beating the creativity out . . .
The parking lot arm was up, as it is every first day of a new semester. I parked in the lot near the Cass Annex, where the Communications Department is domiciled these days. The hot Tampa sun beat down as I walked to the office. Quite different from my first day of school at Syracuse . . .
We returned from North Carolina last night, hitting a few leftover Fay squalls, one so bad we had to pull over for 10 minutes or so. It took us about 12 hours to get back, between stopping at 5:45am to put our garbage in the dumpster (no garbage outside in bear country), then regular stops to walk . . .
This was in the ladies room at the Bingo Hall. First time I've ever seen a sharps disposal unit in a public rest room. Note the used syringes inside. Aren't cell phone cameras wonderful? . . .
I’ve never thought of Bingo as gambling, but I can see that it’s addictive. That's Helen, poised to become addicted.We decided to go early, since the Cherokee reservation is around some gnarly curves on an unlit mountain road. “Early Bird”, they call the games from 5:30pm til regular session at 7pm, . . .