I ran through a stop sign today. Went right through it without ever looking. That’s bad, Į know. That’s a really bad thing. I wish I had it to do over again, maybe I’d… No, I’m sure I would stop if I had it all to do over again. But, like everything else in life, there are no do-overs. You do it once, and it’s done. Whatever that may be. Continue reading
There are times when it seems that I am completely unmotivated. I’m sitting here, at my desk, trying to write this little story, and then I’ll try to write another one… it never stops. Anyhow, I’ve been on Facebook for a while today, and was on EBay a little earlier. In the middle of it all, I get an email from my editor, asking “where is the latest copy”, and to “get myself in gear”… Hey man, you don’t have to tell me twice. And so, here I sit, 6 hours later, and still no story. Hmmm. Continue reading
Went to a baseball game the other night. Yep, loaded up in the ‘ole family mobile, and headed up north, up to Indianapolis. Went to the Indians game; had pretty good seats too, Row “S”, seats 12 and 13, behind the Indians dugout. It was the third, and probably the last, baseball game of this year that I’ll be able to go to. It being later on in the year and all.
At the last minute, my little fella was unable to go. Sometime 10 year old priorities can change at the drop of a hat, though I really can’t understand what could be more important than a ballgame. So instead of my boy, I took an old friend along to the ballpark. Well, the game started at 5:00 pm, so we left Seymour around 2:30’ish, I really don’t like to be late. No, I like to have plenty of time to mess around, get a bit to eat, find a parking space, and still beat the crowd. That being said, I took a wrong turn off of I-70, and burned up my “messing around time” getting turned back around, and heading in the right direction. Well, I finally got my bearings straight, and found my way to the parking garage.
Masonic Homes have historically been staffed by a mix of men and women. But as of the last 15-20 years, it has been increasingly common to see women at the helm of these Home’s, which are grounded in the Tenets of the Masonic Fraternity. Reported in yesterday’s Columbia Business Times, I read the story of Barbara Ramsey, who is the Executive Director of the Masonic Home of Missouri. She is doing a terrific job, and so are other women around the Country!
This is welcomed and timely news.
Remember YOUR First Bike?
On a sidewalk beside our house- I am unable to forget the day when I got my first bike. It was kind of a dirt bike style, because I’m a boy, but my sister’s was pink and white and what not. At any rate, we had bikes. At first, they had training wheels, and then in time, the training wheels came off and with that- skinned knees and tears until we all learned to ride.
But, the riding was only a small part of it. The larger part was that first bit of “ownership”… having something real and valuable- having a first bike.
This last week, I drove along U.S. 60 on a sunny day… with a temperature in the high 60’s. While passing through Kenova, West Virginia, I steered around a bend in a city street, and across the railroad tracks, saw a baseball stadium- a small one. I figured it to be possibly a Single A ballpark. But, as luck would have it, I had found Mitch Stadium, one of the coolest Little League ballparks I have ever seen in person.
I was immediately transported back to age 10, and could only have wished to have been able to play in such a venue. In my mind, with the old brick wall surrounding the grass, which is already greening up for the year, the ball must have sounded better off the bat, and flown that much farther.
At age 42, I am now a denture wearer. That statement, or being able to #write and/or actually say it, has been a long time in the making. As an example, it is now the end of February 2017. I began getting tooth extractions in earnest this last November of 2016. But to take it even a few steps farther back than that, I began breaking and then losing parts of teeth back in the spring of 2015. Of course, I will tell you that I’ve always “had bad teeth”… but, I have also NOT always practiced good dental hygiene.
When I was maybe in the 2nd or 3rd
grade, I visited the dentist to have my first tooth pulled. The dentist gave little Jon some “laughing gas” and even at that tender age, I experienced a special kind of thrill as I consciously caught a terrific buzz in front of my mother- who, for whatever reason, decided that she would be a Mom and stay in the tooth pulling room with me.
“He Will Die In Jail”
This is the “Tweet” sent out by a way too high up former NSA intelligence analyst John Schindler; “Now we go nuclear. IC war going to new levels. Just got an EM fm senior IC friend, it began: “He will die in jail.”” What the hell kind of language is
that, and why do I need to decipher 3rd grade looking writing from a
former intelligence officer?
“Books… They transport us to many locations, and we dare not retreat; we beg to go, and clamor to become acquainted with the mysteries held within the binding.”
Since the invention of the PDF and then of the iPad, Kindle, and other E-Reader’s, the debate of which is best- paper versus “books in the cloud” has been going back and forth. I have no dog in this fight, since I simply refuse to be swayed from my opionion that old fashioned paper books are so much better- in so many ways- than a digitized version of the same. In fact, I don’t regard my postition as opinion, I look at it as just another fact of life that some people wish to argue over from the point of view of sheer laziness.
If YOU are too lazy to physically hold, store, and care for a book- then you might not deserve to read it.