Boring. The news is redundant. What did you expect? The Afghans would make a stand – like the Alamo?
Another day, another mass shooting. This past weekend there were multiple mass shootings. I did not see any reported. There is a level of death count and heinous standard that must be met before it is in the news? Like a scorecard I scan for the “death count.” It seems the shooter also must be among the dead. And, shhhh! All the neighbors knew he would do it one day!
Food? All these recipes and nothing to eat. Boring. Not a thing is appetizing tantalizingly making me hungry. It’s a mish mash of ingredients pushed together a la Food Channel. Colorful “throw-up? Nope, not for me.
Congress, as usual, is in stalemate. Finger wagging and tut tut amounts to stagnation once more. “Filibuster” this filibuster that!
45? He’s still alive? Relevant? There was nothing on the grand jury in the NYT. Some intrepid NYT reporter was not first with the scoop, so, the WaPo runs with the story and MSNBC has hour after hour of gossip speculation on “IT!”
“We (will) know a trial is close when the courtroom sketch artist goes to Michaels and says, ‘Give me all the orange crayons you have.’” — JIMMY FALLON
This is a goofy family pic of the three brothers. There are few enough – pictures. It was a coincidental habit to buy each other the same Xmas presents. Brilliant minds think alike? This was the year of the (trench) coat. It turns out that each of us got a coat. Brilliant? This was not random. We repeated with other gifts in other years nearly a perfect record for many years. I wish we had had a “Mercedes year.” Alas, no. But, today, one more birthday. Happy! This one is unforgettable. Eric was born on the last day of school when I was in the third grade. Third grade was memorable for other reasons too. It was the year I met Colleen for the first time. Yes, (as Frank Sinatra sang), it was a very good year.