
If there is any reward for the hard work involved in raising a family of good and decent people, it has to be a luau at your nursing home with your sons and their wives. What a happy and handsome group I get to call my family.

If there is any reward for the hard work involved in raising a family of good and decent people, it has to be a luau at your nursing home with your sons and their wives. What a happy and handsome group I get to call my family.
The cell phone generation will never know the pleasure of calling person to person for yourself after arriving safely at whatever destination to which you were traveling so that your mother knew you got there safely without having to pay for a long distance call. And, if you were really quick, being able to shout an “I love you, mom” into the phone before the operator disconnected you when you mother announced you weren’t there and then tried to quickly add “Your clean socks are….” Usually that’s as far as she got before the operator, who was now onto the
Let me say how very nice it was to watch Chelsea Clinton get married before having a baby, without selling her story to US magazine or any of its fellow travelers. Let me say how much the Clinton’s personify a family in that they have stuck together through thick and thin and made their commitment to each other and their daughter the paramount moment in their life. Here’s a… oh dear lord! liberal… family whose daughter didn’t do drugs or drink or get caught up in any party scene. She got her college education, got her master’s degree, held a
Between her diabetes and old age, her body continually betrays her. She will start up the stairs from the office at 5 PM knowing that dinner is at the other end of her climb. She will bound up the first step and then fall. She will pick herself up with as much grace as possible and then plod dutifully up the rest of the stairs, carefully taking one at a time.
Her heart is still young. The puppy lives within her. But her body remains a continual reminder that time is passing.
If my fantasy could come true of an actual person coming into my bed at night it would be George Clooney. Not any character he’s ever played, but the man himself. He seems so sweet and caring and funny. You know a night with him would be wonderful.
But if my fantasy were to come true about a night of wild and unbridled passion, then it would be Tony Stark coming to my bed. Not Robert Downey, Jr. but the character he created. Because while I feel that Mr. Downey is probably the most brilliant actor of his generation –
I was driving down a beautiful section of town recently and saw a woman on the path next to the road who was roller blading while pushing her baby’s carriage and speaking on her cell phone at the same time. And I had to wonder if she was actually able to enjoy the brief moment of sunshine Anchorage was having or the sensation of the wind blowing in her face while she pushed her baby and listened to the newly hatched birds chirping for dinner from their parents.
Why have we seemingly lost the ability to simply enjoy the moment
I realize that most people who work for city and state government are probably very nice and relatively intelligent. After all, I was a bureaucrat once and I didn’t check my brains in at the door. Well, at least I didn’t do that everyday.
But as I am slowly but surely being strangled by a ring of multiple roundabouts, all of which have been planned by the city to be within twenty feet of my front door, I have to wonder whatever happened to the concept of a traffic light.
You old folks out there remember them, right? They had
Isn’t there some level on which Rex Butler (head of Team Levi) should feel ashamed of his current occupation?
Oh how I long for a night’s sleep from my youth, uninterrupted by trips to the bathroom or simply waking up at 2 AM unable to go back to sleep but equally unable to do anything actually constructive beyond reading something I will likely not remember in the morning.
So it’s late in the afternoon and I’m at that stage in the day where each of my downstairs birds gets to come out of their cage and come into the office to visit with me while I work. Only I decided I could no longer resist reading my Best Friends magazine that had come in the mail over a week ago and was just waiting for me with its great stories.
So I put Wilson on the chair back which is carefully covered in a towel, put my feet up on the desk and read the issue from cover