In the grand scheme of things, how important could that possibly be? And yet I must go look for one that apparently will push/pull/shove/uplift/separate/and cover nipple dents in order to look proper when out in polite company. Sigh…..
When we were just kids….
When I was young, and the Vietnam war raged, I made the most unlikely friend in a guy named Paul DuCharm. He was in military school with my cousin and was as gung ho a marine and soldier as you can get. I was a peace marcher who sat in front of draft boards and marched on the Pentagon. And yet Paul and I managed to find a way to be friends.
Then he went to Vietnam as a young marine, He died in less than 30 days. Just more cannon fodder. But he’s never been forgotten. And then, last
What were our grandmothers thinking
I made a family recipe for a dinner party last night. I started cooking on Saturday at about 1 PM and finished all the preliminary steps by about 9:30 PM. I then started in again yesterday afternoon in order to have dinner ready by 6 PM. And all I could think was that my grandmother did this on a regular basis all her life. It is apparently true that old time Italian family recipes are there to keep women in the kitchen cooking all day and night so they don’t bother the men while they do important things like sit
Recorded political messages
Seriously, what idiot thought these up? I mean, how annoying can it get? You come home from a hard day’s labot and see your message machine flashing. Thinking someone you care for may actually have called, you hit the play button only to hear a dozen canned messages from political candidates. I find myself uncontrollably screaming at the phone even though in the few sane moments left in my life I am very aware that the phone is an inanimate object whose annoyance value is directly attributable to its misuse by humans. I think I will follow my friend Chris’
April Fool’s Day
If this really is a holiday celebrating fools, then why isn’t it a national holiday in honor of our United States Congress?
Finally, the task is complete
The shoes have been bought. The task is complete. If god is good to me, I won’t have to do anything like this for at least two more years.
Shoes
I’m off again on a quest to find shoes that won’t horrify everyone at the wedding in Vegas next month. I can’t believe I actually have to go out shopping twice to find them. And I stand by my original belief on this matter. If god had wanted us to wear pointy shoes, he would have given us pointy toes.
I wonder if they make a dressy sneaker in black?
Questions that need to be seriously asked
Between Tom Cruise and Richard Gere, who do you most want to just slap till he goes away? Between Paris Hilton and Brittany Spears, who would it most scare you to have represent our civilization to aliens from space? Is there truly any justification anywhere in this universe for the existence of anyone connected with any show that involves eating disgusting things and then acting as though that is a breakthrough for mankind?
Absurdly scary and scarily absurd
Last week, in your very own good morning newspaper, there were two stories that, taken together, constitute some of the scariest stuff I’ve read in quite a while. The stories ranged from the sublimely frightening to the absurdly scary.
The sublimely frightening story concerned Afghanistan where a Muslim convert to Christianity faces death because of his conversion. That in and of itself is neither new nor particularly scary. Religions have been killing people for thousands of years in the name of their supposedly just and merciful god.
What was scary about this particular case was this quote from the judge
Memories can sure shake you up
I opened my e-mail today to find a note from someone I don’t know about a beautiful young man who died in Vietnam almost 30 years ago. Our connection is apparently a mutual friendship with that young man. What memories came flooding back when I saw Paul DuCharm’s name in the subject line. It took my breath away. Sometimes we get so busy living in the present that we forget the emotions of the past, of the time when we were young and hopeful and out to change the world. That time is gone now. And I believe my generation