You get as old as I am and you naturally lean in one direction or another politically. It is no secret that my lean over the years has been to the right. That’s just the way it is. I continue to have dear friends who are left-leaning, which I respect totally. And so, over the years I have refrained from making too much of an issue on my right-leaning tilt. But, sometimes it just comes out. Such is the case for the Affordable Health Care Act—or Obamacare as it has been commonly…Continue
There is a scene near the end of the classic movie, Dr. Zhivago, where Zhivago and Laura escape to a wintry refuge to find peace with their renewed love. The broken down but still stately family home is open to the winter elements and snow falls or filters into the rooms. Nevertheless, in one room they manage to kindle a magnificent fire in the fireplace and settle in…Continue
I have been exiled to the first floor. That is unfortunate because I am so fond of my office on the second floor. It has all my stuff in it, and a guy just has to be around his stuff. But, that’s why exile is such a bitter pill; it pulls us unwillingly away from where we want to be…away from our stuff.
My exile began about two weeks ago. I usually trudge upstairs in the mornings and take my post behind my big desk and crank up the computer. I piddle…Continue
My mother's generation was the last generation to seriously practice penmanship. As a youngster I would study her written page and marvel at the clean loops and symmetry of her handwriting. My father's script was clean but not as near artistic. By examining the handwriting of my parents, it can clearly be determined that their hands were coached by long hours of training, writing each letter a hundred time until it became instinctive.