I must be getting soft (and, not just in the belly). It seems the older I get the softer I get in regards to demeanor. I prefer not to yell, jump up and down like an angry three-year-old, point fingers nor call people names (unless it’s actually their names). I think I know why, too. […]
So, it was about 8:45 this past Sunday night and I was getting ready to get some shut-eye before the beginning of the work week. It felt kinda’ weird to be going to bed, it was still relatively light outside and geeze, it only felt like it was 7:45 (stupid Spring Forward Daylight Savings Time). […]
So, last week in these parts we had local elections. Regular Joes and Joettes “flocked” to their local polling stations to take part in, and exercise their rights in this, the American Democratic Experiment (ADE for short). By the way, when I say “flocked” I mean somewhere south of 30 percent of the voting populace […]