Everbody Is Going South and West I have a bad habit. Because I am not getting enough sleep, which I define as seven hours, I tend to fall asleep during the movie of my choice late at night. That is hardly a unique failing. It seems whomever I have staying with me at my home tends to do the same thing, probably even more than I do. Kim has the good sense to go into…
Popeye Work What were the earliest cartoons you remember watching? While at 67 years old, I generally find little difference between me and people of 72 or, for that matter, between me and people of 62. We were all old enough to grow up on the music of the sixties, we all experienced Vietnam one way or another and we all grew to adulthood during the greatest housing boom known to man, We are all…
Home Again, Home Again, Jiggidy-Jig Since all good things always seem better, or at least more appreciated, if they are hard-won, I suppose leaving the last day of our cross-country trip as a long and painful one is probably for the best. We had traveling companions who all wanted to get home on Sunday night because some task or travel was awaiting them Monday morning. Everyone who knows the route said to do various alternatives…
The New Order I’m confused. Maybe its my age, but I suspect it is more about our confusing times. There is so much I do not understand that is going on in politics and I want to understand it better, The stories this morning that draw my attention and are the source of much of my confusion are the stories about Eric Adams winning the NYC democratic mayoral nomination (and therefore, almost certainly the election…
Rocky Mountain High Yesterday we were approaching Denver from the East and could see a wall of stormy-looking cloud cover over the distant mountains to the West. I have always been a big fan of big sky western panoramas with cloud formations covering the skies. There is something about that sort of view that seems to scream America the Beautiful to me. The power of the weather as shown by the clouds combined with the…
Holiday Road Who doesn’t love National Lampoon’s Vacation with Chevy Chase, Beverly D’Angelo, Randy Quaid, Anthony Michael Hall, Eugene Levy, John Candy and Christie Brinkley? That trip took the Griswold family from Chicago to Wallyworld in California in the green Family Truckster that loses parts all along the way. We are in Springfield, Ohio tonight after our first 520 miles from Ithaca today. It was an uneventful day except for our lunch stop at the…
Every Picture Tells a Story I am sitting here in my dining room of Homeward Bound, waiting for Kim to finish showering and dressing, after which we will leave for our 3,000 trek to California. It is one of those weird waiting moments that I hate to waste and choose to find something to write about. This morning I am looking nostalgically at the artwork that I have on these walls. Every picture tells a…
The Leader of the Pack It’s July 4th, Independence Day, and I am thinking about packs of people and how they interact with one another. I wrote yesterday about my transition from working guy to retired guy and I know that these are not unusual thoughts for a man of my age, but that does not prevent me from thinking that I can somehow express them in new, interesting or possibly even unique ways. I…
Working It When I started college, I began as an engineering student at Cornell, one of the best engineering schools in the U.S. Like so many young men, I tended to show stronger grades and test scores for math and science than for verbal. That and a romantic sense of manly endeavors in the engineering world made me think that I wanted to be a civil or perhaps operations engineer. I actually did well in…
Dog Day Morning It’s only 9:30am and I’m already worn out. Youngest son Thomas arrived last night at midnight with Candice, our retired schoolteacher friend, and Hank, his “Dorky” Dachshund/Yorkie mix one-year-old pup with the Yoda ears. After five hours in the car the order of the evening was; 1. Bathroom (Candice rest stop), , 2. Let Hank run around, 3. Bathroom (Abe the Havanese, peeing on the dining room rug in anxiety of Hank’s…