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For the sake of truth in advertising, I kept looking for an image of brothers going at each other, fighting tooth and nail. All I could find were horribly saccharine, the one above being the less mawkish of the bunch.
My take… the greeting card industry is at it, again.
However, it does have a touching back story. Read about it here: National Siblings Day
And so it goes.
The other day while speaking with one of my long term Spanish tutors via Skype I made the comment that my Spanish was too poor to have been studying the language for as long as I have.
A few days later he sent me his video. The comment basically translates as “imagine you have been studying English for 5 years and you ended up speaking like this guy.”
Of course he sounds like every other good old boy I have ever known in Oklahoma, Arkansas, Tennessee, Mississippi, Texas or Missouri. One of my self-deprecating jokes is that I speak Spanish with a Southern accent, and it is not from the south of Spain.
Years ago I wrote a blog posting My Chinese Nightmare that was a take on this theme.
And so it goes.
Today is a day to remember those who served in this war.
Many of those who served were drafted into the war, and many others did so out of a sense of patriotism. All served our country… whether you agreed with the war or not.
And so it was back in the day.
The St. Louis metropolitan area is such a mixed bag. I bring this up due to a recent study that listed two St. Louis suburbs among best places to live in the US.
It placed the St. Louis suburb we live in, Chesterfield, as 19th on their list, and another St. Louis suburb, Brentwood, which is closer to the actual city of St. Louis, as 18th on their list.
Chesterfield is undoubtedly a nice place to live. We have a school system with one of the better reputations in the state, the crime rate is reasonably low, all the conveniences are within easy driving distance. The city authorities are striving for growth, but they are doing so in a fashion that does not impact the quality of life here. In fact they are doing many projects that Continue reading “St. Louis Metropolitan Area- A Mixed Bag”
I have been demoted, but then again, it most likely depends on your measuring rod.
During my middle age years, I would occasionally get the question, “Do you know who you look like?” While this did not happen frequently, it happened often enough I knew the answer. It almost always was Sam Elliott. I remember one incident at a Quik Trip in Tulsa when a complete stranger came up to me and asked me that question. I have never, ever, once seen the resemblance, but I generally took it as a compliment, being the path of most generosity.
I could almost understand it if someone had heard my voice, it being deep like Elliott’s. However, I do not have the melodious tones that have made Elliott so rich. Sigh.
I will admit to having a bit of moustache envy when Continue reading “I Have Been Demoted”
Y’all just thunk I had me one of them thar accents… I guessed all the accents except the very last one.
And then there is this story wherein I mention a friend of Señora who is the only reason we got together… My Chinese Nightmare
yeah I know you did not ask!
You should so be blessed – well cursed at times actually – with a mind such as mine, making all these weird connections between my rumored neurons. Just be thankful that I do not share all of my random thoughts.
“A picture is worth a thousand words” is an adage in multiple languages implying that a single picture could simplify what might be very complex and lengthy to put across in words.
To update for our times this adage might need to read, “A PhotoShopped or AI generated picture is worth a thousand lies.”
All to often, with increasing frequency, it is hard to tell what is true or what is someone pushing a particular vision… or something worst, far worst.
The times we live in.
yeah I know you did not ask!
You should so be blessed – well cursed at times actually – with a mind such as mine, making all these weird connections between my rumored neurons. Just be thankful that I do not share all of my random thoughts.
You do not have to be particularly well versed in history to know that we have always had, shall we say, problematic politicians in this country. This was driven home to me when I worked for the Arkansas Department of Health. Part of my job was, at times, working with local politicians, many of whom seemed to have very personal axes to grind.
It does seem, though, that, on the whole, with the current crop of politicians in Washington and across the various states, our political garden is, more than usual, chock full of obnoxious weeds.
Which got me to ruminating…
Perhaps the worst part of being a politician would be having to hang around and work with other politicians.
Just saying.
My Daddy’s folks are from Kentucky. My Mama’s folks are from Oklahoma. Our childhoods were passed overseas or on the east coast, always around a Navy or Marine base. My father was first in the Navy, and then he went to work for Kaman Aerospace. I mention this as a frequent summer trip was back to Kentucky and/or Oklahoma. This was in the 50s and 60s. Initially there were no Interstates. Even later when the Interstates were under construction it was still a hodge-podge of Interstates and two lane roads. These were long, slow trips, not uncommonly in bumper to bumper traffic on two lane roads not always in the best repair. Heaven forbid if there was an accident. It would back things up for hours. Air conditioning in a car, surely you jest.
Vivid Childhood Memory
A vivid memory that implanted on my very young Continue reading “Internet Littering”
