So I sitting in rush hour traffic behind an Audi TT convertible. We are moving at the pace of the prodigal snail. I notice the license plate holder on the Audi. It reads, “I’d rather be diving.” I think to myself, “I’d rather be driving.”
There several interesting lines in this article linked to below, but my favorite two are the opening two sentences:
“On Monday, Donald Trump talked about the economy on television for an hour. That may have exceeded the graduate-level curriculum at Trump University.“
If more drivers handled their vehicles like middle-aged men on motorcycles, the fatality rate from automobile accidents might not go to zero, but it definitely would drop dramatically.
I was walking through one of big box stores that dominant the American retail landscape. Headed towards the checkout was white male in the 3oish… 40ish age bracket. He had on a t-shirt the front of which read,”DONALD FUCKIN’ TRUMP’. The back read,”IF YOU DON’T BLEED RED, WHITE & BLUE, TAKE YOUR BITCHIN’ ASS HOME”
I started to say something to this individual, then reminded myself that you cannot argue with stupid.
So I go into Menard’s to buy some oak boards for a project. The total comes to $26 and change. The checkout clerk pointed out to me that they had a promotion going that week. If you filled out a coup0n and sent it in you received a 11% rebate on your purchase.
Just some rambling thoughts about The Grapes of Wrath, which I just recently read for the first time.
My first ramble is why did it take me so long to get around to reading this book?
If you read much you know that certain books stay with you more than others. For me, such books are Madame Bovary by Gustave Flaubert, Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut, Lord Jim by Joseph Conrad, Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoyevsky, To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee, several of Jack London’s books and Shelby Foote’s Civil War trilogy to just name a few. This book will join that list. It is a powerful novel not easily forgotten. Continue reading “The Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck”
My mother who cannot remember my name; my mother who thinks her mother is still alive which would make my grandmother 119 years old; my mother who was surprised when I reminded her that she was once married; my mother who wanted to know what restaurant we were at as the staff at her nursing home was putting out dinner… Sung the whole chorus to this song 5 or 6 times in the hour I was there. I really found it a piece of wisdom from a surprising source. Of course, the song does have an “eat, drink, and do Mary for tomorrow we die” theme to it. But sometimes that is not bad advice.
I have included the YouTube video of a Guy Lombardo rendition of the song below.
Just for the record my mother has been diagnosed with Alzheimer’s. She is in a lock-in memory management unit at The Baptist Village in Oklahoma.