I have no idea who this guy is, but he published a book titled Life’s Little Instruction Book back in the day (1991, to be exact), giving us hundreds of suggestions (511 of them) on how to best live our lives. I don’t know what qualified him for such an undertaking, and quite frankly, I don’t care. He’s hit the nail on the head with me. The ol’ boy really has a handle on what matters and what doesn’t. I, for one, am going to work a little harder to subscribe to his many thoughts. Read more »
What did we do with all of the jack we saved at the gas pump over recent months? According to first-quarter economic results, we didn’t get crazy spending it. In fact, since the recovery began 27 quarters ago, this was the fifth worst quarter for economic performance. For those of you that remember the sitcom Diff’rent Strokes, it leaves only one thing to ask: “What you talkin’ about, Willis?” Read more »
Harriet Tubman’s picture will be on the $20 dollar bill. I’ve got no problem with that. Do you know of her good work? Should you know of her good work? Yes, you must know of her good work because she symbolizes what greatness is.
Washing your hands is a big deal. I’m pretty sure that I wash my hands just under the limit to qualify me as obsessive-compulsive – that’s to say I wash my hands a lot. It takes the germs of the day off of your skin. Clean hands and fingers greatly reduce the likelihood of those little, nasty organisms of filth sticking to our God-given appendages and ultimately making their way into the exercise of rubbing one’s eyes, or entering the mouth when the need exists to wipe off one’s lips or to do some landscaping on a nagging hangnail. As mom would say, “wash your hands!” She’d follow with “get those nasty hands out of your mouth!”
The movie Urban Cowboy was released in 1980. You old-timers remember it well. John Travolta put on a cowboy hat, a pair of boots, a belt buckle, a fake Southern drawl and started a fad where guys who had never seen a cow other than at the butcher counter headed out honky-tonking, looking for love. We were quite the sight. There was even a country song about it: Johnny Lee sang “Looking for Love in all the Wrong Places.” In hindsight, absolutely hilarious. Pathetic, but hilarious.