School is out, and the sun is shining. Summer has started, and people are flocking to the outdoors. In the evening, it is not uncommon to see people jogging, walking with friends, biking, or just walking to visit with neighbors. Unfortunately, many of these pursuits are made traumatic by the dog, freed from confinement for whatever reason that chooses to chase. Despite what the owner may believe, dogs are predatory animals who consider things which move away from them as prey.
I get moody every Memorial Day. Subconsciously, my body knows it's that special day. I usually spend the day reflecting on the friends I have lost through the years and reflecting on my family members just joining. Every male in my immediate family has served in the Department of the Navy (Dad, brothers, myself) and now my nephew has just graduated from boot camp and will be headed overseas (as did his father). I think all of us had gotten hurt at one time or another while on duty. But we stuck it out. You know, those days, being in the military was thought of suspiciously.
Regular readers of my columns will know that I spend quite a bit of time opining about energy and energy independence. One of the reasons I do this is because to me the issue seems so obvious that I really have a hard time "getting" that not everybody grasps how we could reach energy independence and the amount of good achieving it could do for us. As usual I want to add the caveat that in order to truly reap the benefits of being energy independent we are going to have to solve some of the worst of our other social and political problems.
It has not been many years ago that persons thought of âdog showsâ as some rare, exotic pastime indulged in by the wealthy folk back east or on the west coast. When I would mention spending my weekends in Dallas, Amarillo or San Antonio showing my pets, few folk had any comprehension of what I was doing. Times have certainly changed, to the point that most people know when Westminster will be televised, the AKC national (December) and the National Dog Show which always follows the Macyâs Parade on Thanksgiving Day.
Every Mother's Day, my Facebook and Twitter feeds blossom like a bouquet of roses. Expressions of love like petals bloom about how their mother is the best and why she deserves that title.
But they're all wrong.
So many memories pop into my mind about my mom as I sit to write this. She was a stay at home mom for her two boys and twin girls while we were in elementary school and because of it, she typically landed in the role of room mother or volunteer.
Having heard another government "expert" state something pretty ignorant recently, I thought I would use what this person said to make some points.
In the aftermath of the Boston Marathon bombing, many citizens, politicians and reporters have developed an interest in, and sometimes strong opinions about, the mechanics of our system of justice. The words ârule of lawâ can mean many different things to many different people. Certainly, it could mean ruling with laws. It could mean protecting with laws. It might mean avoiding what we today call âjudicial activism.â It encompasses all of those things.
Most of us would be quite taken aback if we walked into an office and did not see someone sitting at a centrally located desk adorned with telephone, work station, pens, note pads, and the other accoutrements of the modern secretary. While we would try to be politically correct and not react (too much) if the individual were male, we are conditioned to expect the presence of a poised lady keeping order in the office. This was not always the case.
Back in the 60s, one of the most common thing for us kids in high school to do after school was to âmake the dragâ. That meant riding around down east on Broadway until we got to Rayâs Drive In (pictured) which was one block east of Hailey. They had a way to turn in, and go through the parking lot so you could then get back on Broadway and go west to the Square.