Yeah, he was green, 'bout three foot tall, eyes looked like Brussels sprouts and he was from Mars. (They look like that, you know.) Junior later reported that he'd got tired of fixing fence down in the salt cedars and was siting down in the shade scratching some chigger bites and wishing he was in town at the snow cone stand. About that time this little feller came easing by and Junior got a good look at him.
I am part of a generation whose parents really wanted us to have a better life than they had. As a result, most of us received more education, have jobs with higher earning power, and owned a home at a younger age than our parents could have dreamed. We will probably live longer than they, and, in many ways, have a much better life.
Wednesday another ârite of springâ will wander through our community. Most places of business will be visited by a person bearing a box and collection of one inch square âtagsâ. Itâs Library Tag Day â the one time each year that our local library requests support from the citizens.
Frances and I used to walk five or six blocks from a parking place to wherever we were going. "'Zat right?" you say. Yes! We lived and taught in San Antonio, the Alamo City, and if we could find a parking place that close to our destination we would gladly take it. On the local level, parking that far away would be like parking at Brookshire's or the video store and walking to a store on the west side of the square. Being from the country, though, we think we should be able to park right in front of the door of the place we're going.
Even someone who ignores the day to day pap the main stream media puts out, to the extent I do, can't have missed the to-do over Arizona's attempt to pass a law preventing forced labor. As I understand it, the intent of the proposed law was that if someone, such as a florist or a wedding cake maker, disagreed with gay marriage on religious grounds, then they didnât have to provide their services to a gay couple at their wedding.
Most of the Christian community celebrated Ash Wednesday last week. In the modern church, it is a day whose significance is the beginning of Lent, the period of six weeks leading up to Easter, the day after the end of Mardi Gras. As with many, if not most, church dates, its history can give a glimpse into the history of our civilization.
Before we get into other matters, I have one question. Can we stop referring to the Congressional Budget Office (CBO) as "non-partisan"? I get that it (the CBO) is supposed to give straight answers based on the information given, but if you will look very, very carefully at the name, the word "Congressional" kind of gives away that this is some kind of government entity. As such, it's probably staffed by government employees, who get government checks and thus have an interest in, or bias for, wait for it, the government.
If you mention someone who is thrifty, or saving with money or materials of any sort, you'll immediately hear, "Oh, no, you've never known anybody who was 'tight'. You need to hear about (fill in the name of someone you know who fits into this category)." Just about everybody knows somebody who won't turn a dollar loose until he has to, or someone who uses and reuses the same things until it becomes a joke. Here are some favorites I've collected, but I know lots more and I'm sure you do, too.
Since the inception of the profession, attorneys have tended not to be folks favorite people. Some hypothesize it is because we at times argue for that in which we do not believe, or perhaps it dates to a discomfort with legal systems (a feeling which dates to before the great days of Babylon) and our comfort in that setting. For whatever reason, it is unusual to find an attorney who, 144 years after his death, is still considered one of the most admired people in our nation.
Okay, good news: according to The Barack, the problems with the Obamacare website have been fixed. Not only that, they did it at the lightning speed of the federal government and had it taken care of within a âMonth-and-a-halfâ. Wow, Iâm impressed. Or maybe a better term would be saddened. Since when has six weeks been an acceptable amount of time to fix a problem with a website? I remember just around Christmas when Target was maliciously hacked and had a bunch of information stolen.