Several years ago, a television commercial sponsored by a council of churches became popular. It showed a well-dressed attractive woman walking down a dark street. Between her and her car stands a group of young people â€“ laughing loudly, making comments in their own â€śtalkâ€ť among themselves. She hesitates; she canâ€™t really see them, only hear them. As they come toward her, they slow. Her nervousness shows on her face as she looks for a place of refuge.
Well now that round one of the Trayvon Martin, George Zimmerman trial is over, it looks like the federal government and the media are gearing up for round two. Apparently the Justice Department is going to take a look at this and see if they can take an additional crack at Mr. Zimmerman. Evidently people at the top (cough Obama, cough, Eric Holder) donâ€™t like the decision the jury reached. How dare the people who got all the details and available facts concerning this case, return a verdict that doesnâ€™t agree with what the administration wanted.
'Round our place I still sometimes tell about being with Joe when he was drilling. I mean, a cable tool rig draws folks like a picnic draws flies. People show up and all of a sudden you think you're on Twenty Questions. Joe Whitworth was a friendly kind of guy, but he had a life-long habit of hard work and minding his own business, and he thought other people should do the same. They didn't, though--the following is the (to him) unbelievable truth. Before he had even finished rigging up to drill, people would begin asking such things as, "How deep are you drilling?
The Fourth of July will soon be upon us. If anyone was in doubt, the advertisements sporting patriotic symbols and sales purporting to be associated with the holiday have already started assailing the senses. Many articles of a more serious nature will also be appearing, reminding us of those individuals who, over two centuries ago, chose to battle what they perceived as injustice, and incidentally founded a new nation.
The Barack and his cabaâ€¦, sorry, I meant to say, the "present administration, keep telling us all of the monitoring of our phone and e-mail data is being done so they can "protect" American citizens. Looked at one way, I could almost agree with them. After all, I've long made the case that the mainstream media doesn't have the best interests of America at heart.
For some reason, Facebook isn't in as much of a frenzy today as on Mother's Day, and I really don't know why. But it's Father's Day, and to be fair, dads should be delighted in just as much as moms.
So that's my intention, but not just on social media.
In the way that most people describe their fathers, my dad is very laid-back. We can be asking him what he wants to eat for dinner, what he prefers to drink with his meal, or where he wants to go out to eat--he doesn't really care. Part of that might be due to the fact that he's not a picky eater. The only thing he refuses to eat is yogurt.
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 â€śdog showsâ€ť 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 Macyâ€™s Parade on Thanksgiving Day.