We shot the flu the other day. Hope it works.
When tragedy strikes, as it did late Sunday night, we humans tend to reach too quickly for answers and explanations. And sometimes, we tend to reach a little too far.
Alas, it was an innocent mid-week trip to the store to pick up some things. And the visit had started off well. I had swung by a particular part of the store and had gotten a good “bah, humbug” fix, snorting at all the Christmas stuff that was already up. Ah, yes, that was the ticket.
I am writing you today…
“How I wish the ‘infernal combustion’ engine had never been invented.” — J.R.R. Tolkien.
The cotton is flying all over social media, and now it’s made the national news.
“What’s Christmas time to you but a time for paying bills without money; a time for finding yourself a year older, but not an hour richer…..” Ebenezer Scrooge.
The mayor won, again.
I will now relate a touching tale, of a man and his recliner.
On Monday, in honor of Labor Day, members of the group called “Fight for $15″ took to the streets across the country, including across the river in Memphis, demanding an increase in the federal minimum wage. It was a call for a “livable” wage, in which those of all skill sets – including those without any – can afford to raise a family.