When I learned recently my mother had Type 2 Diabetes, I felt like Forrest Gump when he learned his mother was ill. In the movie, before a family friend could finish telling him about his mother’s condition, he took off running to be at her side. I have wanted to take off to Ohio for a few weeks now and
Ron Scarbro I watched the vice presidential debate. I didn’t think there was much about the attack on our embassy that was funny. It would appear Joseph Biden thought it was. For Obama to deny the attack was terrorism was a calculated political move which somewhat explains his actions, but to deny the embassy additional security when asked, was accessory
Somebody ought to teach a course on answering-machine etiquette. Well, maybe somebody does, but I wish everyone would take it. Recently, I had to tell off an old friend who lives in a faraway city because of his lack of answering-machine etiquette. “Would you PLEASE stop second-guessing, berating and bullying me on my answering machine?!” I yelled into the phone.
T’was the night before election And in the White House the Obamas were sleeping, the rumors were doused. Outside the House, Mitt was running around. He made lots of noise. What he said wasn’t sound. On the House rooftop, fired reindeer appeared. and with outsourced elves, Romney they jeered. In their frustration they made such a clatter the Obamas got
After watching the final presidential debate Monday night, I noticed the twitter-tweet banners go by on the bottom of the news channel. I think I see what Mitt Romney’s plan is, but it seems he is confusing the rest of America. What I think I see is a chameleon in a suit. Romney figured out in September the only way
In the Museum of Modern Art in New York City, 32 silkscreened canvases, each 20 inches high and 16 inches wide, hang on a wall in four rows of eight. Each canvas is a depiction of a Campbell’s soup can. That multiple-canvas work by pop artist Andy Warhol is now 50 years old. First exhibited in a Los Angeles gallery
There’s a sense of belonging that comes with reporting to work each day. Whether it’s an office, industrial plant or community center, when you get up in the morning, have your breakfast and head to work, you feel like you’re a part of a team. At least I feel this way. Sometimes the team spirit is lost among those who
Sometimes people drift through one another’s lives as if on a barely noticeable breeze. They’re like ships passing on the ocean in the dark. Occasionally, though, someone roars into your life like a hurricane, and that person is never forgotten. I want you to meet Hurricane Kelly. It will be one year this coming Halloween that my friend, James Kelly