I'm confused about how I should be feeling with my first Social Security check arriving next month. Pleased that I'm finally getting back some of my hard earned money, or concerned that I'm old enough to qualify for my full benefit?
My almost seven year old granddaughter posted to my YouTube page some short videos she created featuring one of her favorite stuffed animals. She said in one of them that she was "vlogging." She knows what that is, yet consultants are making thousands explaining it to adults.
I don't envy my college age students. Their job options might be limited in 20 years, because someone finds an innocent Instagram posting from 2019 that is somehow considered inappropriate by 2039 standards.
In 1966 Stephen Still wrote: "nobody's right, if everybody's wrong." I wonder if he's surprised that those words are still relevant more than 50 years later.
I used to chuckle at people like my Aunt Katherine, who became more "religious" as they got older. I've learned now that it's not a matter of suddenly getting religion, but of having more time to be thoughtful and reflective.
What's a good age to start a bucket list?
I'm not buying the argument from Bob Kraft apologists that what happened at the strip mall massage parlor was consensual between two people, who like each other. Saying that the woman involved was a businesswoman providing a service -- similar to the kid down street who you like and pay to mow your lawn -- is one of the oldest arguments there is to justify something that is illegal.
Besides, his going there was just really stupid.
As uncomfortable as it may be to acknowledge, we can't rewrite, disavow or ignore history to suit today's standards. Or we'll make the same mistakes again. Arguably, we might be doing so already.
I wish schools stopped teaching cursive when I was a youngster. My knuckles wouldn't have been so sore.
Will we ever get over the Blizzard of '78?
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