I’m not even questioning the legitimacy of their actions, but did they really think that they could mount no less than an armed insurrection on a Wednesday and return to their families, jobs, bowling leagues, and life as normal on Thursday?
Category Archives: Musings
Tyme
When I’m gone, I want to leave something of more-than-physical value behind, and I don’t want anyone to remember me as that guy sitting endlessly in front of a television, iPad, or cell phone screen.
What’s Next?
It’s with great ambivalence regarding the value of doing so and with a bit of trepidation as to how its motivations will be interpreted that I’d like to share the behind-the-scenes story of my current novel-in-progress.
My Xmas Wish: I Want to Get Better
The mere thought of making some of the changes necessary to get better causes me anxiety, but I guess at the end of the day, no matter our age, we are all W.I.P., or Works-in-Progress. What better time to begin making those changes than the Christmas Season and New Years?
Quixotic
What I most like about the word quixotic is its attitude of tolerance and inclusiveness. It’s a word in which the oddball and often excluded letters “q” and “x” are not only included but necessary and celebrated. I often feel like a “q” or “x” myself. I think we all do.
The “F-Word”
There are only two sorts of people who expect life to be fair: children and fools.
A Painful, Personal Thanksgiving Reflection
Today, I’m blessed beyond deserving, but there’s a small pang of hunger that never leaves my belly, and I know there are still too many college students (like I was) and regular folk, who are food and shelter deprived while living in what is the wealthiest nation on Earth.
A Four-Year Term
I’m far from a paragon of humility and grace, but on that one occasion when necessity demanded it, I chose to do what was best for my community, my school, and my players rather than what was best for me.
Let’s Talk about Race in Our Classrooms
We will most likely never reach a state of true colorblindness nor am I sure we should, but I’d be proud to be member of the American generation that finally picked up that can of systemic racism and placed it in the rubbish of American history.
All the Rage!!!!
Going forward, I hope to exercise my rage according to Aristotle’s standards, directed to the right person, in the right degree, at the right time, and for the right purpose.
