This is the Second Time in my Life . . .
. . . where I can go a whole day
without taking a picture of anything.
As the Conversation Revolved Around Aging . . .
. . . it occurred to some of us
that we’ve been around long enough to remember
when anyone who was a grandmother had to be an old woman.
I’m 87 Years Old Today . . .
. . . and it’s been a marvelous trip.
No one has been luckier than I starting with having parents who were simply giving, friends galore who were worth more than I realized at the time, a family that supported me through my errors, a career that allowed me to learn something new every day, and genes that have supported my health over the several rocky decades I traveled.
This day, and every other day of the year, is one to be thankful for and to be enjoyed to build more memories.
And thank you to everyone who helped me get here.
Freedom . . .
. . . means we can do whatever we want, whenever we want for as long as we want without having to consider anyone
except our spouse, relatives, boss, neighbors, police, doctors and the government.
No Such Thing as a Stupid Question . . .
. . . when you invest.
Betting on the Super Bowl is easier than gambling on the stock market. There are only two teams and one of them is sure to be a winner.
Rather than toss the dice against the vagaries of the various markets that contain thousands of stocks, investigate before buying anything. You wouldn’t go out and buy a car and then bring it home to check out its performance.
Shy away from securities offered on the telephone or by e-mail. Deal only with a securities firm that you know or one recommended by a person who is familiar with the investment industry. You might ask your tax preparer, attorney, or accountant for a referral.
Beware of promises of quick and too-good-to-be-true profits as well as high-pressure tactics by the sales people.
Don’t be afraid of “asking a stupid question.” You’re only being stupid if you don’t ask questions about something you don’t understand and still go ahead and invest your money on it.
A Retired Fire Chief . . .
. . . wondered loudly at a nearby table the other day why we’re still paying our activities director while there are no activities during the current Covid-19 hiatus at Sunrise.
The question arose that perhaps this was a throwback to when he was with the fire department and was only paid by the fire.
Just What the Doctor Ordered . . .
. . . Dr. Anthonhy Fauci, that is:
another variant of the coronavirus that he says could already be in the U.S.
It allows him and the government he represents to sit down, shout down and shut down amid the clamor to get vaccinated, get the booster (and the one after it), wear masks, stay socially distanced, avoid crowds, andonandonandonandonandon.
This is not going to end, but what are we going to do about it?
Black Friday Could be Abolished . . .
. . . if the language police get their way,
because they say it “sounds offensive.”
Then we might have to change how we utter
b*** ball,
” bear,
” beans,
” beard,
” belt,
” board,
” cat,
” coffee,
” holes,
” pearls,
” pepper,
” tea,
” widow
and a host of other words and phrases you can think of that now “sound offensive.”
Thanksgiving is a Misnomer . . .
. . . because the politicians are trying to change it to
Thanksgetting.
An Ignored Self-Defense Case
Out-shouted by the raucous and racist angst after the Kyle Rittenhouse not-guilty verdict last week was another acquittal logged at the same time finding a Florida man not guilty who claimed he was defending himself and his girlfriend when he fired shots at sheriff’s deputies during an early morning raid on his home.
It takes more reading and catching up with the story to learn he is a Black man from a photo in the piece and more to learn he is a convicted felon.
Neither of which makes his exoneration invalid.
But it hampers the ongoing righteous rants about white-supremacist Rittenhouse getting white-privilege justice.
The Florida case is just as tragic as the Kenosha case. Anyone interested can Google “Andrew A.J. Coffee.”
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