This is likely a week we will remember as the beginning of something truly awful. The only question, really, is how awful.
Pope Francis has died. We should all pray for his eternal rest and that perpetual light shine upon him, as we should for everyone who leaves this life, both as a spiritual work of mercy and in hope that having reached Heaven, in part through our prayers, he will intercede for us.
It was interesting to note over the last few days the noise being made by the secretary of the Department of Health and Human Services, Robert F. Kennedy Jr., that he’s going to put to the test every crackpot notion he’s ever had or heard of to bring an end to the “epidemic” of autism.
If you live anywhere there is weather, you should probably have a weather radio. This is a bespoke device that renders the weather forecast, if that interests you, at the push of a button. But its real purpose is to make alarming noise when bad weather approaches, so that you might spend your final minutes lamenting that you have no basement. We had four days of, first, terrible storms then endless rain beginning a week ago tonight.
It’s a mystery. Yesterday, as I do from time to time, I stopped in at Coonskin Crossing, the country gas station and convenience store in Amesville. Looking around and as always wondering what it was about a Chinese virus that doubled the price of potato chips, I saw something I didn’t expect.
If it were a situation comedy — “The Office” comes to mind — there would be delight and hilarity in watching the now-faded orange man and the clown car holding his alleged national security officials zooming around in search of an excuse for their breathtaking incompetence.
If the president of the United States could pry himself away from betraying the country’s friends for a while, I have a project that could actually do the country some good, bring in some cash, give citizens a reason to be happy with him, and let him give useful flight to his rage.
Let us begin by establishing that Marie-chan is the cutest cat ever. There is no escaping it. A little white ball of fluff with a face that suggests that she thinks she is much bigger and more fierce than she actually is, when you see her you want to look in back to find out if there is a key where you can wind her up.
Well, now I’ve done it. When a person mentions genealogy he becomes very popular all of a sudden, as if there’s some secret knowledge he possesses that if divulged will loose the keys to the kingdom. There really is no such knowledge, just a few tricks that anyone can employ. What prevents people who are interested from diving in may be the thought that it can’t be that easy.