Some Thoughts Further Along the Timeline
Gosh! Has it really been a year already? Wow!
366 days ago (remember, it was a leap year,) I had no idea how much change was in store.
We were about to weather an ice storm which would shut the town down for almost three straight days.
The Denver Broncos won the Super Bowl. The Pittsburgh Penguins won the Stanley Cup.
The Chicago Cubs won the World Series!
And something else happened; if only I could recall what it was… Oh yeah, that’s right!…
Everybody thought the election in November would boil down to a contest between Clinton and Bush.
We were a simple people. It was a simple time in our history. And now we know:
👉 About 46% of us are still a simple people! 👈
As one of my former Radio colleagues used to say on his morning talk show almost two decades ago, “Paging George Orwell!”
I suppose it goes without saying that, as simple people go, some are simpler than others. Take this map of the world as seen by the new federal administration:
Let’s change the subject shall we? Oh, yes please!…
My wife and I are more in love than ever after 11-and-a-half years. Our daughter is blossoming into a beautiful and truly awesome young lady. Tiny Pochapin is as devoted as ever. Whatever may happen outside these walls, that will never change.
I have transitioned from a desktop PC to a tablet computer (a TC (?)) and have developed a shaky talent for typing with two fingers on a miniaturized keyboard equipped (or as I prefer to think of it, “booby trapped,”) with a dangerous autocorrect feature. It hasn’t managed to sneak anything by me yet, but it’s only a matter of time…
My work continues to keep me busy, but I still manage to carve out a little time to write.
I’m proud to say I’ve invented a new word, Trumpid™©®, and a couple of hashtags, #ThanksVladimir and #EmperorDonaldTheLast.
I onced fantasized about writing a monumental novel that would move people deeply and alter the course of their lives. Now I’m satisfied to spit out a hashtag that struggles to achieve a couple days’ currency.
My thanks go out to the many talented artists, such as Tom Tomorrow, Rick Stevens, Kotopopi and Matt Bors, who have blessed this blog with their own genuinely extraordinary gifts over the past year.
In fact, it’s been too long since Matt Bors’ talent has graced this blog..
Last month my Mother passed away at the age of 90. That was a challenge, but my family was there for me to help me meet it.
She never saw this blog, but I know she would have approved of it inasmuch as I learned progressive pragmatism at her knee.
But death didn’t just touch my nuclear family. For Baby Boomers like myself, the Grim Reaper seemed to gallop straight through the heart of our popular culture, as not just David Bowie but Maurice White, Buckwheat Zydeco, Alan Rickman (my favorite “Galaxy Quest” character) and…
My God, the way that man moved around the stage, he had to be in prime physical shape… except for the painkillers. But still, he was almost 10 years younger than I am!
I mean, what am I still doing here?
Carrie Fisher, Debbie Reynolds…
Mary F**king Tyler Moore!
Where is the justice?
Oh, and this just in!… or out…
Sir John Hurt!
Man! This is turning into one casualty-intensive year! The man who channeled Caligula, Winston Smith,
John Merrick and the poor Kane, himself the first casualty in the sci-fi action-thriller “Alien” franchise.
Let me tell you something…
I would trade ALL of the Desperate Housewives AND throw in the entire cast of Jersey Shore PLUS most of the Republican National Committee AND the entire present day White House staff (ESPECIALLY Kellyanne “They made me read “Nineteen Eighty-Four” in college but I never really got it” Conway) just to get all of these departed talents back.
It would be a bargain, and…
Admit it, just between us, who’d miss ’em?
Finally, perhaps, here’s a purported White House Press Corp flow chart intended to help the dishonest media stay oriented: