Today I am flying home from a business trip to Huntsville, Alabama. Only Monday, I posted Nothing To Do But Write from the DFW airport, complaining about business travel, particularly by air. The business went well, in spite of missed or late flights, missing visit requests, and endless meetings. We were up early to catch a flight to Dallas today on a regional jet, meaning a plane with even smaller seats than usual. I’m tired, my back is sore, and now I’m crammed into the exit row with two other broad shouldered guys. There’s not room for the three of us to sit back, a situation in which the passenger on the aisle usually loses. That would be Older Eyes, leaning into the aisle.
Archive for the ‘perspectives’ category
Since I threw a hissy-fit about political posts on Facebook this week, I suppose it would be imprudent to post something political here on Older Eyes – Bud’s Blog. What follows isn’t meant to take sides but as commentary on what I’ve seen since the election of Donald Trump as the president of the United States. I think I belong to a disappearing breed, the Moderate. That means I am liberal on some issues (mostly social), conservative on others (mostly economic and national defense), and somewhere in the middle on many. Hence, Moderate. I voted for John McCain and Mitt Romney because I felt that Barack Obama was too liberal and lacked experience. This year, I voted for Hillary Clinton for two reasons … her experience and my concerns about the character of Donald Trump, which … if you care … you can read about in my post, Enough.
Halloween is long gone and our Thanksgiving cruise with the grandkids is behind us. The lights are up in retail centers and neighborhoods, a reminder to watch out for crazy drivers looking for to scoop up the day’s bargains. Sirius XM has already switched the Love station to Holly and the annoying automobile commercials have commenced … Santa driving a Mercedes instead of a sleigh and a Lexus with a bow in the driveway on Christmas morning. Television is turning Santa into a shill for every product known to man … its a wonder any kids believe anymore. Perhaps they just pretend to humor their parents. And as sure as Kohl’s in-store music will include the most annoying versions of Christmas carols imaginable, the posts on Facebook have appeared to remind me that I should say Merry Christmas, not Happy Holidays. (more…)
On Monday, I was talking to a friend about the Super Bowl. Talking about Denver’s victory … and more specifically the demise of Cam Newton’s miracle season … he said, I’m always glad to see a showboater get his comeuppance. It is an old fashioned sentiment to be sure. I haven’t heard anyone under 50 call an athlete a showboater for years, mainly because what we used to call showboating is the norm in sports these days. And comeuppance? Who says that anymore? But it captured my sentiment exactly. OK, for those of you with Younger Eyes:
Showboating: One who seeks attention by ostentatious behavior; a showoff.
Comeuppance: a fate or punishment that’s deserved, like an arrogant trash-talking quarterback who fumbles the ball on the last play and loses the game for his team (Really. That definition is right here). (more…)
I posted this about three years ago. My wife, Muri and I were talking to a realtor and she suddenly started talking about Lance Armstrong. It mystified me until Muri pointed to my Yellow Bracelet, which I have worn for so long, I forget it’s there. This is the (slightly updated … updates in red) post.
For about eight years, I’ve worn a yellow plastic bracelet on my right wrist, day and night. You’ve probably seen them around. They have the word LiveStrong embossed on one side. Of course, they are a signature of The Lance Armstrong Foundation, which is the largest athlete charity in history, raising $470M since 1997 to fight cancer. I started wearing the bracelet when my friend John was fighting cancer, a battle he lost. I’ve worn it through Muri’s semiannual mammograms and the sometimes sonograms when something showed up, all false alarms, thank God. I wore it while my sister-in-law lost her battle and now while my friend, Bill, is fighting his. It represents my support of charities fighting cancer and my support of anyone dealing with the disease. It was also a favorite plaything of my favorite cat ever, Mr. P, who disappeared this year. It’s not about Lance Armstrong. (more…)
In 1942, my father quit high school and joined the Army Air Corps, in spite of having been accepted to Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute, the fine engineering school in Troy, New York. It was a story he repeated many times with regret … I thought I was a big shot, was the only explanation he ever gave. I know enough about Dad’s father, Arthur, to think that my Dad just needed to get away and that the Army was the quickest out. In a time when going off to war was portrayed as heroic, it probably didn’t seem like a terrible option compared to dealing with his father. My parents were married while he was on leave, then moved to Caspar, Wyoming while he went through basic training. I was apparently conceived there. When Dad was shipped to Europe to serve a maintenance supervisor for (more…)
About a week ago, I discovered that our Siamese cat, Mr. P, had fleas. Because our cats are indoor cats, it’s easy forget about fleas. However, they do have access to the roof via my office window. At any rate, if Mr. P has fleas, then Elvis, our Burmese, probably does, too, and there’s a good chance some of the nasty little buggies are in the carpets. I drove to Target and picked up some Hartz flea treatment under the assumption that all flea treatments are created equal. I applied a little bottle of liquid to the back of each feline’s neck and assumed I was done. An hour or so later, I was on Amazon.com buying something and thought I’d see what the flea treatment cost there. To my surprise, the user reviews for the product I’d chosen were all one star, each accompanied by horror stories of sick or dead cats resulting from its use. I admit, I panicked. I drove to the local vet and asked what I should do. She told me that most cats don’t suffer any harmful effects and offered a suggestion of two similar products that they feel is safer (and also kill fleas more effectively). I felt better but still went home and bathed the cats. Did you know, by the way, that soapy water kills fleas if you leave it on for five minutes? A week later, I treated them both with Bayer Advantage II. Fleas, dead and dying, began falling off them almost immediately. End of story. Almost. (more…)