Opinion

My sister is an incredibly talented pianist. She started taking piano lessons when she was in first grade (before I was born, I might add).

It’s hot out there. Real hot. How hot? Well, it’s since the 1980’s, each decade has been warmer than the previous one. And, since there’s not a big concerted push to do much about it, you should expect the trend to continue. It’s going to be hot. Smoking hot. Like the end of “Raiders of the Lost Arc” where the guy’s face melts off

So, January is many things, but I think the word most people use to describe it is “long”. Yes, technically it’s tied for the longest month of the year with others but I’d like to see any other month look hard and long into the cold, grey eyes of January and see who blinks first.

The good people behind Facebook, the entity that’s done as much heedless damage to democracy and the very concept of truth as anyone, have ads on my television telling me how wonderful the metaverse will be. No doubt, but I have a few concerns.

A couple of years ago I watched the late Robert Osborne interview the actress and singer, Liza Minnelli on Turner Classic Movies. Liza’s parents, as many know, were Judy Garland and the director, Vincent Minnelli.

If you met or were introduced to yourself, perhaps a clone, would you like that person? Would they be a good influence on you? Social media has provided a microphone to all users to express an opinion on everything, 24 hours a day. Long gone are the days of the adage, “If you can’t say anything good, don’t say anything at all.” These days many brag about the fact they have no filter. I’m all for people being themselves, but if being yourself means harming others with word or deed; I’m out.

My maternal grandparents, Bert, and Hilda McNew had a little farm out southeast of Houston, Mo, a few miles. I was born in their old farmhouse. They were wonderful people whom I dearly loved and still do. Scratching out a living with a few milk cows and chickens and a hog or two was a difficult thing in those days, so Grandma sold some eggs and milk and butter, tended a big garden, and canned and sewed a lot. Grandpa did a little work on the side when he could find it. One of the things he did for a while was pick up trash each Saturday morning from businesses along Main Street to haul to the city dump in his old faded red pickup.

This time of year, the days are long, and the weather is hot. Ahh, summer.