It seems I’ve been on a wild goose chase (those who know me also know that I’m famous for those). This time the chase was for Thanksgiving decorations–specifically pilgrim hats to outfit the barnyard crew (Mr. Big and friends) for their Thanksgiving photo shoot. But wait–it seems that it’s already …
Why should an indiscrete romp of the-bedroom-sort count as grounds for dismissal of an accomplished, respected, highly qualified man whose job performance now can hardly be negatively impacted by this caving to hormones two years ago? Had he been caught at the time–yes, his judgment on the job might well …
One day after The Election and the tension of yesterday has morphed into elated relief or doomed despair. Same event, different views. The way it seems…my point exactly.
Just when you think you know who your friends are, there’s a presidential election and suddenly some of your friends seem to have become your worst enemies–without any specific provocation from you. I know–it’s just happened to me–again–as it does every four years. So, who are our friends? Friendship means …