Archive for November, 2008

30
Nov
08

Hurry Up and Wait

Did you survive the busiest shopping day of the year, the day after thanksgiving?  The malls were a mess, as was Wal-mart, Target, Toys-r-us, and about everywhere else you can imagine.  Lines were forming out the unopened doors of some retailers as early as 5 in the morning to take advantage of the best selection and those irresistible super early bird sales.   My step mother and her daughter got up at 4 and hit eight places before noon.  Dianna and I hit Wal-mart by 10 for our big black Friday outing. Continue reading ‘Hurry Up and Wait’

16
Nov
08

The Happiness Project

In the news this week, Barack Obama gave all his campaign workers a months pay, plus he let them keep the laptops and Blackberries that were assigned to them during the campaign.  It seems like a pretty nice perk as both of those electronic items can be high dollar.  I guess those items are essential on the modern campaign trail as communication is the key to success.  I am sure they were constantly sending emails so everyone would be up on the latest strategy and news.

            But I wonder if all those working hard on the campaign trail ever sent around goofy emails to each other like every other computer owner gets?  Continue reading ‘The Happiness Project’

09
Nov
08

A River Runs Through it

I had the privilege of spending a few days at a very nice cabin on the Little Red River this week with about nine or 10 friends, some old, some new.  It was a guy’s trip away, and it was a hoot, I had a great time.  The weather was fabulous and the views from the ample deck over looked what is one of the world’s great Blue Ribbon trout streams. The view was spectacular. Fall was in full splendor with its parade of colors, and the picture on the front of the bulletin was taken near the cabin.   And I caught fish. Continue reading ‘A River Runs Through it’

02
Nov
08

Tears in Heaven

            We had a good time at the beach this year, but come to think of it we have a good time at the beach every year.  I have never had a bad day at the beach.  Well, actually I have.  We went to Navarre Beach in 1984 and all got really sick with a virus.  Continue reading ‘Tears in Heaven’