I’ve got a lot of pet peeves, the majority having to do with how people drive. But my biggest pet peeve by far has nothing to do with people’s driving habits. It has to do with so called ‘gardeners’. I refer to these guys who make a living by cutting other people’s lawns, trimming their trees, etc. Now don’t get me wrong, there isn’t a thing wrong with this manner of earning a living and in fact I am glad we have people who dedicate their lives to improving the landscape of their communities in general. My peeve has to do with how they dispose of the waste they create.
Joe Biden’s southern border crisis was starting to get out of hand. When only Fox News was covering the misery endured by 15,000 illegal immigrants camped under a bridge in Del Rio, Tx, the crisis was manageable by the administration but then it grew to such proportions that the main stream media could no longer ignore it. Eventually video of the situation showing the magnitude of the problem began to appear on CBS and NBC newscasts.
You would have to call my feelings toward president Trump ‘ambivalent’ to say the least. Overall, I thought he was a very good president and I base this remark solely on his accomplishments in office. He completely rejuvenated a flagging economy that Barack Obama had been dragging through the mud for eight years. He actually got control of our southern border which hadn’t happened in recent memory.
How does it feel to get old? I would say it depends on how old you are at the time the question is asked. If you’re 7 it feels really really good, same at 16. Maybe around 30 you start to reconsider this ‘old’ thing a little, but it’s still good then in terms of professional maturity, increased financials and responsibility, so I would say it’s still positive well into the 30’s, maybe 40’s. But somewhere in the 50’s, for me, things started to change.
I thought I would tell you a little story about Buster this morning. Buster was a rescue dog I got from the Humane Society in Eureka, CA in around 2002. He was a St. Bernard/Lab mix, weighed 125 pounds, and shed like a crop duster in planting season. When I met him they told me his name was Captain Jack but I renamed him Buster
Thinking about my last post regarding my Little League baseball team reminded me of another Little League related experience I won’t forget soon. I shared lots of my Little League experiences with a good friend, Barry Breen, who also spent much of his spare time working with kids. Barry was what I call an ‘operator’, meaning that he always found something special and extra to do and participate in no matter what he was involved in.