Friday, November 09, 2012

In My Day

My childhood was fraught with previously unperceived dangers. Only with hindsight can I clearly see the rusty nails, the overly affectionate coach and wildly inappropriate entertainment. It's a wonder I survived. Or perhaps it is a trick of my matured mind. Was I protected by my innocence, a shield from sinister forces that so clearly haunt my memories? Or have I given life to bogus boogie men to more easily claim my superior survival skills? Either way, kids today have it way too easy!

Wednesday, November 07, 2012

The Power of Heroes

I once tied a towel around my neck and stood in the second story window of my parent's house. I was going to save the world, but first someone had to save me. It wasn't going to be my older brother; he was cheering me on. My father was busy building bridges and my mother was scrambling to keep up with my little brother. No, my hero was the shirtless grumpy old man across the street that simply yelled at me to get my stupid butt back inside. I never thanked him for saving my life that day; in fact, I'm pretty sure I egged his house later that year.

Tuesday, November 06, 2012

A Climate For Change

In a world of pasteurized politicians, where style over substance is heralded and facts are fodder for fear, I stand resolute in my resignation of party politics and embrace the Barbie for President movement.  Join me.