I’m sure that the last thing any of you, discerning readers, want is more, any more, about the presidential election, or Hillary or the Trumpster. And yes, I know that I promised that my last posting on him would be my last. But like most politicians, I lied. I cannot help myself. I recently read an interesting piece by a reporter for that reportedly liberal rag, The New York Times, wherein he posed a question to himself. It went something like this, “Will I be able to explain to my kids that I did all that I could to make sure Trump did not become president?” For those like me who are aghast at even the remote possibility of Trump as the...
Of course, all of you of a certain age, remember the deeply insightful words of Popeye, and the title of this post, first uttered by him in 1933 and subsequently by Robin Williams as Popeye in 1980…my personal fave. Without trying to put Popeye on the couch, it is generally understood that he meant…what you see is what you get, don’t expect anything more. Not a bad proscription for us all. But what is missing is the how. How did Popeye get to be who he was? From whence cometh his sparkling personality? What about those bulging muscles…was it really the spinach? Was his mom a good looker? Did his dad go to sea? John Locke first...
This is what you’ve all been waiting for. A succinct (and plausible) explanation of why a significant slice of our citizens are willing to not only stand in line for a Trump event, but to actually pull the lever, or punch the ticket in a voting booth for The Donald. I will remind you that I’m not a newcomer to the Trump discussion, nor am I in the least an unprejudiced reporter of things Trump. Please see my previous posting Bloviator-in-Chief to validate my credentials in that regard. I woke up from a fitful sleep the other night at the tailend of a nightmare in which President Trump was giving his first State of the Union speech, and had just...
Slightly over fifty-one years ago I was standing stiffly at a church altar in a small Southern Baptist church in Waco, Texas. I was resplendent in my $29.00 black H.I.S. suit adorned by a drooping white corsage. Yes, of course, my beautiful bride-to-be was there as well. We were there together at the departure point for a marital journey of unknown character and duration. My pulse rate was in in the red zone, and the preacher might as well have been speaking in tongues. Presumably, I did repeat after him the marriage vows and did not drop the cheap wedding band that we had bought on layaway at Nathan’s Jewelers in San Angelo. Thus our marriage was...
Given that those who trouble to read these blogs are of inordinately high intellect, I’m sure that you not only know the definition of the key word in this title, but also could easily suss out to whom I refer. However, in the off chance there are some small few for whom the word does not ring a bell, I offer the following definitions: BLOVIATOR 1. A public figure, such as a politician or an actor, who makes outlandish, strident statements on issues, thinking that the average man will care about their opinions. 2. Someone who pontificates about issues of which they are uninformed, yet pretend to be expert. 3. A pompous blowhard who uses their...
After 30 years in the world of big business, Gary “retired” to pursue long ignored interests. While continuing his involvement in the corporate world by serving as a director of several public companies, he has, among other things, traveled the world in pursuit of the perfect bird photograph, served national and local charities as a director and donor, developed a personal web site as a platform for his writing on subjects of personal interest, and, occasionally, taken time to smell the roses.
Gary and his wife Sandra, shuttle between their condo in Dallas and their farm in Fannin county, Texas where they indulge themselves in organic gardening, long walks and entertaining friends and family.
