I dream of the day I will be 100% debt free!
I took on debt fairly early in life, when I borrowed money to help cover the cost of my Penn State degree.
“Have you seen everything you want to see?”
“Yeah. You?”
“Me too. Let’s go back home.”
That’s a paraphrased version of my parents’ conversation midway through their honeymoon in 1958. Unimpressed by the hype of an out-of-state adventure, they chose to hightail it back to the real world.
In the middle 1800s, most of the handful of steamboats that ventured onto the Vermilion River, went no further than Perry’s Bridge, partly because there wasn’t much profit in going any further, and partly because fallen trees and other obstacles made the river all but impassable beyond the bridge.
Hannah Arendt, who observed the trial of Holocaust architect Adolf Eichmann many decades ago in Israel, coined the phrase “the banality of evil” to describe crimes that were anything but banal.
I’ve been a regular AM radio listener for most of my life. And now I am terribly disappointed that AM radio stations are under siege. We are learning that a number of major auto companies are giving up on AM radio.
People are getting so used to increasing crime rates in cities across America, an etiquette is evolving between some muggers and their victims.
I learned about this while I walked with my friend and his wife from a Washington D.C. pub to their home six blocks from the Hill.
From the earliest days I can remember, the beginning of July has been the beginning of fig season, the time when grandkids were dispatched to the back yard to pick fruit from eight big trees and my grandmother cooked fig preserves by the dish-pan-full.
Every year, during the last few days of June, I sit at my computer and wait impatiently for the most important Supreme Court decisions to be announced.
Last year, the picnic brought the Dobbs decision, which ended legalized abortion, so it seemed like anything else would be a let-down.