Opinions

I received a message from my “cograndma” recently informing me that she has left teaching to write for a daily paper in north Louisiana. My response was, “Like I have told many, there is life after retirement.” And, if you are lucky enough, it becomes a wild and adventurous ride.

We’ve heard a lot about the “cancel culture” of late, if only as a means by which we can almost jokingly describe the looniest of the looney left, and the fringiest of fringies. We’ll acknowledge the damage they do as if they are a passing fad, but without necessarily recognizing the lingering dangers that this trend will present for, perhaps, generations.

Thursday evening, while waiting for someone to repair our sprinkler system, I was fussing at our youngest canine for the giant holes she had dug in the backyard. Her nose and white paws were filthy, I was livid, and she was frantically trying to get in my lap and kiss me on the lips. The next day, she, along with our beloved German Shepherd, was missing, and I was heartbroken. Maybe I should have let her kiss me.

Like most of us, I’ve often taken a fairly cynical view of politicians in general. Most can be expected to publicly communicate only save for stump speeches. Maybe a few will adopt the Kamala Harris approach and see if everything can be answered with fits of annoying laughter.