Garrison, I sit here this Minnesota morning, cup in hand, reading their many soul-bearing, or advice-giving platitudes. The best of it are your responses....sing-along whatever, notice the kids bouncing down a street, poop-bags and nodding hellos making our day with a return-nod, or giving a MN-smile regardless. That's where goodness happens...a vertical nob of your head or a smile returned to you.
What more can you see or do? Give your happiness freely. No, you're not a Johnny-appleseed. Nor a Pied-Piper to be followed, but instead a kind and gentle gift that spreads on its own account like a spiritual investment better than Dow-Jones will ever give us.....
I agree, it's the responses like "the deeper problem is widespread ingratitude for this good country" that strike a chord. It opened the door for the con man. Let us hope we can soon show him the door on his way out.
Yes, Winona would be a fine locale for a GK show. We do try to visit Minnesota once a year to see relatives, stop by the Willows and the Dairy Queen in Lake City, then on to Winona to relive the early 1970s.
Oh, my. Reading the lyrics to The Day Is Short was an arrow-through-the-heart experience for me, and I was fortunate enough to largely avoid that lifestyle. It is wonderful to reach an age at which we can more clearly identify that which we truly need, and that which is otherwise, and act accordingly.
I like being old which means being free of the DEI phase the non-profit world is going through. I don't miss academia or public radio whatsoever, I love working in the capitalist spheres of entertainment and publishing. You create the best you can and people who appreciate what you do pay for it. A very simple transaction. No committees, no performative dishonesty in checking other people's boxes.
I had to look up "DEI." I'm hoping that people will someday stop making a fuss about how we all differ and learn to accept and celebrate difference as one of the things that makes the world more interesting. Bottom line, we're all human.
I can understand the freedom of working for yourself. My husband and I have run small Mom & Pop businesses together for over 40 years. It solved the childcare issue (we either worked out of the house or made sure any office space we rented had room for the kiddos to hang out after school) and there was no office politics to deal with. And no boss. 😉
We just stayed overnight and then had breakfast in a little place called Summer Lake OR. The name has an interesting history involving John C. Fremont, himself an interesting historical figure you might be interested to look up. At breakfast we also got to listen to a very certain fellow espousing all the right-wing rhetoric I’d ever heard about and a few more besides. Did you know the CIA could eavesdrop on you through your microwave? When we got home, I asked my microwave if that was true. It said absolutely not, and besides, he - or she; I didn’t ask - was totally independent.
Garrison, I sit here this Minnesota morning, cup in hand, reading their many soul-bearing, or advice-giving platitudes. The best of it are your responses....sing-along whatever, notice the kids bouncing down a street, poop-bags and nodding hellos making our day with a return-nod, or giving a MN-smile regardless. That's where goodness happens...a vertical nob of your head or a smile returned to you.
What more can you see or do? Give your happiness freely. No, you're not a Johnny-appleseed. Nor a Pied-Piper to be followed, but instead a kind and gentle gift that spreads on its own account like a spiritual investment better than Dow-Jones will ever give us.....
I agree, it's the responses like "the deeper problem is widespread ingratitude for this good country" that strike a chord. It opened the door for the con man. Let us hope we can soon show him the door on his way out.
GK,
Good advice to Paul Charbonnet...
Yes, Winona would be a fine locale for a GK show. We do try to visit Minnesota once a year to see relatives, stop by the Willows and the Dairy Queen in Lake City, then on to Winona to relive the early 1970s.
Oh, my. Reading the lyrics to The Day Is Short was an arrow-through-the-heart experience for me, and I was fortunate enough to largely avoid that lifestyle. It is wonderful to reach an age at which we can more clearly identify that which we truly need, and that which is otherwise, and act accordingly.
I find the older I get, the happier I become. Maybe it has something to do with that smaller cup you mentioned in a previous column. 😊
I like being old which means being free of the DEI phase the non-profit world is going through. I don't miss academia or public radio whatsoever, I love working in the capitalist spheres of entertainment and publishing. You create the best you can and people who appreciate what you do pay for it. A very simple transaction. No committees, no performative dishonesty in checking other people's boxes.
I had to look up "DEI." I'm hoping that people will someday stop making a fuss about how we all differ and learn to accept and celebrate difference as one of the things that makes the world more interesting. Bottom line, we're all human.
I can understand the freedom of working for yourself. My husband and I have run small Mom & Pop businesses together for over 40 years. It solved the childcare issue (we either worked out of the house or made sure any office space we rented had room for the kiddos to hang out after school) and there was no office politics to deal with. And no boss. 😉
Looking forward to winning that limerick contest lol.
We just stayed overnight and then had breakfast in a little place called Summer Lake OR. The name has an interesting history involving John C. Fremont, himself an interesting historical figure you might be interested to look up. At breakfast we also got to listen to a very certain fellow espousing all the right-wing rhetoric I’d ever heard about and a few more besides. Did you know the CIA could eavesdrop on you through your microwave? When we got home, I asked my microwave if that was true. It said absolutely not, and besides, he - or she; I didn’t ask - was totally independent.
John Fremont, the ground that guy covered on a horse was amazing.