Those who read my column know I give props to dads every June, when Father's Day rolls around. But I've been thinking lately that maybe my husband doesn't get enough credit for everything he does the rest of the year.
The other day I came across my father's 1944 high school yearbook. It was his senior year and like most annuals, the senior class was highlighted in many different activities of the school.
Editor, Veterans, did you know when Congress passed legislation to provide care-giver assistance to our nation's most severely disabled warriors they instituted willful discrimination the likes of which haven't been seen since the oppressive days of Jim Crowe laws.
Editor: Pumpkins and mums, games for fun, face painting and good food, home and garden decorations-that's what you'll find at this year's Pumpkin Patch, sponsored by the Richmond Hill Garden Club. A tradition for 15 years now, this year's event will be held in the pavilion in J. F. Gregory Park on Saturday, October 4, from 9-1. Admission is free. Tickets ($1 each) must be purchased to play games, buy food, or have faces painted.
Not long ago, the national philosophy behind criminal-justice policy was to lock offenders away and teach them a lesson. This was popular with politicians who found that it played well before crowds, and it was popular in communities where prisons and jails created jobs. Some folks even seemed to celebrate the idea that prisons were real hellholes.
I'm a CEO with a GED, and I have walked in the shoes of a minimum wage worker. I know from experience that it's a tougher road today.
Editor: I was raised in a very loving family where family and Christian values were our way of life. We openly respected the American Flag, parents, teachers, elders, and government. I am proud to be an American and respect the foundation that our fore fathers used as a blueprint to form our government. They were Americans that established laws to protect the citizens and insure that our country was governed to the highest standards possible.
The Woman Who Shares My Name instructed me that this week's column was to be about positive things. She says she is tired of bad news and thought you felt the same way. "Surely, you can find some positive things to write about," she said, "and temporarily take people's minds off all the terrible things going on in the world. I think your readers would appreciate that."
When I think back on the days of my youth, that time when I had the privilege of traveling on the NASCAR circuit, it would be hard to pick a lesson learned that was more important than another.
I happen to love the song "Happy" from the movie soundtrack, "Despicable Me 2."
Most mornings, I spend about five minutes pulling my freshly washed hair into a ponytail. It's easy, it's efficient, and, I like to tell myself, it's even chic. When I know I'll be meeting important people or attending special events, however (like, say, the United Way annual campaign kick-off party or a chamber of commerce breakfast), I break out the products and utensils and spend an extra 20 minutes or so coaxing my locks into what I hope is a more professional-looking style.
I've always been one of those persons who won't hire someone to do something for me if I can do it myself, such as painting my house, building a deck, building a utility barn, caring for my own lawn, installing new flooring, etc. It was just the way I was raised. And it stuck.
Editor, This is an open letter to Attorney General Eric Holder.
Editor, It seems like we just cut the ribbon to our new location at 154 Thunderbird Drive. Our brand new 10,000 square foot facility seemed so BIG next to our little white building on 10055 Ford Ave. Site 3B, where the YMCA had resided in for the previous 10 years. We moved with excitement, added more equipment, larger classes, and exciting new family programs.
I'm not sure how many wilderness survival shows there are on television right now, but it appears there is some kind of obsession going on with this type of programming. And they are running the gamut from being naked in the wild to being fat in the wild. That's right, there's a show now titled "Fat Guys in The Woods." Fortunately, they keep their britches on.
"It's a funny thing." That's what Mama used to say when something baffled her. Like Mama, I prefer that things make sense. Otherwise, I'll ponder, figure, study and try to decipher that funny thing until it's somewhat sensible.