Even given my decidedly narrow tastes, there are some embarrassing holes in my cultural mosaic. I’m filling this one right now on Netflix. Actually, it’s probably good I’m watching it only now. I was 19 when it was in first run and almost certainly incapable of appreciating it fully. (It will surprise no one who knows me that I’m digging it.)
My dad’s brother is a highly accomplished executive who (somewhat defiantly) carries a ten-year-old flip phone. After a couple of outings with him, I see how he gets away with that. He’s all the time getting other people in the group to look things up.
Speaking of such, my Fire Phone has been only a curiosity in my desk drawer since I got it, but really, I think it’s pretty nifty. I usually smile when I pick it up. I intend to prep it for daily carry this weekend, and do so next week. Watch for my thoughts.
Postponed bifocals at least another year by worsening the prescription for my left contact. If your eye doctor wants to talk to you about one contact for close vision and one contact for far, listen to him/her. And give yourself an honest day or two to adjust to it. It’s weird at first, but it settles in marvelously. Your brain will take what you’re giving it and make it work.
Mom would never spend the money for me for a Trapper Keeper. They’re still around, more or less, but now they’re $10, not $5.
Bob McGrath has played Bob Johnson on Sesame Street continuously since it premiered in 1969. As I type, he is 82 years old and has been married to his wife for 57 years. Everything I just typed blows me away. Funny how your definition of “hero” evolves, isn’t it? Thank you, sir.
Regular readers have noticed—I know, because both of you have told me—that my post frequency is down. I have a lot of balls in the air right now, and unfortunately, BoWilliams.com is one of the ones I have to drop first when such becomes necessary. I’m sorry. I’m working it out. Thank you so much for reading.