I was five years old on July 4, 1976. The American Bicentennial was a very big deal. My whole world turned red, white, and blue. The stars and stripes were everywhere. The United States of America was 200 years old, and you couldn’t be conscious and miss that fact. That sounds like a long time—hell, … Read more
I read today that “melon farmer” was substituted for “mother fucker” when Die Hard with a Vengeance aired on network television. I try to avoid butchered films on TV, but that’s funny. It’s not as funny as Sheriff Buford T. Justice’s “scum bum,” but it’s funny.
We’re home from back-to-back family reunions (Lea’s mother’s family, Lea’s mother’s mother’s family) in northern southern Indiana. Essentially we hung out with warm, wonderful people and gorged on country cooking for two days. I’ll tell you, I’ve never been a fan of sustained exposure to a very large city. Generally I enjoy myself for about … Read more