My Sick Mind

In the ultimate in Golf meets Jingoism, the Solheim Cup is going on in the Chicago suburbs. At the end of two days, it's All Square, as they say, with the United States and Europe tied at 8 points each going into Sunday's play. It's a little hard to follow sometimes, but the first two days consist of something they call 4-ball; where two players on each team play and the best ball is the score. Then, there's alternate ball, where two players from each team alternate shots. It all sounds like fun to do, but on the TV it's hard to follow. Since I've been semi-laid up with a foot infection over the past two days, (long story) I've been tuned into most, if not all of the action so far. It remains to be seen if I can sustain sitting around long enough to stay tuned for Sunday's action. As it is, Saturday's play ran from 9 am until almost 9 pm EST. I guess you could say I'm a fan. I'm hoping to be healed by Monday, when a friend and I are makin...

Usually, when I struggle with the heat, I notice people around me going about their everyday lives seemingly oblivious and I wonder if I'm having a stroke or maybe I'm making too much out of how hot it is. Today at the Atlantic City Air Show however, was an exception. I noticed several others struggling and complaining, so for once I didn't feel alone in the darkness. Once. The company I work for (toil for) gets an annual invitation to the Atlantic City Air Show. Until today, those invitations had bypassed me. This year, my name came up on the "invited" list, and until recently I felt privileged. Obviously a corporate oversight. When I arrived in Atlantic City amidst the 90-degree heat, I felt tortured. Lucky for me they fed us lunch and had bottled water available, but even at that it was barely bearable. It was Africa Hot today in Atlantic City. It was so hot that I may as well have been drunk, because I couldn't think straight. Fighter jets were flyi...

Hurricane Bill is spinning in the South Atlantic. The local news stations proclaim, "Will Hurricane Bill spoil our weekend? Find out at 11." If they really cared about us, they'd tell us now. My guess is no , it won't spoil the weekend. Don't stay up. Congress and the president are fighting over health care reform which has no chance of either reforming or caring for our health, but that's just my cynical nature and 51 years of experience talking. Living in New Jersey has exposed me to property tax reform, auto insurance reform and something they call Pay to Play , whatever that is. None of it has done anything to enhance our way of life or make it easier to pay for our auto insurance or our property taxes. All one has to do is step outside and look around to see that we aren't any better off now than we were 20 years ago. Make our beds and lie there, take your chance. - "Waste Not, Want Not" Pretenders I hearken back to my Halcyon days. 1975....

One of my favorite movie lines comes from the 1979 film "The Jerk." When Navin R. Johnson finds his name in the new phone book, he runs around screaming, "The new phone book's here!" His boss, Harry Hartounian looks puzzled and exclaims, "I wish I could get that excited about nothing." That's the way I'm starting to feel about the outrage directed at the Eagles over the Michael Vick signing. We're in day 4 of the non-stop call-in talk show banter and it's enough already. Although, when Brian Dawkins left the team for Denver, the banter went on for over a week, so I guess I'll have to pull out the CD collection for my rides to and from work. If he were the captain of a dog sled team, I suppose the outrage would be justified. But it's a football team, which almost qualifies as nothing . It isn't necessary to watch, participate or pay attention. Callers are saying, "I'm never rooting for the Eagles again." I...