Nephew BlogI visited the blog produced by one of my nephews today and discovered that he had responded to a comment I left on it quite some time ago...he, like me, apparently does not view his old posts very often and may not have set up his blog to notify him of comments. He's an artist, though not making a living at it. I'm a writer in the same situation. I'm also an association executive, also in the same situation. It sounds tawdry to call oneself an "executive." But that's what they call them. I'm as much an executive as Barbie is first lady or George is president.
Retirement Dementia
Today, I had lunch with a retired friend who just won't kick back and relax. That might kill him, though. Maybe he just needs to pursue something completely different. But he insists on continuing to work in the same field I am in, which makes me believe he is in need of psychiatric attention, up to and including lobotomy. Hmmm.
Truly Good Television...Not on Television
My wife and I have been watching DVDs of an old television show, Homicide: Life on the Street. I think I've mentioned it here before, but it bears repeating. It's an outstanding program. It's one of the few police dramas in which I had any interest. It's so utterly different from the B.S. shows that paint a heroic and glamorous picture of police work. It may not be real, but it feels real. Watch it. At least a few episodes.
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