Monthly Archives: March 2011
Newt Can’t Jump!
Former House Speaker and Presidential hopeful Newt Gingrich says Obama has “checked out!” because he chose to make an appearance on ESPN to talk about his NCAA tournament picks, instead of focusing his attention on all the crises in the world. But Newt seems to have overlooked the fact that not a single world crisis took pause while he was on Fox News focusing his attention on the President. And, I might add, offering his own NCAA tournament pick.
I must admit, however, that I was surprised by Newt’s choice and his apparent knowledge and understanding of the game of basketball. He chose Duke, because his best friend from high school went there.
Crises of the world lookout! Here comes Newt!
The Case of the Loaded Question!
I’m laying in bed watching television with the Mrs. snuggled up next to me. Don’t recall what we were watching, but it’s not important anyway. All I know is that I’m in my favorite place with my favorite person, thinking nothing could go wrong.Right Place! Wrong Time?
 I been in the right place, but it must have been the wrong time; or so goes the song by Dr. John. Maybe I was too, but who can really say? All I know is I walk into a drug store in downtown Newark a couple of weeks ago, looking for an old friend who, I’m told, was employed there. I’m a little anxious and uneasy because I haven’t seen this guy in almost twenty years. And even though I’m looking forward to the meeting, I am mindful that it’s not a social call. I’ve got some real bad news to deliver. Sounds easy enough, right? Wrong!
The place is bustling with the typical five o’clock crowd, and the fact that I grew up in this city doesn’t stop me from feeling like the bastard step-child at a family reunion. Nevertheless, it’s a welcome escape from the stampeding suburbanites fleeing the city on the other side of the door. I eye the cashier, a weathered and withered old guy tending to a long line of customers, mostly women on cell phones. I walk past them hoping to spot someone who looks like they might be in charge, wondering how anyone could work here without losing their God forsaken mind and suddenly… CRRRAAAASH! BAAAAAAM! The sound is followed by a chorus of packages hitting the floor – bags, boxes, plastic containers – and a symphony of coins whirling around in countless spirals. The screaming started right after that. |
