Every so often a tragedy strikes that, while not impacting us directly, does. Such was the tragedy that struck a young family early last Sunday morning as they were being driven to the hospital for the birth of their first child and were hit by another car and killed. The baby was delivered but died the next day.
It’s time for my Gotham family to know my guilty little secret; I am a fan of The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills. For total accuracy, I should probably also confess that I am also a fan of The Real Housewives of New York and New Jersey.
They say great men make great decisions. I think of this when I am confronted with my morning ritual, which, on Sunday, includes what to write. I often wake up Sunday morning, as I did today, blank.
Well the sequester is upon us. Are we scared? nervous? or does anybody really care?
More than the gore and abundant use of the N word, what struck me about this movie was the depiction of plantation life. To me, it was as if Tarantino rented a time machine and transported us back to 1858. Shown was the day to day operation of plantations and acceptance of slavery. It was chilling to witness the mostly unprotested day to day life along with the subjugation of the field and house slaves.
We have two "land-line" phones in our house. Originally, they were both through Verizon, a traditional telephone provider that traces itself to the break-up of the old AT&T. Years ago, we changed one of the lines to our cable provider and bundled it with Internet and cable TV. But we kept the traditional Verizon line.