What Has Changed?

Let me begin by answering that question–NOTHING. Now ask yourself, “Why not?”

In 1967 Henson Cargill blasted to the top of the country charts with his debut single “Skip A Rope.” The Kentucky Headhunters covered it in 1989 on their debut album. I think it should be covered by artists in every genre of music. The message would still be the same. It’s a powerful one, and is even more relevant today. That is what’s so sad. Over 50 years, and nothing has changed. As a matter of fact, I believe it has gotten worse.

You might not be a fan of country music, but read the lyrics and then ask yourself a couple of questions: Continue reading

They Came With Good Intentions. Really?

The European settler came to America to escape oppression, mainly religious, in his country. Unlike what we experience in this country today, many places around the world, especially during the 17th and 18th centuries, prohibit freedom of religion. Even today, there are countries that make demands of their citizenry as to which religion can be practiced, with consequences for those that do not follow the doctrine of the ruling minority. Where you are born and raised determines your religious beliefs. Continue reading

Why Would You Do Something Like That?

IMG_20191015_110737954_MP.jpgWhat an exhilarating experience. In all my years, I never thought I’d be in a position like this. Well, maybe similar, but definitely not exactly like the one I am in now. Let me tell you how I arrived at this point in my life.

I drove. Yep. I drove myself here. I hope to drive myself back one day. But, for now, I’m happy to stay put.

Let me back up a little bit. I know how I arrived at this point in life. I got old. Not real old, but older than I ever thought I’d be thirty years ago. Hell, even twenty years ago. Maybe not twenty, but definitely thirty. Now that I find myself where I thought I’d never be I don’t have to drive anymore.

Let me take that back. I don’t have to drive my personal vehicle as much as I used to. Not anymore. The government supplies me with a vehicle—for work, what little work I do. I only use my trusty jeep when I want to. And, sometimes not even then. I walk. I walk to work. Well, actually, I live at work. Or, rather, I live where I work. Can you imagine that? Live and work in the same place? I’d say it’s kind of like working from home.

Alright, let’s get back on track. How did I get here? I drove. What am I doing here? That’s the purpose of this little jumble of words you have before you. Continue reading