Here we go….
:: It’s funny, how certain things a person learns in school keep coming back and being useful (if you’re lucky). (Or even if you’re not. To my way of thinking, the correct answer to the whiny student asking “When am I gonna need to know this in ‘real life’?” is, and always will be, “Hell, I don’t know. Maybe you will and maybe you won’t. But it’s another item in the toolbox if you do know it.)
:: Book burning, sectarian intolerance, and overalls? Good grief, man, that is just playing to the stereotype of the southern good ol’ boy. Every educated Southerner is cringing at what you’re doing to their image. (Ye Gods, man, pick on the book burning and intolerance, but leave the overalls out of it! Of course, this is the fellow who told me that my overalls make me look like an axe murderer….)
:: Every broken dream that causes me to cry is a direct result of having reached for a place, a person, a thing, or set of circumstances I want to draw into my life. (My good friend got a big disappointment last week, in the form of coming in second for a job that she really wanted. I can relate….)
More next week.