Today’s theme:
Gestures
Colorful Living Tip of the Day …
Spend a weekend willing yourself to blink more slowly. That way you’ll be better prepared to savor all the wonders everyone says go by in the blink of an eye.
New video!
I’ve been asked to share my Fred Rogers stories tomorrow (Feb. 27) on the Dave Nemo Show, Sirius Satellite Radio, Road Dog Trucking, Ch. 146 at 8:30 a.m. I put together this preview.
Related …
• If you see someone driving with their right turn signal endlessly blinking, pull alongside them and “signal” the inadvertent error by vigorously blinking your right eye until they recognize the error. Do this without wrecking your vehicle into theirs … or anyone else’s.
• Given trends against public transportation and for finger pointing, at any given time more people are likely to be under the bus than on it.
• If you were following yourself in a car how many times a day would you give yourself the finger?
• I hope in heaven -- fingers crossed -- I become blessed with ability to fix things. But I worry in heaven nothing'll ever break.
Random unrelateds …
• I’ve never once heard someone say, "I'm not a racist, but ..." without following up with something unbelievably racist. It would be like me saying, "Now, I'm not lazy ..." and immediately taking a nap.
• I may be wrong, but I have to believe there's at least one impostor '80's tribute band out there performing under the name, "Huey Lewis & The Fake News.”.
• My understanding of human nature tells me that many of the people striving to get to the land of milk and honey will once they arrive immediately begin complaining everything is too sticky.
Zeitgust Word of the Week (a word I made up with the goal of getting it into a dictionary) …
Glibberish: Pointless party chatter between two people who’d rather be talking to anyone else.
Today’s blog post: “Bird watching in Mr Rogers’ Neighborhood” …
Those of us who raise our children in small towns feel superior to the uncouth louts raising theirs in big, rude cities. This is particularly acute with me because we live in Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood. It’s true. My mailing address is Latrobe, Pennsylvania, but in fact we live in tiny Youngstown, pop. 981, birthplace of both Arnold Palmer and Fred Rogers, two international icons renown for sportsmanship, kindness and proper manners. I understand it’s unbecoming of the legends, but the association makes me feel snobby.
Read extended version here …
Oddly enough (stories from my story treasure chest) …
Sexy postcards take longer to get delivered than scenics
I find myself seeking odd reasons to run to the post office to spend money, as if my meager purchase of $8.80 worth of Homer Simpson stamps is going to save the 236-year-old institution that is hemorrhaging $10 billion a year. That’s how on August 19 I found myself in the Latrobe, Pennsylvania, post office filling out forms and paying big postal bucks to send a 2-pound, 5-ounce, pile of Arnold Palmer Kingdom golf magazines and a book to Brazil.
Read full story here ...
Concluding thought …
Any person who obsessively disinfects the same clean surface over and over is a wipe-o-chondriac.
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