What’s the correct email format? Should it look like a letter or be as brief as possible, with plenty of LOL acronyms and emoticons :â€¢)) ? Continue reading
I asked the â€œWise Oneâ€™â€™ how those who are conscious and enlightened, and well into middle age, might go about conducting their business.
He suggests: Continue reading
Donâ€™t you just love it when the words we lob at each other have no thoughts in them?
Words shouldnâ€™t be empty of meaning, coming from minds devoid of consciousness.
â€œHe shouldnâ€™t have told you that!â€
Thatâ€™s what the customer service representative for the phone company explained to me when I called to ask about the discount I was promised the day we switched our mobile phone service over to the same carrier that provides our home phone service. The move was made, in part, because of the savings mentioned by the sales person Continue reading
When we begin to wax nostalgic, thinking about all of the things we miss from the old days–either a generation passed, or just a few years ago–I like to remind my self of what I do not miss.
(Watch for the companion blog–â€œWhat I Miss About Times Gone Byâ€)
â€¢ Carbon paper; and typewriters for that matter
â€¢ Smoke-filled rooms, restaurants and theaters
â€¢ Pay phones
â€¢ Parking on the side of the road and changing a tire (even though it happened only every couple of years or so)
â€¢ Arranging toilet paper…
She was kidding, of course. She knows that driverâ€™s licenses werenâ€™t being issued in the mid-19th Century. But as far as sheâ€™s concerned, the car I so admire belongs in the same dustbin of history as the Civil War and, for that matter, most anything that occurred before, say Lady Gaga and Justin Whatisname.
Is sheÂ wrong to think Iâ€™m so traumatized by modern times that I need to hide in â€œfuddyduddydomâ€ by clinging to reminders of my youth?
There was a time for me, maybe you’ve had this experience too, when I got a little anxious as someone the age of my kids introduced himself, or herself, as my new doctor.
I’d look at the impostor’s bright and clean facial features, that fresh skin and eager expression. If this kid was the valet in a parking garage, would I feel comfortable handing him or her my car keys? Never mind the old Toyota. What about entrusting the youngster with my health? My legal problem? Continue reading
I expect that since sales people are hired here to wait on customers, these two will stop their social chatter long enough to attend to me.
Itâ€™s a false assumption based on the recollection of my eveningsÂ as part-time grocery bagger when I was in high school. One time, the kid working the checkout stand next to mine
UsingÂ a declaration heÂ borrowedÂ fromÂ Gen Xers and Millenials, my friend Sid sends me an email expressing theÂ realization that he needs to find work to keep his house, to keep his car, to keep his lifestyle.Â Â I can easily empathize because Sid made many of the sameÂ decisions I did. His background is similar to mine.
Sid’s dad, like mine,Â served in the Army during the war. The good, brave, noble war. The last one that we actually won. BothÂ dadsÂ experienced the Depression (last centuryâ€™s Depression, not the more recent oneÂ ), andÂ they taughtÂ us the value of a dollar and the importance of hard work.
And thatâ€™s pretty much what Sid and I haveÂ been up to for the past, um, five decades. Working and saving. Raising families.Â Having our lives.
â€œHowâ€™d that work out for you?â€ Sid wouldÂ be asked if he happened to appear on Dr. Phil’s program..