The Human side of Humanity

Good Sunday morning!  The sun is shining in Questionopolis, bringing a brightness to a new week.  I have stated that we all move in one direction in life, or should- we move forward.  In the best scenarios we all learn from the past, hopefully not repeating errors, missteps and also enjoying the memories.  While I have been told on many occasions that I keep moving too fast those are the same folks that don't realize that I also take in a lot of what happens around me.  This leads to some very vivid memories and the detailed recollected tales that I share.  The past week was one that had special meaning to me.  April 17 is a special day.  This is the birthday of my best friend.  We all called him "Bo."  It was a nickname that came from cutting off his last name, he was Brian to his family.  As some readers may recall, Bo unfortunately left this earth over 11 years ago.  We never got to celebrate either of us turning 40. ...

Good day my dear readers, followers, friends and the general assortment of global folks who don't know me at all! It is Easter weekend.  Easter, a very confusing religious based holiday that has more strangeness than Christmas.  A holiday that has almost as much over-the-top commercialization to blind everyone to the religious basis.  What is it, this Easter holiday? Hmmm, let's see, it is not the holiday with the creepy corpulent guy who lives in cold environments and runs an illegal sweat shop that the government celebrates.  Nope, that's Christmas and Santa Clause.  Oh, and that is supposed to be based on the biblically recorded birthday of Jesus.  That's pronounced "Gee-zUss" for the uninformed, not "Hey-zues" .  Jesus Christ- the basis for the word Christ mas.  This is why the religious world takes offense to the commercial world changing it to a rather un-Christ like X-Mas . No, this is to celebrate the death and resurrection of the afor...

Hello readers, it has become April, and vernal equinox has passed bringing all of us in my hemisphere to Spring.  I think that the great people of Questionopolis can put away the snow shovels and break out the garden shovels.  Time passes, at times seemingly quickly, at other times ticking slowly, eventually, as I once wrote so long ago until the years pile up behind us like waves on a beach. I can still remember sitting in a 6th grade class room and the clock never seemed to move, it was english class with Sister Mary I-want-to-Intimidate-you and "don't dangle your participles in my classroom!!!" Every day at 2:30 a tricked out van, belonging to the older sibling of a schoolmate would drive by the school and their horn would play a tune.  All of us then knew there was only 45 minutes left in our day.  I remember it vividly from my second-row-from-the-window seat two desks from the rear of the room.....it was 39 years ago.  Waves, waves on sand, the sandy beac...