Update 1 – Fat, Drunk, and Stupid
This is the second year in a row that my wife convinced me to go somewhere that I really didn’t want to go and it again involved the group Train. This time instead of the opening act for John Mayer, Train played after a Pittsburgh Pirate home game against the San Diego Padres. The Pirates had been fairly hot and recently even had first place in the division. I have never really been a big baseball fan, but I do enjoy going to the ballpark. I should say used to as it’s been a while since I’ve enjoyed a game. It may stem, at least partially, from the fact that I had a brief stint as one of poor souls who cleaned up after ball games. I was in high school and I think I lasted two or three home stands. If I close my eyes I can still conjure up the odor of stale beer, peanut shells, and damp popcorn. Brrrrrrrr.

We recently had the good fortune of attending the graduation ceremony for our oldest as he moves from university life to working life. This is even more gratifying for him as he has secured gainful employment in a field that he loves. Congratulations Kevin!
As the Easter holiday (Holy Day) approaches there are stories about how secularists are attempting to “PC” the holiday. Perhaps the saddest story was a
So I’m driving through a more “liberal” neighborhood in Pittsburgh last Saturday and was not surprised to be following a boxy car covered with bumper stickers. Surprisingly the car was not a Subaru Forester. I first noticed the “coexist” sticker on the top center of the rear window. I probably saw thirty of these that day during my travels. The crescent always looks to me like a PacMan-like character ready to consume the other symbols (religions). Perhaps that is an accurate symbolism. As we wove through a somewhat rainy morning (hence the somewhat fuzzy photo – sorry about that) I got a chance to get a closer look at this driver’s array. I started to laugh as I noticed two of the stickers were shockingly contradictory (I’ve enlarged them for you). 

As I get older I seem to have more and more opportunities to attend funerals. I never liked funerals; no one LIKES funerals and I avoided them as much as possible, however, I just returned from a funeral for someone that I never knew or even saw. It was for my daughter’s friend’s grandmother. The last time I saw this young lady was only about a month ago as she and my daughter celebrated their sixteenth birthdays at our house with around thirty of their friends. Quite an emotional contrast.
