As my two eldest children prepare to go back to college life our house we again begin looking at ways to pay for our portion of the bill. We have been fortunate because the schools that they chose (both are private schools) have been very generous with scholarships, grants, and work-study jobs. There still is, however, a significant portion of the bill that we have to pay in some way.
Politicians and government officials you just have to love them. Okay you really don’t have to love them, but they do the darndest things. As I sat through a recent presentation by a transportation official who was selling a program to construct additional roads within his district. I don’t know if you have heard, but there is a lot of stimulus money for shovel-ready projects to create billions of new jobs. It should not be a surprise to have a transportation agency wanting to build more roads. That’s the left hand.
Sorry this is not a baseball post. Those of us living in Pittsburgh with the hapless Pirates; holders of the longest losing streak of all professional sports (17 years and counting) don’t talk about much about professional baseball. Our president gave his first pitch at a State of the Union speech and apparently did not hit the strike zone. I confess to not watching as I could not bear to see Ms. Pelosi popping up every 30 seconds, Obama’s use of the words “I” or “me” a gazillion times or his unusual speech pattern whistling his S’s. The fact that he is on television every 17 hours giving a speech did not weigh in his favor either. I played tennis on our Wii (I achieved “Pro” status during his speech).
Did you know that there are around 900 million Catholics in the world and that the population of the United States is 22.7% Catholic? That could help explain the fact that most of my friends growing up were Catholic or it could have been the fact that my family is Catholic, I went to a Catholic school, and went to CCD each Sunday. If you grew up Catholic in the 1960 or before, Growing Up Catholic
Some of the great truths that most of us (actually all of us) believe about ourselves is that we are great drivers (it’s always the other jerk), that we look good in our favorite outfits, and we make good, rational decisions. In Predictably Irrational
