Sunny Side of the Street
As we limp through this arduous winter toward spring I look forward to warmer weather and sunshine. Something about shining light on stuff has a healing affect. Perhaps that is why laws requiring that government meetings and hearings are open to the public are referred to as “sunshine” laws. A common rule-of-thumb about personal behavior used to be for you to consider whether you would want your mother to read about your actions in the local paper. Today I guess it would translate on whether she would learn about your activities on FaceBook.
Aging hippies from the sixties cannot get enough protesting as they fight to maintain their anti-establishment credibility. Many of these folks, now over the trusting age of 30, are in positions of power or as they would have said decades ago, part of the establishment. Their righteous tactics to stop a war has turned into a methodology to gain more power and intimidate their targets. No group may be worse that Obama’s friends at the Service Employees International Union (“SEIU”).
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 
