This was The Quiet Street a couple of weeks ago. . Soon it will be a quiet ugly WINTER street. Just skeletal trees—the walnut tree on the right already had denuded itself. Snow now and then that turns to dirty slush. We are nearing the time of discontent. The inner curmudgeon, who hides when it is warm and the trees and yards are lush and green, is beginning to emerge.
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Went to the drive-through line at a fast food restaurant the other day to pick up a large Coke and the lady at the window called me “sweetheart” twice within five seconds when she handed it to me.
Please, if you are an employee of a retail establishment, don’t call your customers “sweetheart,” or “dear,” or “honey” or any other such enderments. Especially if your customer is a curmudgeon who also doesn’t like people to wish him a good day. Be aware your customer, curmudgeon or not, is probably gritting his or her teeth as they walk or drive away.
Every now and then when somebody says, “Have a good one,” I respond, “I do.” Not that they listen. Sometimes they personalize it: “You have a good one.” I am sometimes tempted to ask, “How do you know?” Maybe one of these days one of them will wonder what I meant.
Serves them right.
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A friend was talking about setting his clock radio on a country-western station that played such awful music that he was instantly awake and motivated into instant action—to turn off the radio. It reminded me of hearing, during a Sons of the Pioneers Concert (with Roy Rogers Jr.) in Jefferson City a couple of years ago, one of the guys defining the difference between western music, which the Sons do, and country music. It went something like:
“Western music is about the outdoors—the trails, the mountains, the open plains, the sky, the cattle. Country music is about the indoors—cheatin’ and lyin’ and cryin’ and diein’.”
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We watched the Kansas City Chiefs beat the Washington Football Team a few days ago. They used to be the Washington Redskins but finally decided to abandon the name after years of hearing Native Americans and others complain that the team name was a racial slur. This is the second year the team hasn’t had a name and didn’t even have a “W” on the helmets in the game against the Chiefs.
We’ve decided the owners need some help in picking a new name. Perhaps you have some suggestions you could offer in our response box below:
–Washington Anonymous Sources (The Washington Anons for short)
–Washington Leakers
—Washington Insurrectionists
—Washington Peaceful Tourists
—Washington Bureacrats (likely to be considered a slur, too)
—Washington Statesmen (well, somebody needs to be statesmen in that town)
—Washington Monuments
—Washington Lobbyists
—Washington Campaigners
—Washington Partisans
—Washington Deficits
—Washington Malls
What’s in YOUR head? No profanities allowed and remember children watch these teams play.
The Cleveland baseball team will be the Cleveland Guardians next year. Chief Wahoo bit the dust a couple of years ago and the team removed the “Indians” sign from the stadium a few days ago.
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A lot of today’s young people are not attracted to church because the music isn’t their kind of music. Old Rugged Cross and Onward Christian Soldiers don’t resonate with them. The other day our pastor read the lyrics to an old favorite hymn—-and reading hymn lyrics can sometimes change our understanding of what the song (or the original poem) was all about. I, for one, like to read hymns.
The Broadway Musical Hamilton is interesting to your vigilant observer because it displays a previously-unrealized musicality that can exist within Rap. When do you suppose church hymns carrying that Rap musicality will catch on—and whether that new kind of music will make church more meaningful to the “Nones” and the “Dones.”
Wonder what Organ Rap would sound like.
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And finally, this headline we could not resist from a few days ago:
COLLEGE COACHING VETERAN JOE LEE DUNN HAS PASSED
Passed what? A kidney stone? A nickel he swallowed?
Have his teams always just run with the ball? Was it a completion? Did get get a touchdown? First down?
Ohhhhhhh. It means he died. We trust that the headline was intentional because it was fitting. However…..
I have a long collection of obituary first paragraphs containing dozens of phrases that people use to avoid saying “died.”
One of my journalism professors told the class one day that “passing away” is a quarterback who hurls the ball downfield. It sails over the hands of he receiver, clears the goalposts and is last seen disappearing over the top of the stadium.
“THAT,” he said, “is passing away.”
People die.
