Vote it Off the Island
I tried all the New Year's Resolutions. I was going to exercise. I was going to buy organic, free-range everything. I was going to go to the farmer's market every week, even in the rain. I was going to change my sheets as often as they tell you to change your sheets. I was going to floss.
Dear Donald, Can I call you DJT? I feel I know you after all these years. I'm old enough to remember your go-go days in real estate, always wild even when they turned into go-go-broke days. You were loud, and brash, and not very good at what you did, but you were a memorable part of the eighties.
Remember Second Life? Maybe you haven't heard of it in a few years. Maybe you've never heard of it. Maybe you thought it was a video game. Maybe you thought it no longer existed. But it does, and it had a great year during the pandemic, and I would like to tell you why, and what it has been for me, and invite you to give it a try.
Lucky Number Thirteen
I’m a Valentine’s Day baby. No, I wasn’t born on Valentine’s Day. I wasn’t born on November 14th, either. I was born on December 1st. Figuring out the Valentine’s connection took time, because I was born a little on the small side, and because Mother Nature protects us from thinking about the date of our conception until we are old enough to think of our parents… Yeah, anyway.
It was safest to look for cans after three in the afternoon. In the big dumpsters, anyway. Some restaurants were lazy enough to toss the cans from a busy lunch service, workers in offices discarded their empty boosts of caffeine, and at the bottom was a layer of morning trash bags taken out by folks rushing to work. If Beatrice stayed away from the blue recycling bins, nobody shouted at her, mostly.