Even when hell has reached the Earth, like it seems to have done now, God sees and worries and prays like the rest of us. God cares. And he knows it will end up OK. Love is the greatest weapon against hate. And hate only wins when we stop loving each other!
These would be some of the first questions I would ask you:
1. What is your relationship with God?
2. How many cats do you have?
3. What are their names?
4. What is (are) your favorite kind(s) of food?
5. If you had one wish (and couldn’t ask for more wishes), what would it be?
Baseball is back, so you’re getting an early mix!
Anyone else thankful they did not watch last night’s so-called slugfest?
Food for thought.
There are things I couldn’t say in my letters that I would want to tell you in person before I asked the other questions I mentioned. Of course, the first question would be -- will you go out with me?
The Chase
One thing I don’t like about our overly sensitive society is the limitation of free speech to preserve a Victorian-esque sensibility. The alternative, as we have seen, is not one to emulate, but trying to redirect a bull is like playing that game at those arcades where you had this big bean-bag hammer that you’d use to pop these groundhogs as they popped up everywhere. You’d get a ticket every time you successfully caught one, but then they’d start going so fast you just get all flustered and curse the damn thing.
I don’t realize how much I miss daylight until I lose it for a few days. I get cabin fever after a few hours; and yet I sit in the dark alone and watch TV and am OK with that. (Until I’m not.) Actually, I’m just blabbing before I start another mix. I’ve spent so much money on music over the years, but I don’t have a cassette player to share my mixes with anyone.