fifty years

There's something I've never really understood about the political process.  Or maybe it's more accurate to say there's something I've never really understood about human nature.  Actually I could say that about a million things but I'll return to the original point I was attempting to make.

There's something I've never really understood about the political process.  Or maybe it's more accurate to say there's something I've never really understood about human nature.  Actually I could say that about a million things but I'll return to the original point I was attempting to make.

It is not surprising Rush's Music has been providing services to the community for Fifty Years. The Rush family's knowledge and kindness was appreciated by so many. It appears the more recent owners have carried on their values well.

This is an excerpt from an article I wrote for the Catalyst monthly online magazine thingy…

Sometimes when we look back at history we can get a glimpse of the future. In this weeks issue of Vanity Fair there is a fascinating recap of the history of the internet which is well worth the read.
The story starts : “Fifty years ago, in response to the surprise Soviet launch of [...]

There is a country just ninety miles from the shores of the United States that I have never been to. The Republic of Cuba is the home of my grandmother and countless uncles, aunts and cousins scattered throughout Florida and points north. I am not allowed to travel to Cuba because there is an economic embargo on that country which has been in place for almost fifty years.

I watched The Reaping last night. 

I was left with some questions, questions which get to the heart of the movie (that’s B-speak for “spoilers ahead”).

1.  Is the house in The Reaping the same as the house in The Skeleton Key?

Fifty years and 16 lawyers later, Virginia Ann Haynes is finally retiring. "What a rare event," said John White, one of the lawyers for whom she works as a secretary, manager and -- according to some...

I spent just about the whole day yesterday painting J’s room. Until this weekend, the walls were an incredibly dry, flat, white. The walls probably hadn’t seen fresh paint since they were put up forty to fifty years ago. Not only were they incredibly dingy looking, they also had hand prints and other signs of wear. In short, they were depressing.