Crankshaft: Well, there's another year in the books.
Rose: I wonder what chapter we're on.
May 2013 bring joy and happiness!
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Monday, December 31, 2012
Saturday, December 29, 2012
Six Word Sunday
The world is one big town.
Went home to visit the family. They live in the largest city in the state. We went to dinner - a man my brother had worked with came to the table - he was an ex=student of my mother's.
We went out to lunch. The waiter had been my parents' Orkin man. Twenty years ago - and recognized mom.
We went out to breakfast. The waitress was meeting her best friend afterwards and mentioned she (the best friend) went to the same college as my son - who knew the girl. Of course.
Somehow it gives continuity.
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Sunday, December 23, 2012
Saturday, December 22, 2012
Six Word Saturday
Too much is too much. Simplify!
The temptation is to buy it all. We wade through previous year's attempts. And the best is really what is already here.
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Friday, December 21, 2012
Best Christmas present. Ever.
A student gave me the BEST Christmas present today. He didn't have to come for my exam - because he had an A and could exempt. And my class was the only exam today. But he came so he could wish me Merry Christmas.
Awww.
Sunday, December 16, 2012
Ethics in the Media
Or, what are we becoming?
I can remember reading an interview with a newspaper photographer years ago. The person writing the article asked him about the best photo he thought he'd ever taken and the man replied that the best photo - the most prizeworthy - was one he didn't take.
He told the story of a grandfather who had accidentally killed his grandson by hitting him with a car. The photographer arrived at the house later to talk to the grandfather and get a picture. He was going to knock on the door when he saw the grandfather through the glass in the door. The grandfather was sitting at the kitchen table holding one of his grandson's shoes in his hands while he looked at it with utter despair.
The photographer left rather than intrude.
That would never happen these days.
I can remember reading an interview with a newspaper photographer years ago. The person writing the article asked him about the best photo he thought he'd ever taken and the man replied that the best photo - the most prizeworthy - was one he didn't take.
He told the story of a grandfather who had accidentally killed his grandson by hitting him with a car. The photographer arrived at the house later to talk to the grandfather and get a picture. He was going to knock on the door when he saw the grandfather through the glass in the door. The grandfather was sitting at the kitchen table holding one of his grandson's shoes in his hands while he looked at it with utter despair.
The photographer left rather than intrude.
That would never happen these days.
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