He's Baaaack

          Okay, okay, I know there are a few of you out there who said, ‘Nah, he won’t be able to quit. He’ll be baaaaack (like Arnold).” I found that my days were too empty without this task of blogging every two or three days. And my suggesting that I was running out of things to say just wasn’t true. There are always things to write about.

          For example, there’s the five-year-old girl whose parents were so offended by what they called mocking laughter directed at their daughter by a Southwestern Airlines agent that they demanded and got an apology from Southwestern. Mocking laughter? Probably not, at least not mocking. How about laughter at the silliness of the little girl’s given name, Abcde, pronounced, according to her parents, “Ab-city.” What might have motivated them to name her Abcde? The cleverness? The cuteness? The uniqueness? Probably all of the above, in an age when too many new parents are searching for some way, anyway, to find a name that no one else has ever come up with. Did they not foresee laughter in their daughter’s future? I mean, c’mon, Abcde? Yeah, she’ll have a lifetime of listening to laughter, a lifetime of having to explain how she got that moniker. I am reminded of a character in Joseph Heller’s Catch-22. His father, whose last name was Major, as a cruel joke on his recently born son, signed his birth certificate Major Major Major. And then to further the black humor in the novel, Heller involved him in a typical governmental snafu. When Major Major was drafted into the air force in WWII, he was automatically assigned the rank of major, thus making him Major Major Major Major. He spent his entire air force career hiding from anyone and everyone to avoid giving away his false majority.

          See, there will always be something to write about, some topics more important than others, some sillier than others. After all, I’ll always have Trump, at least for the next two years, hopefully for no more than the next two years.