Like you, I sift through an awful lot of junk email each morning, but every once in a while there's a piece of very important business tucked among the pitches for foreign cruises and erectile dysfunction medication.
I'm morbidly fascinated by the rhetorical mud being slung between Democrats and Republicans these days. How exhilarating to hear Hillary Clinton labeled "unstable" by Donald Trump, who is himself called "bat(bleep)-crazy" by a fellow billionaire and Hillaryite, Mark Cuban.
Virgil Unrein passed away this week. When my sister Beth shared the news with me Wednesday night, I sat down and in seconds was flooded with memories of my dear friend. The Unreins belonged to St. Pat's and their family was large – Virgil had seven siblings, and he was the second oldest. We went to St. Pat's together, and I came to know a couple of his brothers, namely Richard and Nick. Virgil's dad Edwin worked in the oil field and died in May, 1975. At that time Virgil was 18.
So the conventions are over and we've entered the penultimate stage of this presidential demolition derby. Your muted murmurs of"yippee" and "hooray" have been duly noted. That's enough, put the horns away, this is not an overly large celebration.