"Glory days, well, they'll pass you by/Glory days, in the wink of a young girl's eye/But fork over $125 and sign this waiver/and, my friend, you're still The Guy." (With apologies to Bruce Springsteen.)
Back in early May, I predicted that the mainstream media's "objectivity" rituals would kick in as autumn neared, "balancing" the two major candidates according to the timeworn rules of "on of the one hand, on the other hand," thus leaving the impression that Hillary Clinton (seasoned and experienced, whatever her flaws) and Donald Trump (manifestly unfit, by dint of his temperament and ignorance) can somehow be equated.
These days it seems the only friends you have are the ones you meet through your kids. Adults connect with your kid's teams, your kid's schools. It didn't used to be that way. A long time ago the circle of friends for adults had zero to do with their children. There were no such things as helicopter parents, for instance. Sports and practices were a footnote to life.
A local man, Buster Butts, is one of the hardest workers I know. He works at a computer most of the day which demands heavy use of his eyes. Until just lately, I considered Buster to be almost blind. In fact, the cataracts on his eyes were so bad, that Buster had to lean over and almost place his nose on the computer screen to see what he was doing.
September 01, 2016|
Special to the Tribune
Kansas has a long tradition of excellent public education. As the father of five graduates of Kansas public schools, I know first-hand the strength of our education system and the dedication of our teachers.
September 01, 2016|
Governor Sam Brownback
They told me not to overreact. Read new Donald Trump campaign manager Steve Bannon's comments "in context," they said. And, after all, Christine, you're an immigration lawyer, you have a tendency to blow these things out of proportion. Chill, lady. Go say a rosary, and call us in the morning.