How’s this for a new year’s resolution?: “I absolutely and entirely renounce and abjure all allegiance and fidelity to any foreign prince, potentate, state, or sovereignty, of whom or which I have heretofore been a subject or citizen.”
We’re all entitled to one addiction, assuming it’s legal and not terribly self-destructive.
Just about every year we are picked as one of the stingiest states in the union.
Some months I have to admit that what I call work is what many would love to do on their vacations.
I suppose most people have a story about something that happened at the fair. Usually it has to do with the consequences of eating too much fried dough and then riding something called “The Scrambler.”
Anyone who has watched puppies tussle on the lawn or kids building a fort out of couch cushions has witnessed one function of fun.
Plato’s utopia was ruled by philosopher kings. We could do worse. In fact, with the current state of politics, it might behoove us to require a philosophy degree for anyone seeking high office.
My first journalism job in New Hampshire (about a quarter century ago) was as editor of a little weekly paper called The Bow Times.