On the Day Bezos Wed
Inflation is such that I expect my grocery bills to be double what they were a few years ago, but being charged $15 for a head of cabbage was something I could not let go. Continue reading
Inflation is such that I expect my grocery bills to be double what they were a few years ago, but being charged $15 for a head of cabbage was something I could not let go. Continue reading
We don’t cross the street when someone tells us to. We look for ourselves before crossing. While some may see this as egotistic, it has ensured the survival of humankind during its early and most arduous millennia. Some would have us believe such selfish acquisition of personal knowledge is no longer necessary. Continue reading
The creatures of the hadal deep do not know they are at the bottom of the ocean and certainly do not know they are at the bottom of the food chain. Innocent of God’s grace, they have also been spared the agony of having to choose between their existential attachments and salvation. God’s masterpiece, bred of Adam and Eve, was not so spared, whence the source of that creature’s anguish. Continue reading
On a chance afternoon walk in late May, I had occasion to witness an incident that instantly established in my mind the connection between Martin Buber’s world view and the cause of morbid obesity. Let me give a little background . . . Continue reading
When we left you, my father’s long-term care insurance had just denied him long-term care coverage, and we were getting ready to appeal. Then a strange thing happened. The insurer offered to pay back all his premiums. Dad’s eyes lit up. Ramming speed, I said. Continue reading
While it is true that my father never read the policy, it is also true that he was hoodwinked. He signed on to a policy called long-term care insurance, expecting at some point to get long-term care coverage. But let’s wink at knucklehead gullibility for now and consider how the policy was introduced to him. Continue reading
My 94-year-old father dove down the basement stairs backwards June 26, 2015. The aftereffects of that fall signaled a sea change: Dad had to move somewhere safe, like a senior care home. The move was effected, but by the end of the process, I felt I had delivered him over to the devil. Continue reading