I recently received a news feed that I found interesting. Not important, just interesting. The Axios-Harris Poll did a study of what companies are preferred most by Democrats, Independents, and Republicans.
For example, Democrats for whatever reasons prefer buying products made by Kraft-Heinz while the favorite GOP product is Chick-fil-A. I can only suppose that the John Kerry connection to Heinz explains the Democratic choice and the Chick’s opposition to all things same-sex draws the loyalty of the moral high ground crowd.
Doug Karnes, a former student, has given up his architect business and moved back to his home town. He recently purchased an old hotel in Greenfield and is slowly working on restoring it with plans to make a part of it a brewery. Anyway, in the meantime, he has acquired his Ohio real estate license and is accepting listings and clients. Here’s Doug’s business card.
I’ve got two Samsung smartphones left over from upgrades. Both are in great shape and will provide many years of service.
SAMSUNG EXPRESS 3, Model SM-J120A:
Android 6.0.1. Made to work on AT&T 4G LTE network. It may be unlocked but I can’t remember. Not under contract and in near new condition. I don’t have any of the original paperwork but will provide a wall charger and charging cable. The battery was replaced with last 6 months. Buyer will have to take it to AT&T agent for sims card and activation. Will work on pay to go plans. Asking $60.00 cash only local pickup only. I live near Petersburg, OH. Click HERE for full specifications.
SAMSUNG GALAXY GRAND PRIME, Model SM-G530A
Android 5.1.1. This is leftover from an upgrade and is in great condition. It is a 4G LTE phone and works on AT&T plans, including pay as you go. Comes with owner’s manual, and an unused wall charger and charging cable. Asking $60 cash only and local pickup and my home near Petersburg. Click HERE for complete specifications.
Seventy-six percent of registered voters support the wealthiest Americans paying more taxes, according to a new Politico/Morning Consult poll. This largely jives with a Fox News poll that showed 70 percent in favor of increased taxes on those earning more than $10 million. The polls come as 2020 contenders put forward and debate new levies on the rich. [Politico]
In addition to his acting chief of staff, attorney general, defense secretary, interior secretary, Office of Management and Budget director and Environmental Protection Agency chief, only 54 percent of President Trump’s civilian executive branch nominations have been confirmed, according to estimates by the Partnership for Public Service. That compares, for example, to 77 percent for President Barack Obama at a similar point in his presidency. The group also estimates that fewer than half of the key positions in the Labor, Justice and Interior departments are filled. [The Washington Post]
In New Orleans, home of the robbed Saints, the front page of The Times-Picayune on Monday consisted only of five words: “Super Bowl? What Super Bowl?” [Huffington Post]
The following photo was posted on Facebook by what I assume was a satire group. The claim was made that Ted Cruz spoke with the MAGA teenager about learning to live with “punchable face” syndrome. I’m not going to look it up but I’ll assume there is no such thing in the journals of medicine and it’s a joke. But, take a close look at the side by side photos and tell me you don’t see at least these two things:
They both have faces that with a couple of Miller High Lifes in you, you’d be tempted to punch.
MAGA boy could be Ted Cruz’ love child. There is obviously a shared DNA.
People talk about the evils of big business, big tobacco, big pharma, big hospitals and all the other “big” that seem to be monopolizing our lives. After watching my son I have to now add “big latex” to the list.
When I was a kid the only rubber gloves I remember people having in their homes were a pair of thicker yellow gloves with fuzzy liners that some women used to ward off “dishpan hands.” I don’t recall my mother using those or anything other than her bare hands to wash dishes, kill a chicken, mop the bathroom floor, or scrub the tub and toilet.
When my clock landed on seventy I began taking note of what being a senior citizen involved. Like all phases of my life, I see this one as just another chapter in the book. I’ve pretty much accepted each chapter and enjoyed turning the pages. I think my only fear is still having a life while having no quality of life. But in the meanwhile, here’s a few of the aging thing I noticed most recently.
I’ve always loved to travel but in the past year or so, I’ve not been willing to venture too far from my family doctor and the medical community I’m familiar with. Even twenty years younger I didn’t want to get too far from a Walmart and a hospital. On two Florida fishing trips, I ended up in an ER and had to get back home under adverse conditions, including a severely broken shoulder. These days going to Columbus may be too far.
For much of my life, I’ve heard warnings that young children and the elderly should take certain precautions such as, be sure to get your flu shot, pneumonia can be deadly for geezers so be sure to get your pneumonia shot, or colon cancer is the silent killer so with a smile say “I’d love it” when a proctologist asks to shove a ten-foot rubber hose up your butt.
A sure sign of old age and one that slowly creeps up on you is losing most connections to popular culture. Just watch the Grammy Awards or sit around listening to your grandchildren talk about what they’re doing for entertainment. You know you’re old when it all sounds like Swahili.
Somewhere along life’s journey waitresses and nurses began calling me honey or sweety. I’m probably on the same page with Andy Rooney with that one. Look girly, my name is Larry or Mr. Chapman. Hell, I’d even be okay with gramps.
One I do enjoy is having young people hold doors open for me and calling me sir. If I could only get them to salute as I pass by.
Back in the 1950s metal motor oil cans were everywhere and there were no American Pickers can collectors to gobble them up. Look behind most service stations and you’d find a pile of discarded oil cans leaking their remaining contents onto a thoroughly saturated and toxic plot of soil. I don’t know what eventually happened to these piles of cans but I guess junkmen came along and hauled them to Charley Cohen’s.
Recently the world got to watch a viral video of a plastic straw being pulled from the nostril of a sea turtle. Connected or not, Starbucks is now all over the news because they decided to phase out plastic straws by 2020. So, should that have been a lead story or should it have been how Trump has ripped the guts out of our environmental protection laws? Should the lead stories be more about how Scott Pruitt is an anti-environmentalist who Trump put in charge of the EPA for the main purpose of dismantling it while filling his pockets with perks paid for by the taxpaying public? And after Pruitt was finally fired the guy who now has his job may be even worse.
My great-aunt Allen got her first black and white Crosley television back in the late 1950s and instantly became addicted to Western shoot ’em ups and Saturday afternoon pro wrestling. Pro wrestling matches were held at Veteran’s Memorial, broadcast on WLWT, and sponsored by Lex Meyer’s Chevrolet. The big names of the local ring included Buddy “Nature Boy” Rogers, Great Scot, Oyama Kato, Fritz Von Goering, Johnny Barend, and Magnificent Maurice. I can’t remember which but some of these guys were braggarts, some were villains, and some were handsome and heroic. I think my aunt loved Johnny Barend and despised Nature Boy Rogers. No amount of persuasion could convince her that these matches were fake and that every step-over arm-lock camel clutch was well rehearsed.
Recently my wife and I were watching a TV segment about a child with extreme emotional problems and was a genuine threat to his siblings. It was part of a piece about the shortage of psychiatric hospital beds for children in America. When the piece was over we put the TV on pause and began talking about our youth in the 1950s.
Neither of us could recall any examples of such children in our small hometown. Our local hospital was nothing more than a large two-story house and our doctors carried most of what they needed in leather bags and regularly made house calls. Few people knew what a pediatrician or psychiatrist was.
Years ago I would carry a tape recorder with me and when some interesting thought would cross my mind I would take note and write a column I called, Random Thoughts. Since I don’t travel as much or have many thoughts of any kind I thought I’d do something similar by listing the weekly leftover shit that doesn’t demand much attention.
This question resulted from a Twitter tweet. It obviously has to do with religious freedom, which is a hot topic at times. Feel free to post your answer in the knowledge that your identity will remain anonymous from myself and others. If you want to express an opinion please use the comments section below this post.
Couple of days ago I posted an “aside” about the relatively high number of weddings that are held in barns. Over the years there have been a number of area farmers who have employed their barns for non-agricultural purposes. Back in the 80s a fellow named Black had a party barn north of Greenfield. I went to a number of class reunions there. A Hillsboro veterinarian converted his old barn into a music venue and had a band fire up about every Saturday night.
Old barns, however, are quickly becoming things of the past. They were built for a time when farmers didn’t have huge machines and just needed a barn to store hay and provide shelter for their animals. A modern combine just won’t fit so old barns have been either left to crumple or be replaced with a modern metal pole barn.