You know the world has gone absolutely bat-shit crazy when the New York Yankees allow their players to have facial hair after a 50-year club ban. You still won’t see any long locks on their swelled pin-striped heads since that rule remains intact. Also, current team owner Hal Steinbrenner (son of George) has put the kibosh on playing Frank Sinatra’s iconic song “New York, New York” over stadium loudspeakers after a Yankee loss. It will still play when they win, but they’ll rotate through a number of different tunes after a loss, such as “That’s Life” by Ol’ Blue Eyes and others, to soothe fans. I’m hoping for a soulful…
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Shining Stars
At a time when it appears there is clearly no bottom to the dark state of all things foreign and domestic, I am confident that sunlight is the solution, and definitely not because we’re in Florida. Bear with me. The well-known quote “Sunlight is the best disinfectant,” from the late U.S. Supreme Court Justice Louis Brandeis, refers to the benefits of openness and transparency. As in, sunlight shining on something being the most effective way to expose and prevent corruption or unethical behavior. Like a disinfectant, public scrutiny cleanses issues when brought to light. Or at least it used to in the “before” times. I know it sounds ridiculous, but…
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Rebuild
BRADENTON BEACH, Florida – Well, it appears that we won’t be getting a free mattress. Michigan’s own Gardner White Furniture can rest easy now because, as our Jazzercise friend’s husband, Roger, posted on the newly unchecked Book of Face: “So much for the free furniture.” Back in mid-July, the local retailer ran a promotion tied to the Detroit Lions winning (yes, winning, not just playing) the 2025 Super Bowl. Everyone in Michigan would get a rebate for their entire furniture and mattress purchase bought during a set period last July. Our enthusiastic salesman told us about it when we bought the thing and that the family-owned, 112-year-old company had taken out a…
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To your health
Starting the new year off right, I have resolved to be more patient and proactive. We must set reasonable goals, which is why there is no mention of a fitness membership. Yesterday, I took down most of the Christmas decorations Rebecca insisted we put up after Thanksgiving, and then I did what naturally follows an exhausting afternoon of storing excess holiday crap in a cluttered basement: I signed up for Medicare. Yep, as my late Aunt Nores used to say, “You’re approaching another speed limit, Jin.” That meant my next birthday was a “big one,” ending in a zero or five. This April, I’ll be 65 and Medicare eligible. Whoa.…
